#that machine sure is getting stimulated!

[occamstfs]

Wouldn't It Be Funny?

Back again with a longer military tf, Hope you enjoy! - Occam

Curtis and Joseph were bored out of their minds. After growing disenchanted with university life the two were well into a gap year and have been finding progressively less stimulating ways to waste away their time. Without assignments piling up and biweekly mandatory lectures they were firmly adrift as the days of the week blur together. Curtis continues scrolling on his phone while Joseph, phone ever-so-recently dead, tries to think of anything to do while it charges back up.

“Wait! I think my brother left a stash of beer last time he visited!” Curtis looks up and squints at his friend, “the best thing you think we could be doing right now is day drinking alcohol your brother left here months ago?” Joseph makes a motion inviting Curtis to produce a better idea which goes unanswered as he rolls his eyes and gets up to accompany Joseph on this ignoble quest.

Joseph leads Curtis to the hall closet where he had apparently thrown everything his brother, Nick, had left after staying over for a couple weeks. There is some deodorant and other toiletries scattered about although the floor, first and foremost however, what catches Curtis’ eye is an army uniform laying in a heap, in the corner of the closet. There is just something about it. Any time he starts to move his attention away from it another question pops into his mind requiring a deeper inspection of the jacket. He wonders how durable the uniform actually is? It looks as if it's never been worn though he knows that Nick has certainly done some training in it. He simply must have a closer look.

Before he could act on that, the jacket he so craved was chucked at him as Joseph found his bottled quarry underneath. “Score! It’s almost full too, we can have two each and rock, paper, scissors over the last one.” Joseph heads to the kitchen well on his way to some palatable lukewarm beers as he continues to chat busily at Curtis. His roommate doesn’t hear him however as the only thing on his mind is the scratchy jacket in his arms. 

He almost blushes looking down and feeling it in his arms, quite a bit heavier than he thought it would be. Surely he should toss it back with the rest of Nick’s things but it’s such a nice jacket. Quite a shame it's gone so long just sitting in their unworn. Maybe he’d just toss it on as a prank. Yeah Joseph would love that, seeing his friend in this massive jacket. His body acts quicker than his mind though, swiftly putting it on, pulling the hem down to straighten it out and pulling the sleeves up so you can just see his hands out the end.

Curtis hears his friend opening bottles in the kitchen and grins as he pictures the look on Joseph’s face as he sees him wearing this. He zips it up and struggles to get wrinkles out of the pockets before the grand reveal. No reason to not try and look legit. For it to really be funny it needs to look good. As soon as the thought that this would be funny enters his mind however he has a sharp headache and groans. No longer able to recall the incongruity of the situation as he steps out to see his friend.

Rounding the corner Curtis quickly starts what is meant to be a comedically poor salute but instead executes one with the precision of a machine. This only heightens the comedy of it all from where Joseph is standing however, halfway through a bottle of beer he chokes and spits up the beer all over the counter. He takes a moment to recover from this waste of beer before looking up once more and laughing so hard he can’t stand up straight.

Curtis in turn clenches his fist hard enough to pop a joint as he feels aggressively defensive. Why is his friend laughing at him. His back tenses with more effort than he has sustained in months, and more strength then he has wielded in a lifetime, as he cannot let this slight go unreciprocated. “What’s so funny, Kid.” Joseph looks up to see Curtis with an expression of rage more genuine than any emotion he had seen of his friend in months. It is immediately met with a flinch and a recoil as Joseph can’t bring himself to his friends’ burning gaze, “Jesus Curtis is everything alright? I thought you were doing a joke?”

A Joke? Curtis’ neck spasms breaking him out of his statuesque posture and upon rubbing a neck more muscular than he thought possible, he remembers, of course he was doing a joke! Why else would he be wearing Nick's Jacket! Smiling as he remembers how good it landed, he heads over to his friend, “Sweet you already opened a bottle for me! What’s the move now, did you want to game?” 

Joseph, shell-shocked by this return to spirits, assumes that the whole thing was now some shit joke, hands his friend a beer and heads to set up his PS5, “sure whatever dude, can you get the lights?” Which Curtis quickly does, not noticing his arms definitively stretching much further out of the jacket than they should. Waiting for his friend to finish the setup Curtis paces behind the couch, each step louder than the last as he grows less careful of his footing and he continues to ever so slightly grow into this jacket.

“Can you chill dude?” 

“Oh! Sorry did-”  

“And why are you still wearing my brother’s jacket!”

“Your brothers-” Curtis pauses to look at the name stitched onto his chest and is also shocked that he’s wearing Nick’s jacket though decidedly not for the same reason that Joseph assumed. “Woah sorry kid? I guess I was cold? Do you want me to throw it back in the closet?”

“Just take it off dude! And stop calling me kid,” puffing as he sits back on the couch and starts to play some game Curtis feels like he should recognize before taking off the jacket and heading to put it in the closet. He scratches at his chin as he tries to work out what feels so off right now. Hanging up Nick’s jacket, sure not to leave any creases, he remembers that he’ll probably need to shave soon so he doesn’t get a mark at the next inspection, his rougher hands feeling around his sharper jaw to check the damage.

Returning to the living room he trips over what he assumes is his own feet but is embarrassed to find; Ah! It’s his jacket! Thank god he let his discipline slack here and not back at base. He picks it up as Joseph turns around hearing the stumble and begins to hurry him back before instead asking, “did you do something with your hair?” To which Curtis tilts his head like a dog before Joseph shouts once more, “Dude! Are you wearing my brother’s socks!?”

“No of course not they would never fit.” He says looking down to see the same army green socks he always wears, not Nick’s. “Well my feet do seem larger than I thought they were.” continuing as he bends down to inspect his feet, Joseph scrambles over to do similarly, though neither notices as they slowly inch even larger across the carpet. Instead Joseph is immediately thrown for a loop hearing a loud groan from his friend as he stands back up. Now almost a head taller than he was before bending down.

“Fuck dude you’re so tall!” Joseph reaches up to put his hands on his friend’s shoulders. Curtis was always taller, a fact Joseph was already none too pleased with, but this was ridiculous. He almost has to strain and as he does finally get his arms up he immediately finds thick traps under his friend’s strained shirt, “Asshole! Have you been working out without me!?” 

“Of course not. When would I? Or who would I even-”

“I mean, with recruiters right?” Joseph offers forth without the thought even consciously entering his mind. It made no sense to him but it was true. Suddenly it's as if some form of static fills the minds of both the men, a warm static buzzes through Curtis’ mind and body as he starts to unconsciously put the newly reclaimed uniform back on himself. Joseph experiences something far harsher in his own mind, the static is unbearably cold and punishing. He claws at his head, no longer able to hold two ideas of who Curtis is in his mind. And it is clear which reality is prevailing as Curtis slides his thicker arms into the jacket, flexing to make sure his uniform is fitting just right.

As he begins to zip up the jacket his pecs begin to make themselves well more than apparent. His decidedly larger nipples poking out as the apparently nylon shirt hugs his defined chest and he struggles to get the zipper closed without being uncomfortably tight on his pecs before deciding to just leave it unzipped for now. “Why would I be working with recruiters, lil’ dude?” He looks confused at his friend, or his friend’s little brother? Before smirking and seizing the chance, “If anything you’re the one who should be working with them, gotta be bigger than that to join up with us!”  He puts a hand on Joseph’s head messing with his hair, jolting Joseph back to this new reality.

“Curtis! Do you not think something weird is happening here!”

“Oh? Did your brother not tell you I go by Curt?”

“My brother? Fuck dude! It’s his jacket! You’re wearing his jacket again!”

“Ah no lil’ dude this one here is mine, check it!”

Joseph looks at the clear name tag on his chest clear as day with Curt’s last name on it, not noticing as he seamlessly uses Curt’s apparent preferred name. Instead he stares at a symbol over the center of Curt’s chest clearly also different than the one on his brother’s uniform. Curt smirks as he points to it himself, “Impressed kid? I’m already a Private First Class, not too hard to outpace Nick though. I mean love the guy but come on! Show some hustle! We enlisted together for a reason dude!”

Suddenly Joseph feels that this statement was a bridge too far. He feels a pit in his chest as he feels he has just lost something greater than he can understand going to slap the exemplar of a man in front of him, “Snap out of it!” Before even nearing a strike however his wrist is snatched out of the air and held fast above his head. Curt stares daggers into Joseph at this sign of aggression, this challenge. His eyes darken as his stubble grows out even more. Joseph feels Curt’s grip grow even darker watching as the hair on his arms darkens spreading out from the sleeves. He brings in Nick’s little bro closer to his face as his warm, heaving breaths distract Joseph from the pain in his upheld wrist before he lets go and guffaws, “You’ve gotta be quicker than that kid if you want to enlist with us! Where is your brother anyway? ‘S why I came over right?”

Joseph is perplexed as Curt lets him go, also unsure as to why this mammoth of a man is in his living room. They are quickly assuaged as Curt gets a text from Nick. “Oh you need a ride did ya kid? No problem! He just wants you to bring over the jacket he left over here and we’ll head on out.” Curt struggles to shove his feet in his combat shoes before finding himself distracted as the shoes push out to fit his ever larger feet.

Joseph’s mind remains a battlefield but it is clear which side is soon to rout as he heads to the closet where he just wanted to grab some beer. Inside he finds not only his brother's jacket, expertly hung, but a second one that looks almost supernaturally comfortable. He pauses before reaching out, feeling an existential aversion to the jacket hanging in his closet. before there’s a brisk breeze through the house and he shivers. Joseph quickly grabs his brothers and slides into the latter jacket, a tad too big but the world around him feels much warmer now that he has it on.

After suiting up Joseph quickly rushes back to his brother’s friend, quite wanting to make a good impression on the private first class. As he rushes his footsteps quickly grow in volume as his tennis shoes thicken into pristine combat shoes and grow far wider as his feet race to keep up, filling their increased space. Barely avoiding tripping over his now massive feet, he sees that Curt is of course not a private at all but his Corporal, as he freezes and salutes. His biceps straining his sleeves as his stained white shirt begins to slowly make room for the soldier’s expanding muscle. “At ease Joe, Let’s go ahead and head on out.”

Curt leads Joe out to his lifted truck and has him get in before loading a few more things into the bed of his truck. There is a load of clearly dirty towels in the back seat as Curt clearly has an issue bringing in laundry after his workouts. Although he doesn’t make it a habit of driving recruits so it’s not usually an issue. Sitting in the musky cabin does immediately cause issues for Joe however, as he puts the seatbelt on he feels his body start to expand in every direction it can. His pecs push against both his shirt and the seatbelt. He pulls his tight shirt down, straining it to the brim as he feels a sudden itch in his crotch. His hand already down there and finding it impossible to bring his attention anywhere else he sees his bulge push out, almost doubling in size as he scratches his increasingly overgrown pubes. He struggles to cover the impossible to miss bulge forcing his brother’s jacket over his crotch, the added pressure and warmth overwhelms him as Curt notices from outside

Curt watches as his new recruit’s shoulders broaden and his jaw widens. He slightly shifts in his seat, almost gyrating, running the hand not shoved in his pants through his hair, leaving behind a respectable high and tight demanded of any respectable recruit.

Curt slowly opens the door giving the recruit the briefest of chances to at least perform decency. Immediately wrenching the hand from his pants to salute, shouting “Sir!” towards his Corporal, eyes growing deathly serious as he touches a visibly sweat covered hand to his brow. Curt’s eyes glint as he notices the action flung Nick’s jacket off and exposed Joe’s still expanding bulge and unzipped pants. The two feel a hunger starting to grow in their chests as Curt hops into the driver's seat. Adjusting his rear view as he juts up once more in height, his jacket making it apparent to all he is now a sergeant, Curt begins to drive off towards the base. 

Curt puts his hand on Joe’s inner thigh, overstimulating the private who roughly clenches his jaw trying to keep it together. He feels pre start to soak through Joe’s fatigues as he starts to rub his thigh. Grunting as he too feels a powerful stirring in his crotch, his cock forcing itself further down his leg. “Wouldn’t want to stop at my place first, would ya’ Joe?” Joe stares at the sergeant ahead of him with a lust deeper than the can understand, and a hunger to grow even larger. Curt chuckles, “gotta release some of this energy before we break the new to Nick anyway.” He turns his car and begins to race towards his apartment on the base. 

As the heat in the car begins to fog up the windows the two men could not remember anything besides who they were since joining the army. After an anything but quick fuck, they would get back to work on the base. Curt distracts himself as he commands his troops and Joe gets ready for his promotion ceremony, ready to rub it in his brother’s face that he was already going to be higher ranked. The two follow orders flawlessly as they always have, performing their duties with rigor. The only thing more present on their minds than dedication to their fellow soldiers being the excitement for the next time they are to fuck.

[thesnacken]

"We're gonna go over this again, APPARENTLY," the sergeant barked, "because some of you airheads slept through the last time, and now Anders is in Med with four fractured vertebrae, and FreeOps has a pilot with broken hands.

"Pilots, despite appearances, are not DOCILE. They're understimulated. They are hungry in a way you cannot comprehend, because none of you have been plugged into a ten-ton omnidirectional autonomous weapon, with Tac-level information beamed directly to your brain in real time. A pilot spends their entire time out-of-field tired and in pain and desperate for anything that comes close to the level of stimulation they get from being in a Mech Unit.

"So every few months one of you barely-ranked-the-LSAT morons thinks 'Ah, a pilot. They're so frail, and agreeable, surely they'll be an easy way to get off'. Then six hours later I get a call from a VERY tired surgeon telling me one of my soldiers nearly had his neck pulled apart like a rack of ribs.

"So for every punk dumbass among you who thinks this sounds like a fun little challenge: You will be trying to bed a Living War Machine. You will succeed. You will regret it. And you will be flipping a coin that the place I send you after you're discharged from the Med Bay is the same place I send your dog tags. Leave. The. Pilots. Alone."

EDIT: This is officially a three-parter, but it IS done now! I'd love if people read it all!

[scientia-rex]

Best Things I Have Bought

I'm not sure how successful I will be in remembering all of it, but I'll try. These have all been game-changers for me, in a variety of ways. If teen me had had access to all of these, I would have been a vastly happier person.

This one is long, so I'll put in a cut.

-outlet timers. Not having to go around and manually turn off lamps at bedtime? Amazing. I bought these but you can and should get some that have a grounded outlet with three prongs so you can attach good extension cords to them.

-famotidine. aka Pepcid, it's the safest option I currently know of for managing acid reflux. I get nauseated when I get acid reflux, so this is a necessity for me.

-T-Gel shampoo. The only one that keeps my husband's insane dandruff under control. Coal tar shampoos smell peculiar, but are totally worth it if they work. For my hair, I like anti-dandruff conditioner--I apply it to my scalp and my other conditioners to the length of my hair. After bleaching my hair, I use Olaplex 3 to prevent more severe damage; the difference is very noticeable.

-white vinegar for a laundry rinse. I get horrendous contact dermatitis and adding this in the "fabric softener" cup in my washer keeps things from making my skin burn.

-on a similar note, all Oxy laundry booster. Doesn't make my skin burn but does make stains and smells noticeably better than detergent alone.

-Aquaphor. If you have eczema, nothing helps like Aquaphor, unless it's hydrocortisone ointment (the same white petrolatum base as Aquaphor but with hydrocortisone) or a prescribed steroid.

-Bissell Stomp 'N' Go pads. I have stomped. The stain goes.

-Prune puree. A packet a day keeps the chronic constipation at bay. Less volume to consume than prune juice and, in my opinion, slightly more palatable.

-Chinotto is a bitters-based beverage that I discovered by accident really helps my chronic nausea. I've tried other brands, and San Pellegrino is definitely my favorite. Tastes weird at first, but when heavy-duty ginger ale doesn't ease it, Chinotto can. And when that doesn't work, I have Zofran (ondansetron) my doctor prescribed me for the nausea I get with migraines, and that's an effective anti-nausea agent for more than just migraines.

-"You Just Need to Lose Weight (And 19 Others Myths About Fat People)" by Aubrey Gordon.

-rolling laundry cart. Doesn't have to be this one but if you CAN roll your laundry to and fro from the machines, do it.

-"Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men" by Lundy Bancroft. If you Google, you can usually find a free pdf floating around.

-"The Vagina Bible," by Dr. Jen Gunter.

-satin scrunchies. Wet Brush. Terry cloth lined shower cap. AOA terry cloth hair turban (way, way better than similar ones from drugstore).

-stretchy work pants.

-bra liners. For large-chested people who tend to get sweaty underboob, this is a life-saver.

-Goo Gone.

-Dr. Scholls medicated foot powder and the Earth Therapeutics tea tree oil foot spray. The foot powder works for super long days and the spray for lighter days.

-Reflective heat pad. I use this on my car seat in the winter and I am so happy for that every single chilly morning. I've repurchased it... once or twice? now.

-Retin-A. I used to use Differin, which is adapalene, the most potent retinoid available over the counter, but the switch to prescription-only Retin-A has been very noticeable. Decreased wrinkles, clearer skin. More inclined to flake and burn but it's worth it for me.

-Red LED therapy. Near-infrared stimulates collagen production in the skin. The only other thing that really does that is retinoids. I bought the Omnilux mask, which is certainly high-end, but HotandFlashy (a YouTube content creator) did a great comparison of different masks available by specs and this was the best at the time. The difference is noticeable within days. I've tried other, lower-powered masks, but what made me make the jump to high-end was that I got the Dennis Gross red LED eye mask for crows' feet off eBay and I was like "holy shit, this is better." And Omnilux is better still. It makes sense, since they were the OG of the models that have been in dermatology clinics for a couple of decades now.

-AOA foundation has been at least as good at my TooFaced foundation, and it's like 1-2 bucks instead of 40. There are light, medium, and deep shades, each on different pages; I'm linking to light because that's what I use. The lightest shade works for me, and I'm basically translucent.

-AOA VitaGlow tinted moisturizer is absolutely my go-to for lighter coverage days.

-AOA PawPaw blending sponges. Best out there and also the cheapest.

-(do not buy any of the AOA eyeshadows. Total waste of time, zero pigment. I've tried repeatedly and they're just garbage. The highlights are generally fine though.)

-Direct acid foot peels. The calluses come off. Just don't do it when you have ANY open wound on the feet, because it's acid and will sting like hell.

-blendercleanser solid cleanser for blending sponges and brushes. Actually a) gets them clean and b) rinses out.

-PureWine wine wands. I let these puppies sit for three minutes in a glass and suddenly I can drink red wine without migraines or hangovers. Fucking miraculous.

-Dustbuster. Holy shit it's amazing for ADHD peeps. Small thing bugging you? Can't get yourself to bust out the "real" vacuum? USE THIS.

-Crocs. Don't @ me. I wear a black pair around the house and for garden chores and they make my feet happy. Salonpas patches and/or BenGay for a topical when you're sore--topicals are great pain relief.

-Vibrating neck pillow. Don't need it right now? Wait until your next head cold. Vibration clears sinuses.

-PooPourri. I love not having to smell poop. This, and similar products, work pretty well by trapping scent particles in the oil layer instead of letting them evaporate into the air.

-Electric snow thrower. I can't manage a large, heavy snow blower and I don't want to deal with a gas engine. This little guy helped me clear my large driveway in 3-4 hours instead of 12.

-The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark, by Carl Sagan.

-Handheld home IPL for hair removal. I ordered this exact one and I like it. You can get these on eBay or Amazon for cheaper sometimes; just make sure you PROTECT YOUR EYES during flashes. Targets pigment in the hair bulb so lighter skin and darker hair work better, and deeper skin tones may burn.

-Lanolin chapstick. Makes all other chapsticks I've used look like garbage.

-Steam eye masks. ShopMissA sells these and you can find them on a lot sites; shouldn't cost more than about a dollar per mask. I ended up buying an electric eye mask because I wanted to treat my dry eye and that just felt more environmentally responsible, but I love falling asleep with these on and I can't do that with my plug-in mask.

I think this is where I'll leave it--I've gone back quite a ways in my shopping history across multiple sites and thought about my daily routines--but if any of these problems torture you, these are my suggestions.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The more my horny ass thinks about sheep mc the more I feel bad because of all the lewd shit some of the brothers and maybe other characters would put them to

And also mc just wanted the exstange program to finish quicker so they can go home

It definitely starts when you get your human features

Since Barbato’s potion things just haven’t been the same 

When they say something outright sweet to you, you can’t help but visibly fluster

And now they can see that

Now they can see your whole face when they compliment you

Now your squeals, when they randomly pick you up, have your lovely little face filled with panic to accompany it

“(Y/n) now that you look like a human, you remind me of how important it is that you relax. Now sit with me while we watch the stars.”

So you’ll follow Belphie shrugging at the odd justification for needing to hang out

Which leaves you completely blindsided when he plunges his tongue in between your legs

“Stop fussing I’m just helping you relax.”

Or are no longer willing to listen to your refusals for affection

“Awww (Y/n)! Your embarrassed face is absolutely adorable! Now keep an eye on the camera as I zoom in on our bodies meeting each other! Wa~❤️! You really liked that.”

But your angry face is something totally new

Whether your face becomes scarily contorted or a concerning color or maybe has you crying

Even that isn’t taken seriously 

at least you don’t feel like it is

“WHY WOULD YOU POST THAT!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

“You…you’re yelling at me…?”

“YEAH! I’M YELLING AT YOU! YOU’RE SUCH A SCUMMYJOURNALIST!”

“....”

“....”

“....”

“....Are you blushing?”

“NO!?”

“.....”

“....”

“....”

“So..are you going to finish or…?"

“MEPHISTO!” 

Man are you gleefully chugging through that last week

While everyone’s moping about 

Which turns right around when they visit you in the human world

“Noooooooo!”

“Yessssssss! Now we can….game together! Forever!” 

You’d think without your wool, horns, and tail they’d be less inclined to bother you…

You’d be sorrowly mistaken 

“(Y/n). Would you please hop up on the washing machine? I’ll need you to walk me through using this.”

“Uh sure Luci, but why do I have to sit up there? I can just stand beside you.”

“Well, you’ll want the extra stimulation, won’t you?”

There’s no escaping their needs

[bigfatbimbo]

Hello, my dear! may I offer some sub!valentino ramble because I wanna put this idiot under a microscope and study him like the germ that he is??

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This bratty whore of an overlord is just so fucking fun to punish because the punishments can take form in a million ways, such as but not limited to:

- Getting a fucking machine, attaching the biggest dildo he has, and let it have a field day with Valentino's ass while you're sitting right in front of him, remote in hand, just barely out of reach.

- Making him wear a cock ring and jacking him off while he reviews the porn videos he shot for the day but he can't cum until he finishes his work.

- Get him a sounding rod and make sure to not remove it until after a few dry orgasms. Bonus points if it vibrates.

- Tie him up, put a blind fold on him, and go to town. This can go a few ways:

* Put a prostate massager/vibrator in him and ride him without a care in the world; he came already? We don't care. He doesn't get to have a say on how we use our fucktoy.

* Hold a fleshlight above his cock and tell him to fuck it. That's the only stimulation he WILL get and he better put on a fucking show or else, he isn't going to cum tonight. Or alternatively: making him fuck a fleshlight while wearing a sounding rod and watch him lose his goddamn mind over the pleasure.

- Put a cock cage on him and tell him you'll remove it when he has properly earned it. But who said that you have to stop there? Play with his little cock every night, lick him through the cage, watch his cock become unbelievably sensitive when you take the cage off, watch him become desperate and helpless because he wants to get off so fucking bad but he doesn't know how, better yet fuck him while he's wearing his cage and see how he cums even without the help of his cock.

- Or if we're feeling really, REALLY sadistic tonight, a combination of all things said. Sounding rod + fleshlight + vibrator in the ass = Valentino getting absolutely sent to his third life (if there is one for this asshat)

* ---------- * ---------- *

And do not get me started with the Vees as a whole with their collective dom because the ramble that I will ramble will be the reason I'm gonna get sedated unless 👀👀👀

Anywaaaaaays, sorry I got a little carried away.

Love your writing! Hope you have a good day!

xoxoxoxo ❤️

FERAL. JESUS CHRIST I LOVE YOUR BRAIN. I was waiting to post this so I could actually give my two cents about these ideas but like… BRO CAN WE SEE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE VEES AND THEIR COLLECTIVE DOM???? PLEASSSE!!!??

Anyways, the options for tying him up and blindfolding him were amazing. Actually, all of these ideas were.

To the point where I really wanna do something with one of them, but I want society’s opinion on which one the public would like to see.

Thank you for your amazing brain, anon. I LOVE YOU.

[nichuuu]

Your Turn

Word count: 2k+ tags: smut, Sub Chaewon, Light bondage, creampie, standing doggy, missionary

Requested by @friskyriskywhisky. Hope you enjoy

When you were appointed to be the manager of Lesserafim, you were given a set of rules. Amongst those rules, there was a line in bold that clearly stated that you were not allowed to have any sort of sexual relationship with the idols, and that doing so would result in immediate termination. You've violated that rule about three times now. This would be your fourth time, and the same two girls were the culprits behind the mischief. Luckily for you, these two knew how to cover their tracks. 

You stumbled into your apartment, shutting the door behind you and quickly turning your attention to the two girls. Yunjin’s hand slipped into your shorts, snaking past the waistband of your boxers and gripping your throbbing shaft. 

“Hard already?” She teased. 

“You can’t blame me… It was Chaewon,” You reasoned. 

“He’s right. I’ve been rubbing my ass against him,” The leader giggled. Yunjin chuckled, slender fingers squeezing the tip of your cock. 

“She’s such a naughty girl, isn’t she?” Yunjin breathed. “I think she’s due for some punishment tonight… What do you think?”

She caught your gaze. That mischievous glint was in her eyes. 

“I’ll hold her, you get the rope,” She whispered. 

“Got it,” You replied promptly. Like a well oiled machine, Yunjin and you split off quickly to do what was needed of you. You returned with the rope, just in time for you to see Yunjin strip Chaewon’s bra off her body. The leader’s tits bounced free, her perky nipples taught with arousal. With an open palm, Yunjin delivered a slap to Chaewon’s exposed breasts. 

“You tied me up last week, now it’s your turn,” Yunjin growled. “Can’t wait to see how he treats you when you’re tied up like a good little slut…”

You approached the girls. Yunjin stepped aside.

“Hands,” You commanded. Chaewon pressed her wrists together and lifted her arms. You wound the silky rope around her wrists, trapping her small hands the way a spider would trap its prey. Chaewon was in your web, under your control… She was your meal for the night. 

Yunjin sauntered around her helpless leader. Just a week ago, the roles were switched. Now, Yunjin got to have her turn with her older member, and something told you that she wouldn’t be as gentle as Chaewon had been with her.

“What should we do with her first?” You asked the American girl. 

“Tie her to the bed,” Yunjin instructed. “Let’s make her watch.”

You tugged at the excess rope, pulling Chaewon behind you as you guided her to the bedroom. Once in, Yunjin took the lead, guiding the leader over to the foot of the bed and forcing Chaewon onto her knees. She pulled Chaewon’s hands down, the leader’s biceps squeezing her ample tits together deliciously. Yunjin masterfully bound her leader in place, making sure to pull the rope taught around her elder friend before securing her to the leg of the bed. 

“This should be good enough,” Yunjin declared. She left Chaewon where she was and sauntered over to you. You knew what was next. 

Clothes were quickly discarded, forming a pile in the corner of the room. Yunjin stroked your stiff cock considerately, her lips fiercely locked with yours as your hand busied itself with the flesh of her amazing ass. Her tight body flushed against you, petite chest pressed flat against your torso. 

“Try and last longer this time,” Yunjin rasped. “Let’s make her watch for as long as we can.”

She spun around and presented her plump ass towards you. Standing doggystyle had been Yunjin’s go to position each time you fucked her, and you knew exactly why. It granted you access to all her sensitive areas, granting you the ease of stimulating her while she was ploughed by your cock. You could pull her hair, rub her clit, twist her cute nipples… the possibilities were endless. 

Your tip pressed against the opening of her slick, enjoying the heat that radiated from her cunt. You rubbed your length back and forth against her opening, amply lubricating it with her juices before lining yourself up and thrusting into Yunjin’s tight pussy. A harsh cuss left the girl’s mouth, her hand gripping onto your forearm that was wrapped around her front. She looked over her shoulder, lust blazing behind her eyes.

“Fuck me,” She hissed. 

You popped your hips and hilted yourself back into her depths, drilling yourself deep between her slick walls before redrawing and going again. You pumped into her, a slow and steady pace rocking Yunjin’s tight frame. Her mouth formed an ‘o’, her ragged breaths filling your ears as you fucked her where she stood. Your lips attacked her neck, nibbling, sucking, kissing—leaving a glistening trail of saliva on the milky nape of her neck. Her nails dug into your arm, breaths turning into moans that floated through the air. Chaewon watched from her position, lips half-parted in arousal as she watched you take the American girl’s body. Just a week ago, she was the one being fucked with her legs folded against her shoulders.

You increased your tempo, really beginning to fuck Yunjin. You did your best to get as deep inside her as you could, driving your cock deep into her insides and pulling her back against you. It didn’t take long for you to establish a frantic rhythm, your cock sliding effortlessly between Yunjin’s folds while she screamed in your arms. Your hands slid down her tummy to locate the sensitive nub between her legs. Your fingers did the work, rubbing in circular motions around Yunjins clit. Her legs buckled. You kept her upright.

“Oh fuck,” Yunjin spat. “Oh god… You’re filling me… You’re cock’s filling my tight little pussy so well…” 

Her body was going limp in your hands, the pleasure coursing through her veins making her lose control. Expletives mixed with sighs, traces of English jumbled with gasps and splatters of Korean spearing through her moans. Yunjin was an utter mess. The tightness of her pussy was overwhelming, sucking you in with each thrust you made. Her ass rippled deliciously, the tender flesh striking against you each time you filled Yunjin with your shaft. You could feel the familiar tingle in the base of your cock, the sensation slowly surging up your member as you drilled Yunjin. You tried to keep yourself under control, but the tightness of Yunjin’s cunt overwhelmed you. 

“I’m gonna cum,” You announced. 

“Inside me…” Yunjin whispered. “Fill me up then let Chaewon lick it out of me.”

The excitement was palpable. Squeezing Yunjin’s tight frame in your arms, you thrusted wildly, chasing your orgasm with every last bit of energy in your body. She moaned your name, spurring you with her filthy words that make you want to do nothing except dump your load in her tight body. 

With a final thrust, you came inside her. She sighed with satisfaction as your cock convulsed inside her, cum coating her inside as you groaned into her ear. She milked you to the best of her ability, letting the last bit of your seed get pumped into her before shifting forward. You slipped out of her, your arms sliding off her body. You watched her walk over to Chaewon. She grabbed the older girl’s head and brought it to her freshly fucked pussy.

“Clean me up unnie,” She demanded. Chaewon obliged, her tongue darting out between her lips as she began hungrily lapping up your cum dripping from Yunjin’s creamy pussy. Yunjin moaned in delight, her eyes shutting in bliss as she pressed Chaewon’s face into her crotch. 

“T-That’s it… Keep going,” She gasped, her hand balling into a fist in Chaewon’s short hair. Chaewon slurped away enthusiastically, determined to clean her younger member as thoroughly as possible. You could tell from the quiver in Yunjin’s thighs that her orgasm was fast approaching. Your cock began to harden, your breath caught in your throat as you watched the sight unfold before you. 

With a guttural cry, Yunjin orgasmed. Her body went rigid, muscles tensing throughout her body as she came. Chaewon was merciless, her tongue flicking back and forth across Yunjin’s sensitive nub as she delightfully watched the younger girl cum above her. It became too much for the American girl, and she pushed her unnie’s head away, stumbling back and almost falling. You caught her in the nick of time, keeping her steady as her body convulsed violently. You scooped her up and walked over to set her down on the bed. 

“Rest up,” You whispered. “Your turn to watch now…”

Yunjin smiled and nodded. You walked over to Chaewon, who had a mix of juices dripping down the corners of her mouth. You undid the rope binding her to the bed and helped her to her feet. The rope around her wrists stayed.

“On the bed Chaewon,” You instructed her. She obeyed. You slid her sweatpants off her slender legs. A dark spot had formed on her light panties. She was more than ready to be fucked. 

Yunjin was proactive, rising from her place on the mattress and moving to secure Chaewon’s arms to the bed frame. In the meantime, you pulled Chaewon’s underwear off her body. Her slit glistened under the soft light in your room, lips flushed pink with arousal. 

“She’s ready,” Yunjin announced, hands leaving the rope and sliding down Chaewon’s toned body. The nail of her index finger began tracing circles around Chaewon’s belly button. You closed the distance between you and Chaewon. 

Your hands slipped under her firm thighs. She spread her legs apart instinctively, welcoming you to fuck her. A whimper left her mouth as you slapped your cock against her opening. 

“Please… Just fucking put in,” She begged you. You chuckled and lined yourself up with her. 

“She’s such a needy brat,” You mused.

“Better punish her well then,” Yunjin giggled. 

You slammed yourself into Chaewon. The bound girl moaned, relishing the sensation of being filled by your cock. You began to fuck the leader mercilessly, forcefully ramming your member into her slick over and over. Her walls seemed to tighten around your shaft, hugging your length in a warm, slick embrace while it rapidly slid between her splayed lips. Chaewon mewled, her lips parting to let an endless string of lewd sounds tumble out of her mouth. Yunjin looked on eagerly from Chaewon’s side, a palm resting on her leader’s defined abs as she watched your slick shaft—covered in a mix of her juices and Chaewon’s—disappear and reappear between Chaewon’s flushed thighs. Her free hand fondled Chaewon’s small yet full breasts, pinching the elder girl’s taut pink nipples and kneading her soft mounds together.

“Look at you unnie… You’re taking his cock so well,” Yunjin smiled. “How does it feel?”

“So… Fucking… Full…” Chaewon gasped between her cries. “I… Love it!”

Yunjin giggled and roughly grabbed Chaewon’s jaw. She made sure to look right at you when she captured her unnie’s lips in hers. She tilted her head so that you could watch her tongue intrude into Chaewon’s mouth. Your arousal heightened, your grip on Chaewon’s thighs tightening. You lifted her ankles over your shoulders and let them rest there, your arms locking her legs to your body as you thrusted deeper and deeper into her, eliciting wanton cries out of the helpless girl. Her breasts bounced tantalisingly, hypnotising you with their haze of movement as you watched them rock vigorously with each thrust you made. Yunjin squeezed Chaewon’s tits together, giving you one of the best views you’d ever seen. 

Soon, Chaewon was cumming. Her pussy tightened around your cock, twitching and pulsing around you as you continued to rail her through her orgasm. The sheer tightness of her cunt was quickly driving you towards your second high of the night, and you were determined to pump your load into Chaewon. 

“Oh fuck… Oh keep fucking me,” Chaewon gasped. “Fuck me, use me! Cum in me, please!”

The need in her voice sent you feral. You thrusted into her with a speed you never knew you were capable of, fingers clamping down around her thighs as you steadily approached your orgasm. The pressure began to build in your tip, the tingle working its way up from your balls. You bit your lip, forcing yourself to hold on for just a little more. 

“Do it,” Yunjin hissed. “Fill her up with your cum. Own the slut!” 

With a few final, short, hard thrusts into Chaewon’s pussy, you buried yourself as deep inside her as you could.

Then you let yourself go.

Thick, hot cum spurted from your shaft into Chaewon’s awaiting depths, her hot, tight cunt squeezing and pulsing around your cock, milking you down to the last drop. You held onto her legs tightly, feeling Chaewon’s muscles quiver together with you as you slowly wound down from your orgasm. 

When your cock slipped out of her, you seed spilled out of her splayed lips. She sighed in satisfaction as hot cum oozed out of her slick, slowly spilling down to her asshole before Yunjin’s finger came and scooped it all up. 

“Open wide unnie,” Yunjin smiled before shoving her cum slicked finger into her leader’s mouth. Chaewon sucked it clean, making sure to lick her lips right after. 

“Delicious,” Chaewon beamed weakly. Despite the absolute state of disarray she was in, she somehow still looked as dazzling as she was on stage.

Once you regained your strength, you undid the knots binding Chaewon’s wrists to the bed. Chaeon let her arms fall to her side, a look of relief on her face.

“Next time… We handcuff Yunjin,” Chaewon decided. 

“That’s a bit much,” You remarked. 

“I can handle it,” Yunjin grinned. “Maybe we can throw in some roleplay too…”

Chaewon giggled and pulled the younger girl closer to her. 

“Maybe we should,” She breathed. “And then he gets to cum all over your pretty face and tight body…”

“Sounds fun,” Yunjin replied slyly.

Looks like you’d be in for a treat next week…

[subskz]

trying to find a punishment to discipline jisung when he acts out would be so difficult bc honestly that little masochist likes them too much. edging, overstimulation, bondage, spankings— he enjoys them all, to the point that it’s almost a reward to him sometimes, an incentive to misbehave. so the next time he starts being all bratty and insufferable to you with that familiar glint in his eyes, he’s practically begging for u to show him his place

…so u tie him up, strap him to a fucking machine + put a cockring on him, to make sure he won’t be able to cum despite the never-ending stimulation he has to endure, while u go attend to mundane tasks in another room so that his constant spill of moans falls on deaf ears <3

maybe he was teasingly flirting with other ppl to try make u jealous, and so u tell him before leaving that “this is what u wanted, isn’t it? to be fucked? here. if you’re gonna act like a slut, you should be ready to be treated like one”

it would rly be torture for him :(( his shaking body would tense up with every one of the machine’s unchanging rhythmic thrusts.. poor spoiled baby gets whiplash bc of how different it is from the way you fuck him; you’re usually so receptive to his requests to switch up ur speed or pace or hit one of his sweet spots according to how he wants it at that moment, so the cold, unfeeling piece of tech teasing his hole only makes him want you more </3 he misses being able to hold ur hand while u rail him, and the stimulation he’s subject to is both too much and not enough, continually bringing him up to the brink of his orgasm but failing to tip him over bc of the cockring. his length lying against his abdomen is so hard he’s aching, he’d try grind down on the machine to catch his orgasm but he’d eventually keel over in exhaustion when he realises it’s impossible :(( his volume, which is already shamelessly loud by default, would reach another level if u toyed with him like this, an uninterrupted soundtrack of broken moans filtering through the walls. it goes from blissful, sweet moans at the beginning as he enjoyed the metrical pleasure being given to him, to hiccups and sobs and pleas for more after being left on the edge so many times, slurring out promising that he’s learnt his lesson, just pls come back and look at him </3

u’d leave him like that until his flushed face is glistening with his tear-stains, sweat n drool. boy might even thrash so hard he breaks his ties or the whole machine apart 😭

maybe u even come back at one point and his face lights up like a christmas tree, his begging immediately going silent as ur long-awaited presence pacifies him, and he thinks ur finally surrendering to his pleas. he watches u walk in like u hung the stars in the sky, tear-filled shining doe eyes tracing ur body in awe as u take off ur panties, only to become increasingly confused when you still don’t pay him any mind and say nothing, ignoring his questions as you fasten his ties tighter again. you then put your discarded panties in his mouth to work as a gag and turn up the machine to the highest speed, muffling his cries when you exit the room again, leaving him alone and coming forced orgasms dry, over and over <3 until you decide he’s been through enough and return for real

he doesn’t see you coming in this time because his eyes are screwed so tightly shut and his smothered moans are still loud enough to drown out the sound of your footsteps, his own whimpers ringing in his ears like white noise. he doesn’t even register that you’ve turned off the machine and taken off the cockring until he feels your soft, grounding hands at his sides bringing him back to earth. even though his body is so weak, he’d reach out towards u with grabby hands in an instant. you kiss his tears away affectionately, and, if he’s still got energy left in him, you reward him for getting through his punishment so well with a real orgasm from whatever he’d like. otherwise, you go straight to a warm bubblebath and cleanse him of the sticky mess of fluids covering his skin.

he’s too fucked out to move, limbs like a rag doll’s, so u wash him down with a soapy cloth urself while you whisper praises and he lets out tiny satisfied hums. pretty thing would shyly apologise for being disobedient earlier and ask u to give him kissies to make him feel better ♡ (the anon who said he’d make rubber duckies kiss and say it’s u two after just finishing super rough n intense play before is so right btw)

😭 han 😭 ji 😭 sung 😭

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😭 han 😭 ji 😭 sung 😭!!! my exact reaction while reading this delicious ask you really served us up a 5 star meal w this one

masochistic lil hannie is just so easy to please isn’t he!! it’s as hot as it is frustrating how he’ll take anything you give him so eagerly and even beg for more. i 100% agree he’d enjoy practically any punishment you try to dish out to him way too much, it’s more like positive reinforcement than anything else bc at the end of the day, he gets to feel good and he gets all your focus on him, exactly what your cute little attention whore wants so bad <3

strapping him to a fucking machine and putting a cockring on his dick is soo genius i love it 😽 he gets fucked senseless by a toy instead of you, can’t cum, and on top of that doesn’t even get the satisfaction of you at least watching him fall apart for you…it’s poor jisungie’s nightmare ): what’s the point of acting up if he doesn’t get ur attention out of it! he’d whine so loud when you tell him that if he wants to act like a slut he gets treated like one…the needy pout and big pleading gaze he fixes you with would be so hard to resist when he whimpers out that he wants to be your slut, he wants you to treat him like one, not anyone else or any toy

the visual of his flushed face covered in tears and sweat and saliva w his hair ruffled so cutely and his mouth full w your panties would be to die for ♡_♡ you grab his jaw and give it a lil squeeze so that he opens up obediently, only for you to scold him for being so fucking noisy and stuffing your underwear in his drooling mouth. he would moan so pathetically loud the moment it touches his tongue bc he’s so desperate for you that even the faint taste of you is enough to make him crazy

the grabby hands ㅠㅠ that’s so adorable…as much of a handful as hannie might be he still deserves to be treated so sweetly once all the brattiness has been railed out of his system and he’s back to ur sweet affectionate lil angel ♡

[secondratefiction]

Silly headcanon question: which clones do you think are the cutest first thing in the morning? Which ones are grumpy? Would this change when they wake up with their SO or would SO understand and make caf to help them get less grump?

Ok, I think I went a little overboard... let's break this down into a couple different categories:

Cute, early risers:

Rex - man's got lots of things to do and chaos to try and manage. He usually hits the ground running, and is the one making other people their caf

Cody - again, another one of those 'places to go, things to do', always busy types. He pretty much taught Rex everything he knows

Cute, but disoriented:

Fives - The amount of times this man has tripped over himself trying to get up and out of his bunk... There's a couple minutes of slight bewilderment and trying to remember who and where he is, but then he usually up and ready for whatever he's getting himself into today.

Wrecker - big boi is a solid sleeper that can and will fall asleep anywhere and sleep through anything. He doesn't wake up easy, but he does wake up in a good mood at least.

Adorably and endearingly grumpy:

Tech - did he just wake up, or is he coming off of his third all-nighter in a row? There's really no way too tell because whether it's been a 20 minute power nap, or a 20 hour black out, either way Tech wakes up like he's not sure what year it is, and absolutely prepared to claw someone's eyes out to get to a caf machine

Echo - granted, he's usually low-key grumpy on a regular basis because unfortunately he keeps getting attached to idiots with no sense of self preservation or common sense, but it always seems like no matter how much sleep he does manage to get, it's never enough. He just wants to be able to drink one cup of caf while it's still warm before he starts getting pulled in twelve deferent directions (#momproblems)

Hunter - in a pretty similar boat to Echo with the added bonus of waking up already over stimulated. Don't get him wrong, man loves his brothers (and his daughter) but it is 0600, and his eye is already twitching. It is too early for any of y'all to be this dang loud.

Grumpy and annoyed until fully awake:

Crosshair - usually there is an underlying hint of playfulness to his hostility - kind of like a grumpy old cat... Not right now. He's liable to actually stab someone until he's had some time and at minimum one cup of caf.

Wolffe - again, man is usually kind of grumpy by default. Now we just have the added bonus of 'not a functional human being... yet'. He will come around, he's just going hit anyone who tries to speak to him before that with a glare that's going to make them shrivel up and die a little inside. Don't hold it against him though, man doesn't even have the energy to roll his eyes yet.

[andreas-river]

➷ Kinktober 2023

Day VII: Fucking machine || Phillip Graves

Cross-posted on Ao3.

TW: bondage, mention of safeword, a bit of OOC Graves.

It was clear from the beginning of your relationship that Phillip was the one in control. He was always inclined to be the one to command you, to guide you through everything. And that didn't exclude the bedroom.

It was another time when he was home more than usual, indulging himself on you and playing with you, and he couldn't help but smile when he finally finished tying you up, your wrist connected to a rope from the headboard, lying on your stomach with your hips raised by a pillow and your legs spread thanks to a spreader bar. He looked at you, caressing the curves of your body with his fingers, traveling down until he reached your folds, pushing them apart and positioning the dildo right at the entrance of your hole, chuckling slightly as you squirmed at the strange object that was going inside you.

He just left the tip inside before coming back into your field of vision, a remote control for the machine in his hand. "Will you be good?" you nodded, earning a satisfied grunt from him as he stood up.

He comes back a few moments later, holding the ball gag between your lips and securing it, making sure it's not too tight. "Do you remember what to do if you want to stop?" You nod again, tapping the headboard twice with your hand.

He seems satisfied with that, as he finally presses a button on the remote, the machine coming to life and thrusting the dildo inside you, repeating the motion at a slow pace, finally feeling your cunt get the much needed stimulation.

After almost an hour—or more?—your body won't stop shaking. As you expected, Phillip played a lot with the buttons of the remote control, alternating the deep strokes with the fast ones, following a pattern that only he found comfortable, your wet walls overstimulated by the dildo that continued to hit every sweet spot inside you, and as the orgasm approached, the pattern changed, leaving you gasping and begging for more, mumbling words behind the gag that not even you could understand.

Then, the last thing you expected was for the dildo to start vibrating, the buzzing sound filling the room, accompanied by your louder moans, your orgasm finally approaching.

"Are you going to cum?" you forced your head to nod, your mind becoming fuzzy from the pleasure that was coursing through your body. A sharp crack echoed through the room, the stinging pain hitting you like a tidal wave from the curve of your ass to the extremities of your body.

"Not until I say so," he smacks the other cheek, making you moan loudly. He chuckles, massaging the skin that is slowly turning red. "Does it feel that good?" You nod eagerly, but he only responds by spanking you again in quick succession, the pain mixing with the pleasure to create a mixture that brings you dangerously close to orgasm, and it becomes increasingly difficult to hold back.

You end up begging him through your ball gag to let you come, salty tears running down your cheeks as you feel him place his fingers on your face, his touch the complete opposite of the previous one. He moves closer to your ears, his lips brushing against your skin, making you shiver.

"Then show me how you cum."

Your body responds to him without effort, your legs shaking from the force of your orgasm, making you too dizzy to understand him, whispering words of praise directly into your ears.

And he can't help but admire how much he loves to see that expression on your face, your eyes closed and your lips wet with your own saliva, stopping the machine even though a small part of him wants to leave it on. He waits until you come back, helping you out of the restraints and making sure you aren't hurt.

"I'm going to make a bath, come on," he helps you stand, and you can't keep your eyes off him when you notice the bulge in his boxers.

"Wait, you didn't..." he smirks as he lets you sit on the edge of the tub and opens the water, his eyes still full of lust.

He places two fingers under your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "Don't worry, we're not done yet."

[haruchi-slit]

INKED!

Synopsis →⁠_⁠→

Choso as your favorite tattoo artist

a/n: I should be doing stuff for pilot shit,still, im here writting unholy shits again, lord please forgive me.

Warnings: fem! reader, cream pie, dirty talks, pussy eating and many more

You booked an appointment about one month ago, you just couldn't help to get a new tattoo, but c'mon, we both know that you just want to fuck that hot tattoo artist, Choso, and you know that he's waiting for that moment too, with the smirk he's giving you while etching his machine to your skin, the way his hands with leather gloves brush thru your skin, his gaze, full of lust and desire and the way he press his body close to you in purpose.

You wanted to surprise him, once you got in his shop the place was empty, you assumed he closed the store for you, he greeted you with a cocky smirk,

"What's up Mamacita, haven't seen you in awile" he smiled with his eyes close, he's so cute yet, so hot.

You also greeted him with a cheeky smirk, and without hesitation you leaned to his ear. "I want a pussy tattoo.", he paused for a second and leaned much closer to you,

"Then what design are you up too, Mama?" He whispered,

"Freestyle on me, Choso" you said backing away slightly.

"Sure, mama, good thing i've got a few designs for 'ya." he proudly smiled, "c'mon, lay here like a princess" he added signaling you to sit on the leather chair

"Such a gentleman, are we Choso?" you snickered as you laid on the chair, you wore a skirt for an easy access since you were going to get a pussy tattoo after all. Choso already prepared everything he needs. You spread your legs open, revealing your purple panties,

"Purple?, my fave. Are you going to remove it by yourself or-" you shut him off by placing his hands to the hem of your panties, "O-oh! ok, mama" he said as he removed your panties, shoving it in his pocket, he stares at your slit for a couple of seconds,

"Do you like what you see?" you asked, as you waved your hand in front of his face.

"And what if i did hm?" he uttered, that caught you off guard, you weren't expecting him to flirt back, you smirked,

"C'mon then, try me Choso" adding more flame to the fire, your core was getting really exposed to the air, you can feel heat building up on your lower abdomen- your pussy unconsciously leaking just from the dirty talk between you, and, Choso.

"Dang, getting wet already? you're no fun mama" he growls

putting his printed stencil out, you jolted a little because of the sudden contact, his hands were big, and heavy, he placed it right on top of your clit, purposely rubbing his hand against your exposed clit, you squirmed under his touch.

he lets the stencil dry out for a moment and plugged his tattoo machine, he designed a very beautiful roses and torns, from your hips to your pussy, he then started to etch his machine on your skin, it hurted, but Choso was making his way up to you clit, purposely rubbing it, he just can't resist anymore, you squirmed under him, it was pure torture.

"Keep still mama, spread 'em wide for me will you?" He chuckled deviously, while gliding his machine to your body he roams his left hand on you pussy, going up and down to your clit and teasing your entrance, you were lost, your cunt spasming and clenching around air,

"-ah, Choso..! please" you finally broke your pride,

"hmm?" he's being cocky, he knows what you want, but seeing you beg? that's a whole different level, "Please..!"

your voice and legs was shaking, "oh, you mean this?"

he inserted his finger with leather gloves in your core,

"Ah! yes, yes Cho.." you moaned

"Keep still mama, im still giving you a tattoo" he laughed, while he glides his machine, he pushes his fingers in and out painfully slow, teasing you on purpose, he moves his hand on your clit playing with it like it's some sort of stress ball, he used his thumb to stimulate your body causing you to buck your hips and squirm once again, he turned of his machine since you were squirming all over the place, you grinded you his fingers uncontrollably chasing your high you were a mess, a mess for his touch, his finger still pleasuring your clit, he bends down to your pussy as he pulls you closer to his mouth "Gonna eat you s'good" he says under his breath as he latched his tongue in your pussy, his wet tongue moved in a normal speed slurping all of your pussy juices, spitting on it like an animal, eating your vagina like it was ugly.

An animal.

Brain already blank, just you and the pleasure he's giving you.

he pause, "So fucking good for me mama?" he said his voice a bit hoarse, he detached his mouth from your folds, a string of saliva connecting his mouth and your pussy.

"Choso, i was sooo close~!" you whined,

"Patients, be patient mama." he shushs you up "besides, the tattoo's still not done." he added, he plugged his machine again, but this time, he inserted his dick in your cunt, causing your tummy to show a lil bulge, his dick was kissing your cervix almost passing through your womb, you bit your knuckles in satisfaction it nearly turned white.

He then again, glides his tattoo machine over your skin you squirmed uncontrollably, "Keep still mama.." he says, his voice was low and a bit raspy, with that it sent shivers to your core, "Chosoo~nnn" you moaned, his dick still inside you, laying on your cervix, causing you to clench and palpitate around his dick, he hissed, "fuck..", as he continues finishing the tatto, but you just can't control your pussy spasming around him, it makes him go crazy.

"Fuck mama, think we gotta' overtime" he placed his tatto machine on the table as he threw your right leg on his broad shoulder and bucked his hips back and forth, it was so deep, your pussy remembers his dick shape, every curve and bulge, your pussy juice and his pre cum flowing down to your ass crack, it was heaven, his shop was filled with skin slapping, moans and groans, and his sweet litte praises on how you take his dick sooo goooodd!

He placed your leg down and turned you around.

"Bend over for me will ya'?" he says, which you complied fastly, you bent over for him, on the leather chair, he bends over to your pussy as he spreads it, slurping every drip and juice in it, dehydrating it, you moaned once again, after that he inserts his dick in, "Bend good for me mama." he muttered, his clearly lost and is chasing his high, you nodded in response as you popped your ass for him, for him to reach sooo deep in you.

Moans kept escaping your mouth, one after another,

"You like it when i fuck you this good mama?"

"Ahh-oh yea, yesss oh my god choso!" you squirmed buvking your hips back and forth, but he stops thrusting,

"shom me how you love my dick mama, i bet you we're dreaming on fucking me for months now, haven't you hm?" he says, with a hint of cockiness on his tone.

you whined, as you grind on his dick desperately, with every grind you make it makes his dick throb even more, you were grinding on him for a minute now, but you can feel him, twitching, he was close, so he starts thrusting again.

"so desperate for this cock mhm?"

"oh mhmmmm, Please! fuck me good!" you screamed

he pounded his dick in, you were close and he was too, you clenched your pussy on purpose as you release your high, and soon Choso followed, you catch deep breaths, as you look in his eyes, "well that was a good fuck" you chuckled, as you look on your pussy, it was already tattooed, a rose designed succubus tatto "oh look, it's cute" you say in awe

"Well it's desinged by me after all" he laughed as he pulls his dick out off you, your pussy was completely creampied. you pulled off tissues from the tissue box, you wipe your pussy, as Choso helps you and fixed your skirt, but somethings missing, oh right...

"C-choso..my panties?" you asked

"Oh, your panties?, Keeping them as souvenirs mama, y'know so i can jack on it later" he winks.

a/n: I was sleeping but my mom woke me up, and after that my whole day was ruined. Anyways please, please dm for request please dont be shyyyy!!

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[transfem-goddess-temple]

(@catgirlfloof)

I(trans girl with boobs and a dick) would love to present myself to you and all other worshipers to be stripped and bound on an alter to have my holes and body be freely used by anyone, I'd also like to be placed in a heat that makes me more and more desperate to be used as time passes, maybe being kept like that for long periods like throughout an entire day.

“Step forth.”

Your heart skips a beat. You were nervous, not because of what was about to happen, but because you didn’t want to screw up. It was your inauguration. You were to be accepted as a sacred slut. You walk up to the altar, the eyes of the congregation all on you.

You reach the altar and look into Goddess Elira’s eyes. She stares back, a devilish glint playing on her face as she takes your hands. “Worshipers one and all!” she calls out to the filled chapel. “We are here to welcome a fellow worshipper into her true role.”

You are yanked down, landing on that altar. Elira flips you over and around, laying you chest up with your head on one side of the altar and your legs hanging off the other side. “She is our newest slut, so make sure to break her in properly.” She looks down at you and gives a smile. She leans down and places her lips on yours. Her tongue pushes through the kiss and enters your mouth, sliding around and covering the area with her spit.

With every drop of saliva that spreads across your mouth, you feel your body get warmer. You knew that this would happen, that Elira’s spit would act as an aphrodisiac, but you didn’t think it would work so fast. You definitely didn’t think it would feel this good. She breaks away from your lips, a string of spit extending between your mouths. It thins and breaks, but you can still feel her heat.

With a slight movement of your arm, you realize you’ve been strapped down. Your important parts could move, like your hands and head, but your body was bound in rope and held tight on the altar. Even your breasts are tied up, pressed together with taught rope so that you can easily be titfucked. This was turning you on even more, speeding up the aphrodisiac’s effect and making your cock get rock hard in record time.

Elira turns to the congregation. “Now, show her unending pleasure. She is yours to use however you wish.” The congregation begins to stand, getting close and forming a loosely ordered line. They were all ready to fuck you. Elira smiles. “And don’t worry about knocking her out of heat. I gave her a special dose, so she won’t be able to cool down until her Goddess takes her fill.”

With those words, your Goddess turns and leaves. The bells began to chime. Eight times. It was still early in the day. You wondered how long it would be until you were blessed with divine seed in your womb. Just the thought was got you harder and made your hole wet. It was going to be a long day, but considering the hard cocks and wet it was going to be a good one.

The first of one to dominate you was a long haired girl. She straddled your cock and gave you a smirk. There was no speaking and no pregame of any sort, she just started using you. Her pussy slid down on you and started to ride. All you saw was her smirk before your head was grabbed and pulled back. Another girl stuffs her cock into your mouth and you moan with pleasure.

Your cock was under constant stimulation from a warm, tight pussy while your throat was pounded, and your body was ravaged with heat. You were already so close to cumming that you couldn’t help but thrust your hips. A cock appears in one of your hands, and a pussy in the other. You automatically went to work stroking each of your charges. You were a machine for sex. A toy. And good toys do their job.

You came hard in the woman on your cock, spilling into her while she laughs. You can hear a muffled “Aww, good girl,” through the sounds of of your throat getting bullied. The wet slaps and gurgles fill your ears almost as much as the taste fills your mouth.

You feel something pressing into your asshole. Not a cock, a tongue. Despite just cumming, the new sensation, and certainly the heat, kept the blood in your cock. The woman clamped down on your cock, cumming on you with a satisfied groan. Her tightened cunt wrings your dick to the edge, but she gets off of you before you finish.

However, before long, another worshiper is on top of you, slamming themself down on your cock. You cum again, filling the new hole with your seed. The cock in your hand starts to twitch at the same time as the one in your throat. You speed up your strokes, and get them to cum at the same time. As your tits get covered in warm cum, your throat gets coated in semen. You swallow it all down, and give the cock a kiss before it gets taken away.

Both are soon replaced by another set of parts, a pussy in your mouth and another cock in your hand. Another person gets onto your chest and starts fucking your tits, using the cum as lube. The tongue in your ass finally finds your prostate, pressing into it. The pussy in your hand starts to grind on you, clit twitching quick before filling your hand with warm juice.

It was only a moment before another cunt was using your hand to get off. It was never ending. So many people wanting to fuck. Needing to fuck. And, out of all people, they chose you to use as their toy. You couldn’t be more happy. You cum, they cum, they cum, you cum. It was endless pleasure, just like you wanted.

But the heat was not subsiding. You needed more. An hour passed, and you still needed more. Noon came and went, and you still needed more. The number of worshippers using you at once steadily declined, but you still needed more. Your eyes were twitching. You had cum more times than you can count. You had been filled and covered more than you thought possible. But you needed more.

You needed her. You needed your Goddess’s cum. You needed to be her slut, show her how good of a girl you were. Stay in heat as long as she desires and beg for her every moment of every day. You needed to worship her. It would take you to the absolute height of pleasure just to be touched by her. You need to please her. It was your duty.

And as the day turns into night and your heat rages on, you cry out in need to be fucked by your Goddess. How do you beg?

[sonicasura]

Considering all the shenanigans that happen in every iteration where Autobot-Decepticons duke it out on Earth and they can connect to the Internet... I am legitimately surprise neither piss off a hacker.

At best, clashes between both sides result in minor property damage alongside disturbing the peace. You know that's saying something if this is the preferred option. Plus the whole planet is caught in the crossfire when you take groundbridges and airships into account.

There are people smart enough to hack government systems so whose to say a Cybertronian is safe? A spiteful technical genius could load up a virus where everybot affected feels the dreadful pain of menstruation. Why upload a kill switch when you can be petty as fuck with period cramps?

Even more savage if the hacker has a countermeasure where trying to remove the virus just upgrades it. To what? How about stimulating the pain women feel going through childbirth. There are machines that programmed to do it like in this clip from Impractical Jokers where Q gets strapped to this device for his punishment.

Offender starts at level one as there are 8 stages. Every attempt increases the intensity by a stage. Pretty sure the 2nd or 3rd stage is enough to make one submit.

Probably the most embarrassing(for Cybertronians) yet hilarious(for the hacker) way to end a war. Both sides have to play nice if they want this 'feature' disabled. It's easy to flip it back on in seconds so no psyches.

Humans are bloody space orcs. We come in many flavors with spite and pettiness being some. To do something like this is possible.

[dragcnbreak]

I’m not sure if you just focus on just x reader stuff or not but *pats movie!mike on the head* he’s definitely a little, mans needs to be taken care of the same way he takes care of Abby, he needs to be babied and loved….needs the snuggles…needs to be the one being taken care of for once….

Maybeee a some hcs or Drabble of regressor!mike w/ CG!vanessa (or CG!reader if you just do xreader stuff!)

you get me anon you get me… here’s some hcs of little!mike and cg!reader <3

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• he would hesitate to try the other side of being a little at first but then, he would absolutely love it

• loves to be called any pet name you can think of, but especially “mikey bear” or a “good boy”

• speaking of good boys, you can shower him in any sort of praise and his metaphorical tail would start wagging (he claims he’s a cat person but he’s very puppy coded)

• definitely has a certain comfort object (i.e. a stuffie) that he brings absolutely everywhere with him. if it has to be washed by you, he stands outside the washing machine and watches it until it’s done. he doesn’t have a collection of things or anything because he still realizes that money can be tight for you and him

• he would cuddle that stuffie to sleep since his tiredness would still translate over to being a little. please let him take a nap!

• still recognizes abby as his sister (big or little one depending on how old he regresses to) and includes her and you in all of his drawings

• claims he’s too old (no matter how old he regresses to) to hold your hand anywhere but you still end up holding hands even after he’s said it

• I don’t think he would regress to too young, maybe around 10 or whatever age he was when garrett went missing

• will shyly ask for physical affection like hugs and kisses from you, he’d never fully admit it but he would love to be smothered in your care and affection

• either calls you by your name or “mama” or “papa”

• I headcanon him as autistic and I think he would lean into stimulating himself more when he’s feeling younger. especially rocking on his feet, flapping his hands, always fiddling with his stuffie, etc etc

• loves to help you cook or bake anything, I think he cares about feeling useful around the house and wouldn’t always mind doing chores (if he’s not tired)

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I definitely think he’s a flip and thank you for allowing me to recognize that. it’s like 6 am and I don’t think this is my best work but I hope you enjoy anon <3 tysm for reading

[comic-sans-chan]

cursed modern human garashir au where ds9 is an old ruined resort that was built by some evil rich motherfuckers years ago and was recently seized back by the native people whose land and economy it had destroyed. it's since been converted into an affordable apartment complex sort of situation (just... with a pool, bar, restaraunts, spa and tennis court built into it lol) and is run by sisko and kira. since it is rundown, odo gets hired back on to keep kids from further vandalizing it and o'brien's team gets hired on from the nonprofit organization sisko works for to fix the place up best he can. dukat is the old overseer of the property who drops by sometimes to remind them he and his hospitality business still exist, and my, what a fine job they’ve done renovating the place! it’s actually nice again. sure would be a shame if someone bought the property out from under them (lmao jk kardasi hospitality and starfleet are friends! no hard feelings. they should collaborate on some future projects, actually).

garak's a sad bitch who just lost his amazing morally dubious nepotism career at obsidian corp. (which absorbed kardasi hospitality) and moved into the complex just for the comfortingly familiar architecture. even tho he's not on the payroll for his (secret) dad's evil exploitative company anymore he's still vital to its continued efficiency and is an absolute sucker who still does unpaid shady work for them from time to time. so no one in the complex likes him, but also he's a very pleasant and fastidious queer man who pays his rent on time and has completely taken over the laundry room, to the benefit of everyone, because all the machines actually work now, it's always tidy, and there's a variety of forever-stocked detergents and soaps available, plus an iron?? there was not an iron before garak moved in. which is how it eventually becomes public knowledge that garak has an online tailoring and fashion design business, and he's actually pretty good at restoring clothes that get fucked by the washing machine or eaten by rats, soooo. yeah. they let him stick around.

meanwhile julian's a hot doctor who works at the local hospital and is absolutely buried in student debt that he refuses to let his moderately-wealthy family help him with because they're awful people who had him on illegal drugs without his knowledge since he was a little kid. they were afraid he had something wrong with him, apparently. he was too far behind in his class or w/e. they couldn't handle having a kid with special needs, so they pumped him full of dangerous experimental stimulants. only reason he found out is because he snuck off somewhere to start transitioning and had some tests done that revealed all the crazy shit in his system. he's insanely lucky he didn't end up in the hospital with seizures or fall into a coma or worse. not to mention his parents still dead-name him left and right over a decade later. it's a whole mess and a huge secret, because he technically has a history with illegal drug abuse, and it's a partially ongoing history because going cold turkey off drugs he's been on since he was six is Not A Good Idea, so??? fuck his life, actually. he lives in the apartment just down the hall from garak's. 

garak hates the country his dad's company expanded into and would like nothing better than to move back home, but it's not really logistically possible. especially since everyone there hates him cuz his (secret) dad's company is a mega-corporation that's completely taken over everything p much and is a complete monopoly nightmare, and he did... kinda... work there for decades. no one would hire him if he went back. it would be an extreme conflict of interest, since everyone wants to stay on tain's good side, including garak. but starfleet is interested in him, so he does some begrudging contract work for them sometimes, but he really has no desire to join them. he just wants to resume his old career and reclaim his assets.

julian's hospital is owned by starfleet, tho. his scholarship into medical school was also from starfleet, in fact--they're the only reason he was able to (sort of) afford becoming a doctor at all. so he's a big fan, even tho they are pretty hardcore anti-drugs in a way that's made him have to forge medical records and risk serious legal charges and prison time. julian comes across as a squeaky clean medical professional and an adorable idiot, but he's intimately familiar with back-alley dealings. which is kind of how he ends up helping garak with his drug addiction, and keeps said addiction off the record.

but basically, how it begins is julian likes to support the local restaurants in the complex and garak finds him there and thinks he's gorgeous, and it proceeds as expected. they fuck nasty and become codependent. ten years later, julian lives in a modest house with garak in his home country and garak irons all his old university hoodies.

[cu7ie]

gym bros.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ baji spots draken at the gym (+ he does the wrong kind of spotting).

baji x reader.

cw; sfw. reader's gender neutral but they get called a bitch (idk if that bothers people), baji being a perv (he stares). draken being voice of reason.

"Why's Mikey not coming again?"

"He thinks it smells like sweat, and he doesn't like carrying his gym equipment to and back." Draken thought this was a better alternative. Baji, who'd almost certainly try and pick a fight with the biggest guy there, would be a good candidate for spotter. Mikey likes dragging his feet sometimes, not seeing the point in 'strenuous physical labor' since he already knows how to fight. 

To Mikey, it's all about strength. 

Draken, on the other hand, can appreciate an immaculate physical form. A nicely toned abdomen, thick calves, strong thighs; a testament to discipline, the beauty of working out - hence their trip to the Gym. Baji can at least walk and complain, which works well enough for Draken who tunes him out with ease, navigating the Shibuya streets quickly and without pause. Baji hasn't offered an intelligent thought all morning. He agreed to this yesterday, but still complained when Draken showed up when he was supposed to; when he did his due diligence of waking him up, getting him outside, providing him pleasant quiet company. Baji nagged him the whole way, while he was putting on his clothes and scrambling around for his keys, stuffing his bottle and sweatrag into a backpack so fucking slowly; irritating the shit out of Draken, who put up with it because

at least he's moving.

"Ugh. It's still too early in the morning for this shit." Draken's music is low enough that he can hear the words 'too early', actually looking annoyed for the first time this morning as he turns around,

"It's 10:30. Sleep any longer, you'll get a headache." and resumes walking, hoping their arrival at the gym will put a pin in Baji's incessant yammering- 

First the sun is bothering him, then he remembers he forgot something; so he's irritated about that, and then he sees a pretty thing or two pass by; body banging enough to make his head swivel like a spin top, and right after that, he's quiet for a moment. Thinking for perhaps the first time since they've embarked on his venture,

 he comes up with this:

"There any hotties at the gym?" Draken tosses a look back, sharp and cutting.

"I wouldn't know, I go there to work out."

"But you've looked, haven't you?"

"No man. What the fuck is-" He sucks his teeth, doesn't let his energy go haywire. "Doesn't matter, we're here."

It's cold enough in the gym that Baji's nipples get a little hard. Surely it's to offset the work out heat, but,

"Goddamn." He doesn't try to warm himself and just shivers, his teeth clacking and he's getting the sense that Draken is really getting irritated, because he just goes,

walks so fast he's practically running, and Baji has to tail him or else he'll be lost, thoughtless enough to forget to read wall signs and a little up his own ass that he doesn't want to ask a staff member for help. Runs after Draken like a child who lost their mother in the grocery store.

It's fine, everything's fine. They put stuff up in their lockers and take their water bottles and leave to head towards the bench press racks. Baji remembers how to spot from when he used to be apart of the fitness club back in highschool. They slide on the weights until it's two hundred fifty total, Draken slides into place and gets to pumping that iron. Baji mostly plays attention, but his eyes meander as they tend to do, roaming idly for something to stimulate his dying brain cells -

Then he sees a nice ass working the elliptical machine.

Your favorite gym shorts are such because they make you look good and feel good; but you get your fair share of strangers ogling you, working the machines right next to you when almost every machine is available, that kind of weird ass energy. You come to the gym enough that you're a little used to it; though not everyone's like that. There's a regular that came here before you did - a lean muscle, broad guy, single braid down his back, dragon tattoo on his head.

You never caught his name but you always tell him he looks cool when you cross paths and neither of you are zoning out listening to music. 

You're working out a little too intensely to notice the glare creeping up and down your back, Baji's brain trying to work on overtime trying to assess this situation. He barely notices Draken finishes his set, flushed pink and wiping sweat off his forehead.

"Baji." Exasperated. "Fuck're you… fuck're you looking at?" Baji doesn't point but flicks his head in your direction, gesturing with his hands.

"The one on the push pull machine? You see em?"

"The elliptical."

"What the fuck ever. Do you see them?"

"...yes Baji." Draken pinches the bridge of his nose as he begins to regret some of the decisions he's made. He's being tight lipped on purpose and Baji knows it. He knows Draken lied to him earlier and he doesn't need to ask to prove it, but he does anyway.

"They come here all the time don't they? And you just didn't say 'nothin. Said nothing at all. You know how much time you cost me, and yourself? Coulda had me coming all week if I knew bitches like that came here."

Baji whistles shrill and low - Draken makes a face.

"I'm too tired for this shit right now. M'gonna work on legs." And with that, Draken gets up from the bench press, reracks the weight he had loaded on. Draken gets on the ellipticals too, opposite you and a ways off. You wave but you don't think he sees you.

Baji's still looking at your ass, forgetting himself for a long moment.

He only remembers this establishment has standards when one of the gym bros (not even a staff member, just some guy with biceps as big as Baji's head) tells him to stop staring. You can't see Baji doing it, but apparently people have noticed and it's starting to make them uncomfortable. 

On your side, everything is cool since you're listening to your music. You've worked up a sweat and an appetite, so you dismount, disinfect, (get your stuff from the lockers,) and dip. Baji doesn't mind leaving his stuff in the locker room to step outside and try to talk to you for a minute. He tries to flag you down like you're a cab - and against your better judgment you take out one headphone as you're standing at the crosswalk, polite but clearly impatient.

"Hey man, did you need something?" You have this grimace to your grin like Baji ought to shoot his shot quickly and dash, because you already know what he's gonna say and you're not impressed;

But he puffs his chest out all big anyway, walking over in long confident strides and fixing his mouth to say something else stupid. 

"You come ‘round here all the time? I just might have to come here more often if that's the case." You sigh.

"Please, don't. I just switched gyms." Baji's eyebrows quirk in confusion as you quickly turn your head, his eyes narrowing (but you can't see that because you're already crossing) as he attempts to catch up with you in a strange burst of boldness. You have a good pace about you, and he’s not trying to chase you half way down the block, so he shouts.

“Hey babes!” Your shoulders tense and you don’t turn around, quickly walking off. 

“The fuck is their problem? Hate people who don’t wanna listen..” Irony lost on him, he heads back towards Draken all mopey and whiney again and Draken’s nearly done with his set so they’re fixing to head home (without Baji having done anything, mind you), and Baji is quiet, quiet quiet; up until they’re getting their stuff from the locker room and he turns to Draken like,

“So,” Baji starts. Draken shakes his head, nipping his nonsense in the bud.

“No. I’m not having this conversation with you.”  Matter of fact, he doesn’t think he’s inviting Baji out ever again. 

“C’mon Drak, jus’ be my wingman for the one time!” 

“Don’t call me that. And no.”  Draken looks like he could crush Baji under foot, in spite of his sore muscles he doesn’t look any less threatening. “I’d do the same for you.” 

“But I’m not hopelessly incompetent. Unlike you. Please, never disrespect me like that again.”  Draken leaves the locker room in short order, and Baji follows because he feels like he ought to; stops pushing the subject, sighing to himself about how he never even got your number. Even if Draken doesn’t like it, even if he ends up having to pay for his own membership and start working out more regularly,

He will get you to sit on his face. That’s non negotiable.

[echo-stimmingrose]

“Leo!” Nyssa called, her voice echoing against the metal walls of cabin nine. Upon hearing no response from her little brother- he is probably listening to music at unholy decibels again- She opened the door fully, making her way back to Leo’s workbench. 

To her surprise, the cabin was quiet. Apart from the whirring of a few machines and the sounds from campers outside, the typically rambunctious cabin nine was entirely peaceful. Normally, on the rare occasions that this happened, she basked in the few moments of peace, however, currently it was just concerning. Leo hates the quiet. The kid gets all jittery when there's no noise to stimulate him and will make noise himself if necessary to keep his speedy little brain in check. 

She sped up, making her way through the maze that was their living space due to all the half-finished projects she and her siblings had lying about. She had tried many times to get them to keep their cabin even slightly organized but that was basically a lost cause at this point. (She was always a bit of a hypocrite when it came to keeping a tidy space anyway).

“Leo, Oh.”

The tightness in her chest loosened as she stopped at his work desk. Her little brother snored softly, his head resting atop his mountain of blueprints. She watched him for a moment, taking in his features. She noted the dark circles under his eyes and the way his cheeks sunk in ever so slightly. He hadn’t been quite the same since coming back, not that she could blame him after everything he went through, but she was still worried. Gently, she removed his skewed goggles from his face, before lifting the smaller boy into her arms -gods above this boy is tiny. With plans in her mind to feed him later -heavens sake, I’m turning into my Abeula- she brought him to his bunk which was, thankfully, already out. She tucked him under the covers and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Te quiero, Hermano.”

After turning off the lights (except for one near Leo's bed, as she knows he doesn’t like it completely dark), she left the cabin, heading back to the forges. 

“Didja find him?” Jake asked, looking up from whatever he was welding.

She nodded, “Yeah, he passed out at his workbench, you’re gonna have to do this project without him.”

She knew many of her other siblings were relying on Leo for this massive project they had wanted to do, (It was frankly ridiculous but they were excited about it so she didn’t say anything), but Leo’s health came first and she’d be sure to make that clear. Besides he had already done more than enough for all of them- The kid had sacrificed his life damn it, the least they could do was take care of him now.

“Oh- Well that's alright, we’ll manage. Gods know that kid needs more sleep.”