SPRING FEVER || DAY 1 || Rubs You Right
❀ dry humping || sakusa kiyoomi
❀ cw/tags: yearning, titty sucking, dry humping, cumming in pants, allusions to another round, snarky omi, friends to lovers(?), dom-ish reader, afab reader, alluded big dick kiyoomi, just lil edited
❀ wc: 1.2k
❀ knight's spring fever masterlist ❀ honee's spring fever masterlist
❀ MDNI ❀
Lounging on the couch with your head propped on a pillow, you watch the cheesy rom-com you chose for movie night. You look over at Kiyoomi, siting up with his legs stretched onto the coffee table, as he wears a disgusted expression while staring at the actors on screen.
"That's so unreasonable." The man scoffs and gestures to the T.V. "Why wouldn't they just say they like each other. It's not hard."
You blink at him. "Omi, I didn't realize you were so into this. You don't like this trope?"
"I'm fine with it— if the situation is believable."
"Touché."
He pauses the movie and stretches his arms above his head and throws his head back with a groan. A sliver of is happy trail peaks out from his t-shirt riding up. You eyes follow the thatch of hair down to where it disappears into the waistband of the gray sweatpants. You're breath catches at the sight of his skin and heat rises to your face. Panicking that he's going to catch you staring at his bulge outline, you jump up and stand— stock still.
Kiyoomi finishes his stretch and rubs the back of his neck. He gives you a strange look. "You good?"
"Yeah!" You choke out and internally cringe. "I'm just, um, getting more snacks. Move your legs, dork."
The man moves his legs and murmurs something akin to "sure, moron" and scrolls through his phone. His curls flop onto his forehead as he curves his spine like a shrimp.
In the kitchen, you gather both of your favorite candy and put the popcorn going in the microwave. You lean on the kitchen island counter, raking your eyes over your friend.
Kiyoomi has been a great friend— your best friend— from the moment you met in college. He was a mystery until you realized he was a mostly private man and cracked into his world with your shared love of volleyball. Since then, you've been to every game you can to cheer for him and his team. It's just your luck that you've been attracted to the outside hitter the whole time. His dry humor never fails to make you laugh and thinking of his body makes your cunt throb. Risking everything while it's not a sure thing is not worth it, in your opinion. So, you can play it cool and he can keep being a fantasy kept between you and your vibrator.
"Earth to space cadet." Kiyoomi calls out. "Popcorn's done."
Shit, you didn't hear the microwave go off.
You push off the counter. "Yeah. Knew that."
Fixing your face and the popcorn into a bowl, you go back to your spot on the couch. Or at least you would, if Kiyoomi wasn't blocking the path with his legs.
You bump his calf with your shin. "Move, you lanky fuck."
"Just for that— no." The man puts his phone on the side table and crosses his arms over his chest. "Apologize to me."
"What? Let me sit so we can keep watching the movie."
"Nope."
With a heavy eye roll, you start to step over both of his extended legs. At the same time, Kiyoomi decides to lift his legs to make room for you. You both seem to tangle your legs together and you lose your footing. Faced with the options of coffee table to the face or land on the man who caused all of this, you choose the man.
Popcorn goes flying. Kiyoomi valiantly wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap.
"Fuck! I'm so—"
"What the hell, Omi?"
You wiggle in his grasp until you have both thighs splayed on his with either side of his hips with him taking the your weight. In his lap, your breasts are at his eye level; his browns eyes locked onto them, as if transfixed. The man's fingers dig into the meat of your thighs. With the heat of your skin warming through his sweatpants, he makes a choking noise that gets stuck in his throat.
Kiyoomi's face blooms a pretty shade of red as he looks from your tits to your eyes. "Don't move. Let me just—," He tries to move you over, but you're in your own world. The movement as you rock your hips to get a knee into the couch is only working him up. "Wait!"
You pause, hovering not even an inch from over his crotch, and look at his blushing face. Then you feel it, his prominent bulge rubs against the seat of your shorts. The outline from his sweatpants didn't lie about how big he is. Kiyoomi has a cock worth salivating for and you haven't even seen it. Thick and weighty between your thighs, his cock throbs as you stare into his eyes.
The man stutters, "I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean to— ah— trip you." His cock presses against your clothes core as he's wracked with a full body shudder. Eyes wide and lips parted, Kiyoomi searches your face for any clue as to what to do now.
Taking one of your hands, you thread it into his curls, plant the other on the back of the couch, and lower yourself onto his cock. He keeps your intense gaze and thrusts up to meet you half way. Your pussy pulses with new simulation and you soak your cotton panties. His breathing picks up to an audible pant.
"Touch me, Kiyoomi." You all but command.
It takes him no time at all to take control. The athlete uses his grip on your bare thighs to keep you seated on his clothed cock. Kiyoomi sets a feral pace perfectly grinding up into your covered cunt. Within the same moment, he dives into your tits and latches on to your left nipple— sucking through your t-shirt. With the sudden wash of molten heat through your blood, your head lulls to the side. Mind fuzzy around the edges, you're unsure if the slick feeling is all your fault or his pre-cum seeping through the layers of fabric.
Kiyoomi tears is right hand off your your thigh and palms your poor neglected breast. He pinches and gropes, feeling both breasts bounce as you sputter obscenities into the air. The rough pace of your grinding has your head spinning, as you gasp against him.
The room fills with curses, erotic gasps, and grows hotter as you and your best friend chase your releases.
The man hisses against your breasts, teething at you through your shirt. "Fuck. Should have done this— ugh— dont this years ago." His cockhead hits your clit in combinations to the seam of your shorts rubbing on your folds. "Cum on this cock, love. Now."
With a fervor unknown before now, you press your pussy harder against his bulge. Your soft mewls ratchet up until you crest over your peak all over your panties. Your cum seeps through the fabric and makes a mess of his sweatpants. Kiyoomi isn't far behind. He heaves, and, rubs and grinds, until he shudders and cums in his pants.
After you both catch your breath, he sets his chin in the valley of your breasts— looking up with big, doe eyes. "I can go again in a few."
"We are so doing this again." You huff.
Needless to say, neither of you finished that movie.
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: minor thunderbolts spoilers? tower fic, exsituationship/relationship!bucky?? reader is an old friend of Natasha and Yelena. mutual pining. bit of a toxic relationship (if you'll even call it that). smut, fingering, p in v. dacryphillia. a splash of angst. oneshot? not proofread. MDNI. NSFW!
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: After your final mission for Valentina ended in you helping the so called 'new avengers' defeat the Void, you've been spending your days in the Avengers tower with the rest of the crew.
𝐚/𝐧: this has been in the drafts since may and I needed to get it out desperately. now ik why I js stick to drabbles lmfao. I also used google translate for the Russian so please correct me if I am wrong!!
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.8k
"What is it?"
Yelena's voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you redirected your focus from the window that displayed an illuminating view of the city lights, back to the couch where Yelena and Bob were talking about having a group movie night.
"What?" Him. It's always him.
You noticed the slight raise in her brows before she spoke, "You've been staring at that window for the past ten minutes. Am I boring you or something?" Bob gulped and silently watched the conversation between you and Yelena unfold.
"I was?" God you've only been living in the tower for not even a month and you feel like you're already losing your fucking mind. I mean how could you not? Especially when you were constantly running into him in the kitchen, exchanging awkward glances, and blatantly avoiding each other after each awkward exchange.
Yelena let out an exasperated sigh before starting again, "You know you two should just talk to each other and stop making it awkward for the rest of us. Seriously, it's painful to see how desperate you two are for each other."
You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of you, " 'Lena I have no idea what you're talking about."
She glanced at Bob—who was already looking her way— and let out a hearty laugh. You sat with a blank expression, until Bob joined in and began to stifle a laugh as well. It was uncanny how similar she was to Alexi, you always thought about how absurd it was that they aren't actually related.
Yelena wiped fake tears from her eyes as her laughter died down, "Oh milaya (sweetheart) you are so funny. You know that everyone else sees it too, right? I mean you're both moping around the tower," the sarcasm somehow making her accent more prominent.
Your eyes widened and you tried your best to remain as composed as possible , "I am not moping."
"Oh you so are," She nudged bob who was sitting next to her with a no-so-secret smile on his face, "Bob isn't she moping?"
You cocked a brow at Bob while waiting for his reply. The sudden shift in attention to him suddenly made him nervous, you could see the shoulders stiffen and the hesitant look in his eyes before he began to answer. Bob looked at Yelena before beginning to slightly nod his head, "I think you might slightly be uhm, moping... just a little."
You stood up from the couch across Yelena and Bob and walked to the bar, "Wow. You guys are delusional."
Yelena watched as you began to pour water into a glass and take a sip, "So you're telling me that you think you've been acting completely normal while living with your ex-boyfriend for the past three weeks?"
-
"So what are we?" You gazed up into his deep blue eyes, never failing to notice the way they softened whenever they stared back into yours.
Bucky looked down at you, his right hand caressing your cheek as his lips hovered over yours, "What ever you want us to be. I'll be whatever you want me to be, as long as it means I get to be with you, love."
liar.
-
You choked on the water and wiped your mouth as the memory played back in your head, "He was never my boyfriend."
"Okay ex—whatever he was—he still has that look in his eyes whenever you pass by. Not to mention he is so unbelievably grumpy when you aren't around."
That made you look up from you glass, "Look? What look?"
Yelena groaned and threw her head back on the couch causing blonde strands to fall against her face, "When my sister said the relationship between you two was confusing, she wasn't lying."
You sighed and chugged the glass of water.
Yelena played with the over grown strands of blonde that covered her face and looked over to Bob, whose hair had also grown out quite a bit in the past few weeks. "You know I think it's time for me to get a trim, what about you Bob?"
"Uh, yeah I guess my hair has gotten pretty long." He said quietly while moving the brown strands out of his eyes.
You set your glass down and let out a breathy laugh, already knowing what Yelena was getting at. "If that's your way of asking me to give you two a haircut then the answer is yes."
Yelena smirked and nudged Bob before standing up to follow you into the bathroom.
"W-wait right now? It's almost one in the morning." Bob whispered.
You snorted and nodded as you all headed to the common room bathroom.
It was almost two in the morning and the three of you couldn't stop laughing as you played with Bob's hair and giving him wild hair cut ideas. You had already finished trimming Yelena's hair and you were almost finished with Bob's hair as you all giggled and joked around, until a harsh knock on the bathroom door brought the three of you to silence.
Bob looked up to you and Yelena from the chair you guys had placed in the bathroom, Yelena shrugged and walked over to the door as your ran your hands through Bob's hair and adjusting his new hair style.
The door creaked open revealing a grumpy looking Bucky in a black tank top and black sweatpants. His metal arm and biceps on full display. "What the hell are you guys doing at this hour—" Bucky cut himself off after looking past Yelena and locking eyes with you.
And your hands.
In Bob's hair.
A moment of silence went by. Bob gulped and Yelena turned to look at you then back to Bucky before she spoke, "Uhh can we help you?"
Bucky blinked and brought his attention back down to Yelena while he cleared his throat, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he did, "Just— uh, keep it down, it's late."
Yelena turned and looked at you with a smirk.
Oh no.
Oh god no.
You stared at Yelena, pleading for her to not do whatever the fuck she had planned.
"Actually— we were just finishing up in here, me and Bob had a haircut that was long overdue. You should get one too, I mean we do have the best hairstylist in here so."
Fuck you Yelena.
Bucky's expression shifted the slightest bit, most wouldn't be able to catch the way his eyes slightly widened, but you did. "That's... that's okay I just—"
"No really, me and Bob were just leaving." Yelena cut the tall and brooding man off and turned to face You and Bob shooting you a wink, "C'mon Bob!"
Bob shot you a remorseful look as he followed Yelena, "Thank you for the haircut!" He shouted his thank you followed by your name before him and Yelena disappeared in the darkness of the hallway.
Leaving you and Bucky.
Alone.
He stood in the doorway awkwardly and stared at the empty chair beside you before stepping into the bathroom.
"Still awake enough to give me a trim?" He shot you a small smile, the same charming smile that he always gave you when you used to cut his hair in this same bathroom years ago.
You stood there in a daze like an idiot before nodding your head and returning his smile.
Bucky walked the rest of the way over to you and sat in the chair, you felt his eyes staring holes into your back as you rinsed the comb and shears in the sink. You cleared your throat before breaking the unbearably awkward silence,
"Sorry if we woke you."
"Don't worry about it, couldn't sleep anyway."
You turned around to face him, a small pout on your lips that didn't go unnoticed by him. Nothing you did ever went unnoticed by him.
"Still having those nightmares?"
Bucky nodded slowly, watching your eyebrows furrow and a small frown form on your lips as he did.
"You still worrying about me doll?"
That earned him an eye roll from you, "In your dreams metal man."
He huffed out a laugh and carefully watched your reflection in the mirror while you sectioned off his thick hair.
It was quiet again, you focused on nothing but his overgrown mop head. Bucky noticed the way you refused to look in the mirror, not wanting to risk the chance of accidentally meeting his gaze.
"You and bob a thing?"
Of course that was the first thing he would ask. Nosy fuck.
"Does that bother you?"
"So you are?"
"No."
You sighed as his shoulders began to visibly relax after your response, you remained unfazed by his bombardment of questions into your personal life.
"All done."
Bucky watched you in the mirror as you hurriedly cleaned the hair off the floor. Your movements were urgent, like you couldn't breathe with his presence in the room.
"Wait."
Bucky didn't dare to touch you, yet he still reached out towards you before your hand twisted the doorknob, he couldn't waste an opportunity like this.
You faced him, an annoyed look on your face. He knew it was fake. All of it was. The shared glances that you pretended didn't faze you, the unbothered act you put on when you two were partnered up for a mission, or how you acted like his mere presence didn't make the hairs on the back of your neck stand.
He was closer now. Like he was scared of the space between you becoming too great, which frankly, was the least of his problems.
Your eyes met his, awaiting his response. What could he possibly have left to say?
"I— I'm sorry."
You laughed. Like a genuine laugh. The same laugh you always let out when you watched those ridiculous rom-coms. The kind of laugh Bucky would kill to hear again.
Not like this though. This wasn't the same.
"Is that all you have to say Congressman Barnes?" You turned around again to leave, but you were stopped by hand grabbing your wrist gently, like if he gripped you to hard, everything would shatter again.
"I—fuck—please just hear me out." You were against the door now, your eyes staring up into his.
"I know you a shitty apology is the last thing you want to hear, but I mean it. I know it won't fix shit but... it's worth a shot. I'm sorry for everything. For leaving. For wasting your time. For making you think I was ready for a relationship, but I am now. I swear. I get it if you want nothing to do with me, but please, just hear me out."
"Bucky—"
"I can't sleep at night without you next to me. I went to therapy for the nightmares, did all the stupid shit the lady told me. I got better, the nightmares went away for the most part, but now every time I close my eyes I see you."
His voice began to crack, you could see the hurt in his eyes.
"I see the tears in your eyes, the smile on your face, the way you kissed me like I could never do wrong. You knew I wouldn't come back, you knew how much of a coward I was, didn't you?"
Your eyes were glossed over now, before the tears spilled over you put cupped Bucky's face into your hand, your lips smashing onto his.
His hands found their way onto your hips, pushing you up against the door. Your hands slid up his tank top, your fingers running up and down his abdomen. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you up to straddle his waist before setting you onto the kitchen sink, not daring to break the kiss.
You pulled at his tank top, signaling for him to take it off. Bucky groaned between kisses before he pulled away out of breath,
"Are you sure you—"
"Hurry up and fuck me James."
Bucky smiled at that and wasted no time taking off his shirt, his hands slid down to your little pj shorts you had on before he slid them off, leaving you in your underwear. He slid his right hand over your clothed clit that was soaking through the fabric.
His lips were latched back onto yours as he moved your panties aside, and gently rubbed your clit, eliciting a whimper from your lips as you kissed him hungrily. His fingers were covered in your slick as he broke from the kiss and moved down to where you sat on the sink.
He slid your panties off completely, discarding them to the side, you put your legs over his shoulders and ran a hand through his hair as his head dove in between your thighs. Two of his fingers pumped into your cunt as he sucked on the nub of your clit, the vibrations of his groans making you whimper and bit your lip.
"Fuck I missed you so much pretty girl. Still as sweet as ever." Bucky breathed out against your pussy, sending shivers down your spine.
His tongue worked eagerly at your clit, he licked up your juices as if he'd been starving for days.
"F—fuck, James 'm gonna—" You moaned out as your thighs tightened around his head. His hands gripped onto them, keeping them there.
He could actually die like this. Wouldn't even be mad.
"Go ahead baby, come all over my face."
Bucky ate you out through your climax, groaning each time you tugged onto his hair.
"Holy shit." He beamed up at you, his stubbled covered in your juices,
"You taste just as good as I remember."
You rolled your eyes playfully, as he stood up and kissed you again, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. You pulled at his pants and he took them off with no hesitation, while his lips remained on yours. You palmed his length through his boxers, pre-cum seeping through the fabric.
Sliding his boxers off, Bucky pumped his length before pulling toward the edge of the sink. He teased the head of his cock down your slick folds, before slowly inserting himself into your cunt.
He let out a groan, followed by a mumbled string of words about how much he missed you.
"Oh my god, yer' s'fuckin tight."
You let out a soft cry, before wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you in close.
"J-james—ah— go s-slow please."
He wiped away the tears on your cheeks before kissing your forehead, "I will. Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay baby?"
You nodded and locked your legs around his hips while peppering his jaw with kisses. Bucky slowly thrusted up into you, his head thrown back in pleasure,
"Atta fuckin' girl. You take me s'fuckin well. Ain't that right pretty girl?"
You bit down on your swollen bottom lip, and nodded.
Bucky thrusted up into you, increasing his speed with each thrust, causing cries of pleasure to escape your lips while you to scratched at his back.
Bucky grabbed at your tits, squeezing them in his right hand before taking one into his mouth, rolling his tongue over your nipple.
The pace in his thrusts increased, never stopping nor slowing, his stamina was a high as ever. You let out a moan at the cold feeling of his metal fingers flicking your clit.
"J-james m'so close."
Bucky trailed kisses from your tits all the way to your neck, leaving marks and love bites along the way.
"I know baby, I know. Can feel ya'squeezin me—fuck!"
Buckys thrust were faster and rougher now as he sucked onto your neck,
"Cum on my cock pretty girl. Please. I need it. Need t'feel you." Bucky groaned out between thrusts.
Your nails scratched at his back as you both came to your climax. Out of breath, Bucky stared down at you with a boyish grin, leaning down he gave you a peck on the lips and carried you to the shower.
-
After a long hot shower that contained of sweet nothings from Bucky, as the two of you cleaned each others bodies, you walked out and wrapped yourself in a towel. Bucky following you.
You cleaned the steamy mirror and examined the marks that were scattered along your breast and neck, Bucky walked up behind you, towel criminally low on his waist.
"Missed seeing you like this." He wrapped his arms around your toweled body. "I missed you."
You turned around and smirked back at him,
"Good."
Bucky lifted a brow at you before snorting out a laugh, "What's that supposed to mean hm?"
You leaned up and gave him one last peck on the lips,
"It means you'll finally get to know how I felt."
Bucky shot you a confused look, before watching you slip out of his hold, and walking out of the steamy bathroom that now felt frigid.
Leaving him this time.
this is so out of my element LMAO. please lmk if you enjoyed y'all!
yes this is based on the song ik its cliche leave me alone.
[Summary]: You get to catch a ride in the Shellraiser.
[A/N]: Inspired by @rhysspiecez Shellraiser hcs.
[CW]: Gender neutral reader. Brief mention of possible car accident injuries. No Y/N. No real plot, just hanging out. General TMNT universe but the Shellraiser description is the one from the Bayverse movies.
"Ta-daa!! The Shellraiserrrrr!" Mikey spread his arms wide, fingers wiggling to razzle-dazzle the vehicle behind him as he gave you the big reveal.
"Wow! That's a hell of a monster truck!" you exclaimed. Behind you, you heard Donnie somewhere muttering that technically it was a garbage truck. You chose to ignore that, this thing was massive and deserved an apt title. "You gonna give me a tour?"
"'Course, babe! Come on in!" Mikey held out his hand to help you up through the back. In the corner of your eye, you saw Donnie get up from his seat to follow suit; there was no way he was going to leave Mikey in the Shellraiser without knowledgeable supervision. He'd push every button he could lay his hands on. The truck dipped once, twice, as both turtles followed in after you.
The Shellraiser caught you by surprise. You were sure it would be a clone of Donnie's lab, but things were surprisingly pared down, save for the actual Crush soda vending machine, and the surfboards.... and the full sized couch.
"So this is my seat, these things are for my robo-chucks!" He gestured towards a pair of D-handles attached to hydrolic attachments on each side of the chair and flourished his arms in a maneuver with invisible nunchucks. "Raph put a speed bag in here. He needs an outlet sometimes, y'know? Poor kid." ("Shuddup, numbnuts!" Raph yelled from somewhere else in the Lair.) Mikey moved on, yapping about buttons and lights, making up the uses as he went. He even stated the one screen in the back was specifically for speed ordering pizza with a pre-programmed algorithm to know exactly what toppings to have based on the day of the week and time, to their exact location. His brother debunked this with a simple shake of his head.
Donatello walked up behind you as you looked down at Mikey's self proclaimed seat. "Why does this have so many straps?" you asked, making eye contact with the genius. He simply gave you a look and you understood immediately. It was to keep Mikey seated, but you knew nothing could keep that man still.
Without missing a beat, Mikey grabbed you by the hand and pulled you up front. "This is base command. It's where most of the buttons are, anyway. Donnie won't let me push any of them--" "Don't even think about it, Mikey!!"
You made your way around the turtle and plopped yourself down into the huge drivers seat. If you sat all the way back, your legs would be dangling and the circumference of the steering wheel was massive. "Can I drive around the block?" You knew the answer but you wanted to ask for shits and gigs.
"Sorry angel cakes, you gotta be this tall to ride that roller coaster," Mikey softly chopped about a foot above your head on the back of the chair. "But maybe we can take you out for a spin. With someone who can actually reach the pedals." You both turned to look for Donnie, who was busy adjusting some wires behind an open panel.
He felt your two pairs of eyes on him, and he adjusted his glasses on his snout. "Well... I guess if Leo says its okay."
--
As it turned out, most everything in the Shellraiser was bolted down, even the couch that you were currently bouncing around on, because there were no seat belts anywhere in this vehicle. If your hands weren't so busy protecting your hearing, you might have been able to hold yourself in one spot. You should've known, a monster truck like this was bound to roar, and so loudly in fact, that everyone had to yell over the noise just to talk to each other.
Leo had agreed to let you ride along for what he called a routine check. It wasn't quite a patrol, but it also wasn't a joy ride either. You didn't argue, you were just excited to be included. It started out relatively nice, just felt like you were out with friends, going from one shenanigan to another.
Donnie was in the driver seat, maneuvering this behemoth around like it was a sedan. You could see the weight of it in the way his muscles tensed every time he turned or merged. Leo sat in the front with him, and they were blasting "No Diggity" and rapping together badly, just vibing. Meanwhile, Mikey was sat beside you on the couch, evidently not bothered at all by the way the truck bounced because he remained firmly in his seat, talking and gesturing wildly about who knew what. You couldn't exactly hear him over the combined rattle of the vehicle and the bass of the music, all muffled by your hands over your ears. The only one who was actually quiet was Raph, who stood just behind Mikey's proclaimed seat, one hand gripping the headrest while the other was perched on his hip.
You noticed that occasionally, he'd glance your way before looking elsewhere and suspected he might be keeping an eye on you to make sure you were safe. Every now and then you'd jerk forward over the arm of the couch or bounce against Mikey's plastron, any attempt to stay seated thrown out the window. In any other circumstance, you'd have gotten some form of whiplash or bruising, but Raph was always there to quickly re-seat you firmly against the cushion. And when he caught you grinning up at him gratefully, he would quickly take his big hand off of you and look away.
You leaned to catch his eye, and when he finally looked back at you, he was scowling. Typical Raph. You made a face at him, but he was unmoved. So you made another, and another, until eventually Mikey noticed and began joining in. Raph's hard expression was beginning to crack, the corner of his mouth twitching, when it happened.
You felt weightless for a moment. You were going somewhere, but the couch, the truck underneath you was stopping. The music, the noise, everyone's voices faded out as you realized what was happening. Donnie had to slam on the brakes to keep from plowing through the cars ahead, the ones that had foolishly cut him off. You weren't stopping though, you kept going. You flew. Flying. You were going to fly. Until you weren't.
It happened in a split second. The Shellraiser, and all of its bolted down furniture and big, stabilized occupants, was slowing down but your unbolted, unstabilized momentum flung you out of your seat. If it weren't for Raph and Mikey's lightning fast reflexes, two big, green, three fingered hands snatching you mid-air, you would've been introduced to the grinding asphalt real quick.
Next thing you knew, you were sandwiched between two plastrons as Mikey and Raph held you between them. It took you a hot second to catch up, felt like your brain was still in the moment before, where you were still sitting on the couch. Noises were muffled still, not by your hands but they were becoming sharper by the millisecond as you minutely registered Raph yelling about something to the front, and Leo turning back, looking concerned. You looked up at your two rescuers at the same time they looked down at you.
"--ou good, angel?" Mikey asked, his expressive blues pouring over you, worried.
Your ears were still ringing as you were mentally catching up. You were okay, safe. Thanks to these guys. They always kept you safe. Feeling rushed back to you as you threw your head back in raucous laughter. The sound of your joy cut across all the noise, causing all four turtles to look on with concern. You felt jittery, your hands were trembling as they balled up against Raphael's plastron. Maybe it was the adrenaline finally hitting you, or you were just overjoyed by the fact you might be the luckiest person in the world to have met these guys. Either way, you were feeling good. All four of them were looking at you, confused.
The rest of the ride went by, uneventful. Mikey got hold of the playlist next, and was singing loudly and badly to his music. Eventually, you gained your bravery back and unsandwiched yourself to lean into the front of the cabin with Leo and Donnie. Both Raph and Mikey were holding onto the back of your clothes, one bunching your shirt, the other grabbing your jeans. Leonardo let you be close to the dash but he also was holding onto you below the elbow. You joked briefly that if there was another sudden stop, you'd probably end up naked with one arm, and all four brothers weren't sure whether to be concerned or embarrassed by the thought, but they didn't let go, and Donnie made a notable decrease in speed.
At the end of the ride, your surroundings had stopped again while you were still moving. You stumbled out of the back of the Shellraiser, your knees and bones still feeling the rough vibration of the behemoth. Leo smoothly caught you in his arms and as he set you back down, you looked up at him and asked,
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Mira & Rumi & Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters), Mira/Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters)
Characters: Mira (KPop Demon Hunters), Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters), Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters)
Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Crochet, Communication, they ARE gonna talk shit thru, no beta we die like jinu
Series: Part 6 of Like Real People Do
Summary:
Like a self fulfilled prophecy, the other shoe had indeed dropped.
This week, students, we return to the concept of Post Human Polities - PHP - as opposed to Post Human Species - PHS - as established in our previous lecture on the Progress Cult. As loathe as I am to bring up the maniacs behind the Progress Cult, if you can all forgive my editorializing, today's lecture deals with one of their successor PHPs, the Unreal State. The Unreal State most likely has deep ties to the social thought behind the Progress Cult which was Anarchoacademic Liberism.
For reasons you will come to understand, I hope, most of today's statements regarding the Unreal State must be coached in uncertainties. First however, let us discuss and attempt if not to define than circle a definition for Anarchoacademic Liberism. Anarchoacademic Liberism is an attempt at a revival of old Earthen ideologies of futurism and anarchism as understood by the Provost Major of the Progress Cult. To his understanding, anarchism was simply abolishing any and all social taboos and understandings as well as abolition of most state functions and futurism was putting ultimate faith in any and all new emergent technologies regardless of ethics behind them. As a student of Earthen and Human philosophies and ideologies, I must question where the Provost Major gained his understanding. The Provost Major thusly structured what remained of the Progress Cults state apparatus after various academic institutions supposing they would be best at encouraging the acquisition of information.
After the Applied Military Theories and the dissolution of the Progress Cult's holdings following the Provost Major's death, one of the break away polities was the Unreal State. The Unreal State was like many other successors to the Progress Cult, charismatic leaders putting their own spin on Anarchoacademic Liberism. However, the Unreal State took it one step forward, and began an assault against the very fundamental laws of reality.
This is now where things will have to enter supposition. Everything after this is conjecture. There are three possibilities to what the current Unreal State is.
The first is this, there is a pocket of space in what was once a Progress Cult controlled system once was. The Unreal State as much as it exists exists there, in space that no longer follows the same rules, if any, as the rest of reality if the space follows any rules at all. The Unreal State has managed to create a rupture in reality that in a system whose name can no longer be recorded on any form of media, believe me experts in the field of memetic hazardous storage have tried. Now that we have established that Unreal State now lies entirely within this rupture and potentially other ruptures comes the questions of those people who claim to be from the Unreal State. Those individuals we met claiming to be Citizens of the Land That Isn't and are displaying high levels of universal dissociation are from this Unreality and seek to spread its dissolution of reality with a fever that rivals adherents of the Green Orthodox Bible. Attempts to enter these gaping holes in reality, which now include what once was Mercury of the Sol System, more or less than resounding failures with to this dates no contact being able to be established or return trips emerging.
The second is this there is a pocket of space in what was once a Progress Cult controlled system once was. The second possible explanation is that these ruptures in space time are actually more akin wormholes, portals to a place we do not yet understand where only those who have spent long periods exposed to the Unreal State can survive, or those become citizens there. We have heard reports from surviving Citizens that have return that the state is engaged now and not just the war against the very fabric of reality but against those that maintain it and those beyond the veil. They claim knowledge of Cthulhiods, named after the Old Earthen Occultist’s Erotic Creation’s writing, and other creatures of the firmament such as Angels of Vangel. These citizens that they alone of humanity take the war for liberation to new fronts, they fulfill the work in words promised by humanity for years before. Whoever is part of this work they have emerged to changed, part of the universal disassociation is that in parlance some of you might laugh at they seem to clip through objects that were steady as possible they no longer react in the right ways on a physiochemical level to external interactions. Most worrisome part of this is that this does not seem to be isolated and is capable of spreading it is how Mercury once a famed center of medical research was dissolved and in the place where it once rotated now is a gaping Mall visible through the solar system at all times. It has made Earth's first colony Venus, turn itself into a fortificated world and reinforce the paranoia in isolation of the Martian gardeners. That of the four cradle worlds of mankind, on has been lost already, is a portent of doom.
The third is this there is a pocket of space in what was once a Progress Cult controlled system once was. This one is the most comforting one to me, all individuals claiming to be from the Unreal State are charlatans and delusional. The Unreal State does not in any form exist and it is merely a galactic Boogeyman. That all previous suppositions can be simply explained away through a clever trick of the hand and a heavy heavy dose of ignorance. This however is the least likely.
The one confirmed fragment I have found consistent is this.
"In the Unreal State, the whole of the law is this: There shall be no Law, neither against murder nor that yoke of gravity, and to oppose all other laws shall be your duty."
Even speaking of the Unreal State is fraught with the fact almost nothing is confirmed there are many suppositions many ideas of things that could be known but in the end what is confirmed is a little more than dust in the wind. I hope against hope to whatever deities that there truly are if they are benevolent in this world, that the Unreal State is simply a fiction of already unstable cultists. For the consider anymore of what it's potential truths imply makes me jealous of those with cybernetic implants who may cleanse their mind.
Now students, if any of you here are truly real or here, the lecture is over. Class dismissed. I hope to see you in some form again soon. I need a drink of coffee. Is this still recording?
