It was supposed to be a normal dumpster dive. Now you’re home with a magic keyboard that can rewrite reality, a curious Suguru who wants to understand it, and a very irresponsible Satoru who keeps saying “just one more test.” At first, it’s harmless but the more it responds, the more it listens… and the harder it becomes to ignore the kind of thoughts that probably shouldn’t be tested.
tags: 18+, mdni, 3some, oral (m! & f!), train (lol choo choo), handjob, slight tears, spit, praise, anal, double penetration, unprotected p in v, slight satosugu, face riding, gagging, creampie.
wc: 5.5k
a/n: the song... cough cough hint hint. Also, do yall know smosh?
Wednesdays were, objectively, your most questionable hobby.
Not in an illegal way. Well… kind of but in a “you are literally digging through a store’s trash like a raccoon with standards” type of way.
And honestly? You stood by it.
Because the beauty store threw away perfectly good products every single week, and you were not about to let a $23 foundation die in a dumpster just because the box was dented.
So here you were.
One foot hooked over the edge, the other awkwardly balancing as you leaned deeper into the dumpster, aggressively shifting bags around like you were on a mission.
“C’mon… don’t piss me off,” you muttered, pushing aside a ripped open box.
“I know y’all got my shade in here somewhere.”Your hand brushed against something small. You pulled it out, squinting at the small print label.
“Ooo Nyx lip liner? Don’t mind if I do.”
Straight into your roommate's old backpack. The bag felt heavy as you stuffed it more. You nodded to yourself like this was a successful haul so far.
It wasn’t because where the hell was the foundation.
You dug deeper, fully committed now, moving things around with less patience and more attitude.
“Where the fuck is it.”
Your hand froze.
“…huh?”
That… was not makeup. You shifted a piece of cardboard out of the way and stared.
“A keyboard?”
You blinked at it like maybe if you stared at it hard enough, it would make sense as to why it was there. A broken palette or a hair tool or literally anything else would’ve made sense.
This did not.
“…why would anyone throw away a perfectly good keyboard?” you said, already reaching for it because, obviously, you’re going to take it.
Finders keepers. That’s global dumpster dive rules.
You pulled it out, brushing off dust and random debris, turning it over in your hands. It was… fine. It’s not cracked or has any missing keys. Just a few minor scratches like it had been tossed in here without much thought.
Weird, but not your problem.
You pressed a key.
Click.
Click.
“…okay,” you murmured, now fully testing it like you just found a free laptop on the street. The keys felt too smooth. You kept going anyway, tapping a few more.
Click click.
Your fingers moved without thinking.
Ctrl. A. Delete.
And then… the smell disappeared.
One second you were inhaling hot garbage air and the next your lungs were finally breathing in clean oxygen. You blinked.
“…wait.”
The heat from the pile of trash vanished like someone turned the world’s worst oven off. Suddenly your skin didn’t feel like it was being radioactively damaged.
“Hold on…”
You look down.
Oh shit.
“WAIT!”
You dropped to the ground. Concrete hit your back so fast it knocked the air out of you. An oomph leaves your body as the keyboard clattered somewhere beside you. You just laid there groaning, blinking up at the sky like your brain needed a full system reboot.
“…damn.”
You sat up and looked around you. The alley was still there. The store was still there. But the dumpster was gone? Like completely gone as if it had never existed. You slowly turned your head toward the keyboard, your stomach doing that awful little drop again.
“…what the fuck did I just do.”
You slide the keyboard into our bag and zip it closed, lingering there for a second trying to process what just happened.
I'm not high?
Your brain is still stuck replaying it over and over again. The image of the dumpster disappearing was way too clear to ignore.
Did I just find a magical keyboard?
You shake your head, letting out a small breath as you walk toward your car, still trying to process what just happened and how a random keyboard was somehow able to do… that. It doesn’t make sense.
Yet the more you replay it in your head, the clearer it becomes that you didn’t imagine it, that it actually happened. That alone is enough to send a quiet thrill through you. Because who just randomly finds a keyboard that can delete things out of existence?
Exactly.
You slide into the driver’s seat, your hands settling on the wheel as that excitement lingers. Before you can even think to question it further, you’re already starting the car and pulling out of the alley way.
Oh, the boys are going to flip their shit when they see this.
The drive home passes quicker than usual. You finally pull into your usual spot, right between Suguru and Satoru’s cars, parking a little messier than normal because you’re already reaching for your bag before the engine fully cuts off.
You hop out, shut the door, and head straight for the apartment, unlocking it quickly.
“GUYS GUYS.”
Your voice carries through the space as you step inside, already smiling, and a little breathless from the rush of it all.
You make your way into the living room where Satoru is sprawled across the couch, completely relaxed with one leg thrown over the armrest as he eats his daily kikufuku. He watches TV like nothing in the world matters, while Suguru sits on the lounge chair nearby, scrolling on his phone with a calm, unbothered expression.
“GUYS, guess what I found!”
You step directly in front of the TV without hesitation, blocking it completely as you stand there, your bag still hanging from your shoulder.
Satoru groans immediately, dragging a hand down his face in annoyance. “Oh my... moooove.”
“Another makeup product you don’t need,” Suguru says flatly, not even bothering to look up yet.
“Or clothes you think are ‘fine if you wash them,’” Satoru adds, glancing at you now with a smirk. Suguru lets out a quiet chuckle at that.
You roll your eyes, already glancing down at the table as you reach for the remote without asking.
Click.
The TV shuts off.
“Y/N!” Satoru snaps, sitting up immediately. His irritation is clear as he looks at the now black screen.
“…seriously,” Suguru mutters, finally lifting his gaze toward you.
You step back into place like nothing happened. A grin spreads across your face, your excitement obvious now that you actually have their attention.
“Now that I have your attention…”
“You better have found Cleopatra or something because what the hell,” Satoru says, clearly unimpressed as he is still slumped on the couch.
Your grin only widens, turning a little mischievous as you slowly reach into your bag and pull out the keyboard, holding it up like it’s the most impressive thing in the world.
“Taa daa.”
There’s a pause.
Suguru stares at it for a second before he bursts out laughing. The sound genuine as he leans back into his chair, shaking his head like this was the most stupidest thing ever.
“Are you serious?” he asks, still laughing under his breath.
“Y/N... just move out the way,” Satoru mutters, already reaching for the remote again.
“No you're not even going to let me show you what it can do,” you say, stepping forward and placing the keyboard down on the table. Your tone shifts just enough to show you’re actually serious now.
Suguru looks at you again. His expression shifts from amusement to curiosity as he studies your face, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re joking or not, or if you’ve actually just lost it.
Satoru, meanwhile, barely spares you another glance. He's already halfway through eating the last of his kikufuku as he reaches for the remote again, clearly ready to ignore whatever thi—
Until you press the keys. Your fingers move a little more deliberately this time, repeating exactly what you did before.
Ctrl. A. Delete.
The kikufuku disappears. No crumbs, no wrapper, nothing left behind, like it was never there in the first place.
"Hey!" Satoru whines. His voice sharp with disbelief as he stares down at his now empty hand. You freeze as your eyes widen. You look between his hand and the keyboard, your breath catching slightly.
“Oh my god…”
Suguru leans forward slowly. His attention completely locked in now and the earlier laughter gone as his gaze sharpens, watching the exact spot where the kikufuku used to be.
Satoru looks up at you again, his expression shifting from confusion and melting into shock, then into something much more interesting.
Suguru’s gaze lingers on the keyboard for a moment longer before he finally looks up at you. His expression is noticeably more serious than before.
“Where did you find that?” he asks.
You let out a breath, still riding that weird mix of adrenaline and excitement as you launch into the story. Explaining everything that happened from the dumpster, and the random keys you pressed, to the way it just… disappeared.
You gesture a lot while you talk, like maybe acting it out will somehow make it sound less insane, but judging by the way they’re both staring at you, it’s not doing you any favors.
By the time you finish, the room is quiet.
They are taking a while processing what you just said.
Suguru is staring at the keyboard again with his brows slightly drawn, while Satoru is looking at you like he’s halfway between impressed and deeply concerned.
“…what else does it do?!” Satoru suddenly blurts out. The excitement hits him all at once as he pushes himself up from the couch. Before you can even respond, he’s already gone, disappearing down the hall at full speed.
You blink.
“…oh, he’s about to make this worse,” Suguru mutters under his breath.
Satoru is back in seconds, holding up a slightly crumpled five dollar bill like it’s the key to a life changing experiment.
“Okay, okay, watch this,” he says, slapping it onto the table with way too much confidence for a guy who has no idea what he’s doing.
“Wait...maybe don’t—” you speak up already sensing where this is going.
“Gimme,” he cuts in, reaching over and snatching the keyboard straight out of your hands before you can even finish the sentence.
He pulls it closer, leaning over the table like a kid who just discovered something illegal but exciting. Suguru leans in, clearly just as invested now even if he’s pretending not to be.
Satoru smooths the five dollar bill out on the table like presentation matters, then glances down at the keyboard.
“…copy aaaaand paste…” he murmurs, sounding way too proud of himself for figuring that out. He presses the keys.
In the blink of an eye, another five dollar bill appears right next to the first, perfectly identical, like it just spawned there out of thin air.
All three of you freeze.
“…woah,” Satoru says, his voice dropping in genuine awe as his eyes light up instantly. He grabs both bills, flipping them over, and holding them up to the light. Comparing them like he’s about to discover some hidden flaw but there isn’t one.
“…no way,” he mutters, grinning like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Before either of you can stop him, he presses the keys again.
Ctrl. C.
Ctrl. V.
Another bill. Then again and again.
The table starts filling up fast, bills stacking unevenly as they keep appearing one after another. Satoru is fully locked in now, laughing menacingly as he just unlocked a cheat code for life.
“HAHA okay, wait, this is actually insane,” he says, not even looking up.
“Satoru...” you try again, watching the growing pile with a mix of disbelief and concern.
“This is literally free money. Do you understand how illegal this probably is?” he continues, completely ignoring you as he keeps going.
“Yeah, and you’re still doing it,” you point out.
“That sounds like a future problem,” he shoots back instantly, not missing a beat.
Suguru watches for another second, his expression tightening just slightly as the pile keeps growing, before he suddenly leans forward and snatches the keyboard right out of Satoru’s hands.
“That’s enough,” he says calmly, though there’s a quiet firmness there that wasn’t before.
Satoru looks up immediately, offended. “Hey-”
“You’re going to crash the economy in our living room,” Suguru replies without even looking at him, already turning the keyboard slightly in his hands as he studies it more closely.
Satoru blinks. “…that feels dramatic.”
“You just made about forty dollars in ten seconds,” you add.
“Okay, but how would the police know?”
Suguru ignores both of you, his focus fully on the keyboard now, his earlier amusement completely gone as curiosity takes over.
“…if it can do that,” he says slowly, more to himself than anyone else, “then there’s more.”
You glance down at the keyboard again, turning it slightly in your hands like it’s magically going to explain itself if you stare at it long enough.
“Okay, wait, there has to be something on this.” you mumble, already pulling your phone out. You type in the model number printed on the back, scrolling as the results pop up.
“…okay, um... apparently this is an HP SK-2501 wired multimedia keyboard from… 2000?” you say, blinking at your screen.
“2000? That thing is older than my patience.” Satoru repeats, leaning over your shoulder.
You snort a little, still scrolling. “I’m serious, it literally looks like a regular old keyboard.”
Suguru leans in slightly, way more focused than Satoru. “Keep reading.”
“Yeah yeah, hold on…” you skim through the page, your nose scrunching.
“Ooo, okay so this says it has a built-in microphone.”
That gets both of their attention.
“A microphone?” Suguru repeats.
“Yeah, like… voice command or something. It says if you say ‘computer,’ it activates a search function… I think?” you say, tilting your phone so they can kind of see. You barely finish your sentence befo—
“COMPUTER!” Satoru shouts.
You flinch. “Why are you yelling?”
The air in front of you flickers. Right there in the middle of the room. It kind of glitches for a second, like something trying to load, and then a search bar pops up.
Just floating there right in front of you.
“…oh.”
It’s not attached to anything just floating in the air. Glowing softly with a blinking cursor waiting at the left.
Satoru leans forward immediately. “No way.”
Suguru stands up without even thinking, stepping closer with that quiet curiosity of his, and reaches his hand out slowly.
His hand goes straight through it. The light bends around his arm for a second, like water rippling, before settling back into place when he pulls away.
“Okay, that’s… weirdly cool” he says under his breath.
You step a little closer too, staring a little too hard at it. Satoru, of course, is already over it in the best way possible, leaning forward with a grin like he just found his new favorite toy.
“Give me a random sweet treat… I don’t know,” he says, way too eager.
The cursor blinks as the bar flickers slightly. You glance at Suguru, then back at it, that same feeling creeping in again. Not just excitement this time but something a little… off.
All of a sudden, a banana split sundae appears on the table. It just pops into existence like it’s been there the whole time.
It's stacked with three scoops of Neapolitan ice cream, whipped cream piled way too high, chocolate drizzle melting down the sides, sprinkles everywhere, and a cherry sitting on top.
Satoru gasps like he just witnessed a miracle.
“No way- don’t touch it, don’t even look at it, I’m getting a spoon. ” he says already halfway to the kitchen before anyone can even process what just happened.
“You weren’t gonna share anyway,” you mutter, watching him disappear. Suguru leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studies the sundae like he’s trying to figure out if it’s real or if this is some kind of elaborate hallucination.
“That’s actually insane,” he says slowly.
Satoru comes back in record time with a spoon in hand. He sits down and drags the sundae closer to himself like someone’s about to snatch it out of his hands.
“This is the best day of my life,” he says, already digging in without hesitation.
“Of course it is,” Suguru replies even though he’s watching the bowl like he’s debating whether to snag a bite.
You don’t say anything at first, just standing there with your arms loosely crossed, watching them like this is the most normal thing in the world, even though five minutes ago none of this existed.
“Oh, by the way, you guys can't use it” you say casually.
Satoru pauses mid bite and Suguru stops moving completely. They both deadpan towards you.
“…what?” Satoru says slowly.
You smile, stepping forward and pulling the keyboard back toward you, holding it just a little closer to your chest.
“You both said it was useless so, technically, you don't get access to such a useless item,” you explain completely serious.
“That’s not how that works,” Satoru says as he points at you with his spoon.
“Yeah how were we supposed to know it was magic?” Suguru adds, leaning back now, clearly amused.
“Exactly, how were we supposed to know that shit deletes desserts out of existence and then spawns better ones?” Satoru continues, gesturing wildly now.
You shrug. “Sounds like a personal problem.”
They both stare at you like you just slapped them in the face. Satoru scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re gatekeeping that now?”
“Yes,” you say immediately.
Suguru huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he glances between the two of you. “This is ridiculous.”
“No, what’s ridiculous is that I live here and suddenly I don’t have access to the magic reality keyboard in my own home,” Satoru says, still holding the spoon like he’s making a valid point.
“Correct.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Oh well...” you gesture vaguely.
They both start talking at once after that, Satoru getting louder and more dramatic while Suguru chimes in with calmer with more sarcastic comments. The two of them very quickly team up against you like you’re the unreasonable one here.
You let them.
You let them complain and talk over each other. Letting Satoru take another bite mi -argument like that somehow strengthens his case. Honestly, it’s kind of funny watching them act like this over something they dismissed two minutes ago.
While they’re going back and forth your attention drifts back to the keyboard in your hands. Your thumb runs lightly over one of the keys, absentminded as your thoughts start wandering. Their voices blur into background noise.
Delete. Copy. Paste. Create.
Your gaze lifts slowly back to them. Satoru is still eating like nothing in the world matters. Suguru is watching you out of the corner of his eye like he knows you’re thinking something.
…does it work on humans?
Your fingers still for just a second, your expression shifting ever so slightly as you stare at them a little longer than before, your mind already starting to turn that idea over in ways it probably shouldn’t.
You don’t say anything at first, just staring at the keyboard.
“Computer?” you say.
The search bar flickers back into existence midair, glowing softly like it’s been waiting for you this whole time. Satoru doesn’t even look up, still focused on his sundae.
“Oh brother, here she goes again.”
You tilt your head slightly, eyes flicking toward him.
“…have Satoru drop his sundae.”
Satoru’s arm jerks like a random muscle spasm. The spoon flies, his wrist twists, and the entire sundae slips right out of his hand.
SPLAT.
Right onto the floor.
You blink once then immediately burst out laughing. You don't even feel bad that you can't hold it in. Satoru just sits there staring at the mess on the ground. His brain is clearly trying to catch up to what just happened.
“…what the fuck?” he says slowly, looking down at his hand like it betrayed him.
Your breath catches before you even realize it as your grip tightens around the keyboard. Your heart begins to race, the feeling curling in your chest a little too close to excitement for comfort.
Because now you know that it obeys.
Your fingers hover over the keys again and your thoughts move faster than you can keep up with. The possibilities stack on top of each other in ways that feel a little dangerous.
This thing control more than just objects. Your heart raced as you were ready to say another command.
"Computer?" You hesitate for a minute as you glance between Suguru and Satoru.
"Make these guys make out."
Instantly, Suguru's composed facade shattered as he turned to Satoru. Their eyes lock in a heated gaze before their mouths collided and lips parted with urgent need. Their tongues explore each other as Suguru's hands roam up Satoru's chest, pulling him closer.
The sight of them making out sent a jolt to your own wet heat between your thighs. Satoru's cocky grin melts into desire as Suguru's touch turns sensual. Your body aches with jealousy and excitement.
As they kissed deeper, their bodies pressed together. You watch as Satoru's hands slide under Suguru's shirt, tracing the firm muscles of his back. You couldn't resist escalating things.
With a mischievous grin, you spoke up. "Computer?"
"Have them strip each other down to their boxers."
Clothes flew off in a frenzy. Suguru yanks Satoru's shirt over his head to reveal his toned abs and a trail of white hair leading to the bulge in his pants. Satoru quickly unties Suguru's drawstring, sliding his shorts down to expose his massive thighs and the outline of his erection straining against his black boxers.
They didn't stop kissing, their mouths devouring each other, moans vibrating in the air as you had another brilliant idea spark in your mind. The keyboard's power is fueling your boldness.
Why stop at two?
"Computer?"
"Have all three of us... fuck."
Satoru's eyes gleam with thrill and Suguru's reserved demeanor crack into a sensual smile. They broke apart just long enough to grab your hand and guide you towards Satoru's bedroom. The door closes behind you with a click, enclosing all of you in a room full of anticipation.
You set the keyboard down on the bedside table before turning your attention back to the boys.
The air grew thick, musk and sweat lingered as you fell into a three-way kiss. Your lips and tongue colliding in a chaotic dance. Satoru's cocky energy pressing against you while Suguru's steady hands roam over your curves and squeeze your breast through your hoodie.
Satoru's fingers trail down your sides and Suguru's thumb brushes your nipple until it hardens, leaving you breathless. They worked together to strip you down, tugging off your hoodie and jeans with efficiency. They leave you in your bra and underwear, the fabric clinging to your damp skin as your pussy throbbed with need.
You all tumbled onto the bed with Satoru on your left and Suguru on your right.
Their warm bodies sandwich you as their hands explore your thighs and waist. You leaned into Suguru, your kiss deepened into something predatory. Your tongue dove into his mouth while your other hand slipped back to palm Satoru's thick cock through his boxers. Feeling it pulsed under your touch
Your hunger shifted, urging you to turn your attention fully to Satoru.
You broke away from Suguru for a moment, capturing Satoru's lips in the same fierce kiss. Your mouth melds with raw intensity that made your toes curl. His tongue teases yours as his hands roam upward to cup your breast
He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. Meanwhile, your other hand ventured down to Suguru's boxers, slipping inside to wrap around his throbbing cock. You do the same to Satoru, pulling them both free into the warm air of their room.
They were hot and heavy in your grip, their veins standing out along the shaft as you stroked them slowly. You savor the silky skin gliding under your fingers as their breath hitches into a deep groan.
Suguru threw his head back, his face flushed of pure ecstasy as his eyes fluttered shut.
"Fuck, y/n, your hands feel so damn g-good...keep going, just like that." he whispered.
Satoru's lips teased against your ear as he trailed his hand down your stomach. His fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties to feel the wetness there.
"You're so w-wet already. God, I love how you get for us." he murmured. His touch unerring as he rubbed your swollen folds and circled your clit making you moan into his mouth.
"Stroke me harder, baby." Suguru's dirty words cut through, his voice sounding commanding despite his pleasure-druken state. You quickened your pace on them both.
You all were enjoying that for a moment before Suguru sat up fully against the headboard, yanking his boxers off completely in one swift motion. His cock standing proud and glistening with his precum.
You slipped off your own panties, the cool sheets brush against your bare skin as you positioned yourself between his legs. You lean down, taking his cock into your mouth with slow sucks, tasting the salty tang of his precum. You swirled your tongue around his sensitive head.
The wet squelching sound filled the space. Satoru laid back on the bed, guiding you to straddle his face. His tongue dove into your pussy the moment you settled down. His tongue lapped at your folds with eager strokes that made you gasp around Suguru's cock.
Your body is trembling.
The overwhelming pleasure it too much to handle.
Your eyes watered as Suguru's cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag softly around his thick length. Saliva drips from the corners of your mouth in sticky strands that trailed down his shaft.
He was gentle in his guidance. His hand cradling the back of your head with a firm grip in your hair, urging you deeper while his hips rocked ever so slightly.
Satoru's arms were locked around your waist like iron bands. He pins you firmly to his face as his tongue keeps moving relentlessly into your pussy. He can barely breathe but he doesn't care. His strong hand grips your ass while he sucks on your swollen clit. That drew out a muffled moan from you.
The feeling was utterly intoxicating.
Your body was shaking, every nerve felt alive. As the pleasure built up to an unbearable peak, Satoru's grip tightened, his fingers digging into your ass as he pulled you even closer. You grind involuntarily against his face.
"Mmm that's it, take me deeper..." Suguru's breath comes in ragged gasps as he whispers words of encouragement.
The hunger in the room demanded more.
Satoru released his hold just enough to switch positions. He guides you onto your hands and knees while he gets behind you. His hard cock presses against your entrance.
Suguru moved with him, positioning himself in front of you. Satoru pushed slowly into your dripping pussy, filling you with one deep, stretching thrust. The pressure makes you gasp as he pushes inside, inch by glorious inch.
"You're so fucking tight," he groaned. His hands grip your hips steady as he fills you completely. You could feel his cock throbbing deep within your pulsing walls.
You whimper at the sheer size of him. The stretch burned.
Suguru was quick to silence you, thrusting his cock back into your mouth with a commanding grip on your hair. His length sliding over your tongue that left you a moaning mess.
Satoru's deep growls, Suguru's huskily breaths, and your muffled cries echoed the room. The intense pleasure made your fingers clutch the bedding.
Satoru leaned forward, his athletic frame arching over you, meeting Suguru's eyes. Their lips crash together is a passionate kiss, their tongues swirling in a battle for dominance. The wet sounds of their mouths mirror the slapping of skin.
Satoru slowed down, sliding out with a slick with plop that left you aching and exposed. You were shifted into missionary, legs spreading instinctively as Suguru positioned himself between them. His lean, muscular frame hovers over you.
His tip brushed against your soaked entrance, teasing before he pushed in deep. Stretching and filling you made you gasp. His thrust was steady and powerful as each one drove deeper. His dark hair falling forward as he lost himself in your pussy.
"That's it, take it all," Suguru muttered.
Satoru knelt by your head. He slapped his hard cock against your cheek.
"Let me feel that pretty mouth now," he said with a wicked grin. He rubs his tip against your bottom lip, guiding himself in as your lips parted. Cries of pleasure muffled around him.
Satoru's free hand trailed down Suguru's back, his finger tracing his muscles before dipping lower to rub circles against your sensitive clit. The tripled sensations overwhelmed you.
"So tight, so fucking perfect," Satoru groaned.
"Every inch of you is ours now." Suguru added.
The sounds of moans, wet slurps, and skin slapping sounded like a damn symphony. You pulled your mouth away from Satoru's cock, barely being able to catch your breath.
"Oh fuuck yes, I need both of you..." The words spill out of you in a lustful haze as you feel Suguru's balls slap against your ass. Suguru leaned down to capture your lips in a teeth clashing kiss. His tongue invades your mouth just as his cock fills you.
The keyboard's lingering magic whispered in your ear, urging you to push further. Your voice hoarse with need as you call out the next command.
"Com- computer~" you try to get out.
"Have her take both of us." Satoru interrupts.
Instantly, your bodies shifted in a whirlwind of motion. Satoru rolls onto his back and pulls you down onto his lap. His strong hands guide you to straddle his hips. His cock, still rock hard and glistening, slid into your dripping pussy with a single, deep thrust.
"Ahhh shiit," you cry out, your thighs trembling as you begin to ride him. Bouncing slowly at first, then picking up a frantic rhythm that had his head falling back against the pillows.
The stretch of him filling you was so intoxicating. Every downward grind sends jolts of pleasure through your core. Your breast brushes against his chest with each movement.
The overstimulation hit like a car crash when Suguru moved behind you. His hands gripped your waist with the firmness that you craved, positioning himself at your ass.
"You're so greedy for us, aren't you?" Satoru murmured in your ear. His hot breath mixed with the sweat on your neck as he thrust up to meet your hips.
Suguru pressed in, his cock pushing past the tight ring of resistance, stretching you in a way that bordered on overloading. The dual invasion makes your whole body quake with painful pleasure.
They pounded into you, Satoru's thick cock stroking your pussy while Suguru's drove deeper into your ass. The sensation left you breathless. Suguru leaned in close, his lips brushed your shoulder as he whispers near your ear.
"Take it all, mmh, let us r-ruin you completely." His sensual words pushed you right to the brink of your climax. The pressure is building up and about to burst.
"Come for us, baby," Satoru's dirty whispers grew more urgent. Their thrust got even harder.
Their encouragement shattered you. Your body convulsed in a blinding release that crashed over you, pulling them along.
"Aahh, shit... you b-both feel s-so good."
Their own climaxes erupt inside you with guttural groans and shuddering thrusts. Satoru's cock pulsed deep inside your pussy, spilling hot waves of cum that filled you up.
His seed seeps out around him as you collapse on his chest. Your breath is coming in ragged gasps as every muscle trembles from the aftershock.
Suguru followed after, his final thrust into your ass grows erratic before he stilled. His seed is flooding your ass leaving you with a feeling of being claimed.
You lay there sandwiched between them, Suguru's heart pounded against your back and Satoru's hands trace soothing circles on your thighs.
Yet, even in the blissful aftermath, the keyboard eerily sits on the bedside table, tugging at your awareness of it. A reminder of the danger game you've played. Satoru's fingers threaded through your hair.
"Fuck, y/n, that was incredible," his words sounded of genuine affection that made your chest tighten.
Suguru moved your hair and pressed gentle kisses on your neck down to your shoulders.
The night deepened around you, the soft glow of the street lights filter through the curtains. Satoru's hand slid down the interlock with yours as Suguru's breath was warm against your neck. You completely surrendered to the intoxicating feeling of satisfaction.
Warnings: smut, getting railed while AgustD plays, Studio fuck, rough sex, dom!yoongi x subby!y/n, hair tug kink, petname kinks, praise kink. (Pls judge me at all costs im new to this)
Summary; from listening to his beats to getting railed while listening to one of his signature track song AgustD.
Note to Readers :this story is made for the use of fiction and is in no intent of harming or damaging any characters involved in reality. You have been warned. Do not interact if you’re also not comfortable.
His solid black walls are filled with beats and agonizing thoughts on how he will be able to complete his 2nd solo album D-Day. He tried going back to his old released songs maybe he can mash up and recycle few of his unused beats before. He tried mustering up something but he was too burned out. Literally cussing out why he even participated in this misery. “This is fucking me up. Why did I even sign up for this fuckery.” He whines to himself throwing himself back at his couch with perfectly black bags under his eyes.
With beats continuously blowing up his speakers and headphones, he didn’t realize that his door was unlocked and unnoticeably, someone had already entered. “You’re either gonna get yourself a finished album, or a song for your funeral. You hadn’t eaten anything since morning yoongi.”
His great sunshine friend hoseok tried to give him a sarcastic joke about how he’s been having a not-so-healthy appetite lately and obsessively drinking whiskey and coffee from dusk til dawn. “Come on man. You need to atleast eat something..” hoseok scans the room seeing all the scattered plastic cups of coffee and empty bottles of Jack Daniels.
“Jesus..you’re a mess.” Hoseok deadpans gathering up the plastic cups and getting a black garbage bag to gather up the messy coffee table and desk.
“Thanks for the compliment…” yoongi replies in the most monotonous manner. He remained stoic, but he surely does feel warmth with his friends concern.
“You didn’t really had to bring anything.. but I appreciate the concern..” yoongi tries to crack up a smile despite his friend scolding him from letting himself get too miserable.
“You’re not a cat who has 9 lives min yoongi..you have feline eyes but no…okay? I told Y/n to bring your dinner later.. don’t let yourself get too worked up on it bro~” Hoseok flashes him his iconic sunshine smile—it honestly cheered yoongi up a bit after being caved in his studio for the past couple of weeks like he’s glued stuck in his chair. But the mention of y/n definitely made him feel a bit better too knowing that you two have a good bond with each other. He thinks maybe he can also ask for your opinion about what song he should make.
“Thanks for passing by man.. I appreciate it…I owe you one..” yoongi smiles giving his bro a big bear hug and bidding their farewells and Goodlucks.
shortly after hoseoks departure from yoongi’s sacred studio, yoongi didn’t realize that it was already dinner time already.
Thankfully he was busy adjusting the stretched beats and added rhythms so the studio was dead silent. A soft knock and a soft voice never fails yoongi to know who was already behind the frosted door. “Coming..hold on.”
He pauses what he was doing and unlocked the door from inside meeting his eyes with the familiar dark brown orbs that never fail to make him feel warm.
“Hiii…I brought you some cheesy tteokbokki, and some kimchi fried rice..JK was sending his best wishes to you producer-nim~” you flashed him a soft smile and placed the food down his desk.
“Food can’t wait yoongi, your computer can. Come on don’t make me eat this whole bowl of tteoks..plus hobi would scold me if he were to find out you’re skipping dinner.” You tried to tidy up his messy coffee table. You were definitely expecting yoongi to be this miserable after a back to back meeting with the agency on how deadlines are approaching him each month and each week. The man barely sleeps and eats on time.
“And deadlines aren’t gonna wait miss ma’am.” yoongi sarcastically replies. As he tries to ignore you, the studio was soon filled with the aroma of the food you had brought in—definitely triggering the hunger he’s been ignoring since afternoon.
“You’re not gonna leave that black hole of a chair.” She retorts popping up beside yoongi while holding a small bowl filled with the food. “Eat it quickly before it gets cold..” you let out a deep sigh feeling like you’re ought to take care a teenager.
“I was about to stand y’know.. thanks.” Yoongi takes the food from your hands noticing the freshly manicured nails you have “nice nails..” he bluntly says out of nowhere.
“Oh, uhm thanks.. I didn’t really plan on getting new sets of nails.. Jimin was enthusiastic and he kept on offering me that he’ll treat me and didn’t plan on listening to my declines.. so… yeah..the man who definitely can’t be moved.” You joked.
“Mhh always been his nature.” He chews on his food as he twists and turn gently on his leather working chair. “Knowing him? He’d be sad if you ever turn down his offer.” He adds as he grabs more food.
“I know…whatchu got here going on..” you crossed your arms scanning the two big screens infront of the two of you.
“jesus do you not get eye strains from these big screens…” you squint leaning forward seeing a bunch of folders and tabs opened—some are even unreadable because of how many tabs are up.
“I feel sorry for your monitor and your eyes min..” you chuckled as you shifted you body to face yoongi who’s having his 3rd set of tteoks.
“I paid everything in cold cash. They better work well..” he speaks between rice cakes on his cheeks “plus they’re all expensive equipment..so they’re most probably heavy duty too..” he adds with a sly smirk plastered on his face.
“Mhhh no comment..” you smile as you browse through his screen tabs and getting caught of guard with yoongi snatching the mouse and pressing Alt + Tab—switching the screen to a different application.
“What the fuck are you doing..” he panics.
“What? I was just going through it.. it’s so bombarding to look at..” you rolled your eyes playfully as you leaned on his working table.
“A producer has his secrets you know..?” He places his food down wiping the sauce off his pink lips. “And besides. You shouldn’t be touching things that aren’t yours…you’re trespassing me..” he jokes squinting at her.
“Arrest me then.” You playfully grin shaking your head. Yoongi on the other hand felt something starting in the pit of his stomach when he heard that very unholy demand from you.
“Oh, don’t start with me little miss juno.” He smirks proud of his reply. Juno had a close meaning to his joke of asking to be cuffed, and he’s also been hooked with Sabrina Carpenters Short n’ Sweet album recently.
“Stop teasing…I need to ask for your opinion…” he changed the subject escaping the mild heat radiating between the two of them despite the distance between them. “I was thinking of getting a few beats from my oldest songs.. like here.” He leans back to his table as he taps away to his clicky keyboard. He then proceeds to play his song “Agust D.” The intro is filled with painfully hard and beautiful construction of beats.
“Oh fuck that intro is hot.” You smile as you listen to his blasting speakers. You then paused the song as you faced yoongi trying to act all relaxed and chill—wherein reality he’s been trying to control himself from pulling you to sit down on his lap because of you leaning too much on his table.
“What-“ yoongi retorts
“I know you’ll come up with something yoongi.. you’re a one hell of a producer after all..” you flashed him a smile while trying to shift the heat back on his studio.
“But…maybe you need to relax too..” you smiled softly brushing the locks covering his pretty feline eyes with your nails. His hair got longer since he’s been busy for a couple of months now. He didn’t have enough time to even put himself first for a bit.
“Producers don’t relax..” he sighs. Lounging himself back in his black leather chair.
The moment he signed up for making a new album, he knew that this would be far and different to what he usually does. Since, unlike before he will now only have himself to create masterpieces. I mean, sure he can still talk to his brothers and co-producers for some second opinions, but of course it’s just only him that would need to accomplish it by the end of the day.
“You can always ask for help yoongi.” You smile flashing him a comforting tone. You cherish yoongi at all costs, not only because of your hidden feelings towards him but also because the members also cherish each others well beings. It was very infectious whenever they show tenderness and care for each other in their most lowest times. And you were happy to provide the same kind of treatment to yoongi.
“Any help..?” He raises a brow clasping his hands together with his head slightly tilted. Trying to remain stoic and control a growing smirk in his face.
“Yeah..? Producers need help too. It’s not a big deal yoongi..” you flashed him a soft smile while running your pointy nails on his table where you’re leaning on.
“You promise me first that you’ll help me in every possible manner.” Yoongi raises his pinky waiting for you to hook on his pinky. “I promise.” You smile hooking your pinky on his awaiting pinky.
As soon as their pinkies hooked. Yoongi used it as a way to pull you closer to him. “No turning back now.” He whispers on your lips sliding his pinky off and pulling your hips towards him. You straddled down trying to hold on yourself but ending up getting tightly gripped on the waist.
“Wanna know a secret..?” He looks at you making you look back at his hypnotic eyes. “What…?” You utter under your stippling breath.
“I think I might’ve forgotten how to relax…mind helping me on that one first pretty..?” He runs his finger on her pale cheeks and takes a strand of her resting hair and twisting them around his slander finger. “Use that pretty mouth of yours to good use.” He runs his tongue on his lips hydrating them from dryness.
You stared for a moment and tried to ask him again to repeat. “What..?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself princess. Get on your knees.” He demands. Clearly making you snap back to your thoughts and making you realize that you’re not hearing things from him. You got up anxiously and excitedly at the same time.
“Here.. put these under your knees..” he grabs a tangerine shaped pillow on his black leather sofa handing it to you so that you don’t get your knees to hurt. Despite the big rug saying “KEEP OFF” he still wanted you to be comfortable.
“Take these off..” you lowly demanded tugging on his comfortable sweatpants strings. His gray sweatpants and crumpled white shirt is enough to express how he didn’t even care what he would look like since he would just stay pent up in his studio.
Soon after letting you lead, he was left in his black Calvin Klein boxers. “Can I touch it…?” You asked. Of course you would prefer verbally hearing him to consent you to move forward.
“Go on. It’s all yours.” He mumbles running his hands on his dark hair only the light from his screen as the source of light inside his dimmed studio. You soon took advance of his consent, gently pulling him out and free his length out from the tightness of his boxers.
With a light grip and a slow tease. You slowly moved your pace to a comfortable level of speed. It’s not quick, neither slow since you also don’t want him to rush and just enjoy his time.
He lets out rolls of husky throat grunts and grumbles already wanting you to pick up your speed—he doesn’t wanna rush you but it was painfully tightening around his stomach. He was enjoying it when you suddenly slipped his tip on your full lips.
He wanted so badly to have a taste of your lips but also enjoys what he’s having right now. “Yeah..fuck…keep it that way baby..” He lets out a low growls and grunts underneath his voice.
Yoongi was growing impatient and wanted to pick up his pace. He then brushes your hair back making a slicked back messy ponytail and thrusted his way forward meeting your throat. You gagged at the sudden change of pace and you tried your best to keep your tears from falling.
“Fuck. Yes. Thats it. Yes.” He moans hitting the back of your throat continuously. He hisses pulling out and standing up for a better position letting his sweatpants pool down his ankles.
He then accidentally plays the song that was paused earlier making the speakers blast his song Agust D as he gets worked up in fucking up that pretty face of yours.
“Oh look at that. Hmnhg.. you don’t know how fucking pretty you look right now with my dick stuck on your mouth like that.” He talks between thrusts chasing his breath in every push and pull. You were incoherently moaning along with his steady pace. “Mnhh! Mnhhgghh!” You rolled your eyes back tugging on his shirt and swatting his full ass as you feel your jaw growing tired. He then pulls out and pulls your wrist up to make you stand.
You struggled to stand quickly with his sudden pull, then the next thing you knew you were turned around and bent over his work table. “Yoongi-“ you were already too late when he covers your mouth with his palm and a loud slap on your ass was made. “Don’t touch my ass like that. You got me. ?” He gutters in gritted teeth as he pulls down your black shorts swatting your ass bare.
“Mnhg!” You tearfully nodded feeling a sting on your left buttcheek. You surely can tell that it would leave a palm mark on your ass. He then proceeds to grab something on his left side drawer. You were surprised with the whole box of condoms on his cabinet making you shot him a question. “Do you fuck that often?” You threw your head back watching as he tears the foil open and placing it to his length. “To answer that question. No. And to add up to that, namjoon gave me that whole box of condoms…I have no idea that it would even get used…” he deadpans while he stretched the elastic to his size.
You tried to act convinced and just nodded your head, he was sure you weren’t convinced but he had no time to explain further because of his situation. His song played repeatedly as he pumps himself and spat on his palms to lubricate you before he stretches you open. “You seem tight.” He whispers as he gently tugs your left thigh to rest on his table spreading you suddenly. He didn’t even care to take off your laced underwear and just set it aside. “D-do you think it would fit…?” You anxiously ask since this was your actual first intercourse. You had some few kisses, and touches back then but never this far.
“I’ll make it fit doll.” He whispers as he gently guides his tip on your tight folds. He kisses your shoulders trying to ease down your anxious thoughts and take a fee strokes to make you feel comfortable.
He then holds on your waist firmly as he slips his tip letting it rest for a moment. “Fuck. This was better than I imagined.” He hisses as he gently slips halfway watching your reflection on his screen igniting his hips to thrust forward making you feel yourself stretch out completely.
“AH!” You covered your mouth even if you knew that the studio would most likely be soundproof. “I wanna hear you princess.” He leans behind you pressing himself against your back pulling your palms down. He tapped something on his keyboard while you stir back to reality.
“F-fuck yoongi..” you furrow your brows as you run your nails on his hair beside you. “You’re making it harder for me to not move doll.” He pulls out and thrusts back in jolting you forward. He was also attentively listening to his speakers blasting and already picked his pace thrusting harder and faster. He moved fiercely catching up with his fast paced song listening carefully to the moans you’re producing. You were too busy and distracted to even realize that he was syncing with his song—making him able to hit on your sweetest g-spot.
“That- thaaaat!” You tenses up letting a few more squirms and squeals as he tries to reach for your edge. “Yoongi I’m- I’m—“ you spilled over him quickly and tried to look for something to hold on. Yoongi kept going not stopping after your awaited release. “Yoongi- yoongi- oh my fucking- ah!” Your body shook continuously feeling another knot tying up your stomach. Overstimulation was what he was chasing for.
“Fuck I’m gonna fucking cum.” Yoongi moans between breathes and he stills as he picks up faster shaking up his table against the walls.
“F-fuuuckkkk…” you let out a long moan digging your acrylic nails on his biceps.
He then reaches his edging point and releases on the elastic. “Fuck I need a more firm table…” he catches his breathe holding on your weak figure.
“Oh doll, you okay..?” He leans on your ears, his dick still nestled inside you. He soon pulls it out and sits you comfortably on his desk. “You okay princess..?” He presses his keyboard stopping the recording and placing his attention back on you.
“You were recording me moaning weren’t you..?” You smiled resting your arms on his shoulders pulling him to a soft kiss. He was shocked considering that he was still surprised despite how he literally just rocked you up and made you cum against his working desk.
“I always thought your lips tasted sweet.” He tries changing the subject. “But to answer your question…I was thinking of playing with that recording a little..just a fun way to relax you know..?” He teasingly leans forward catching your lips again as he wraps your legs around him.
“Aren’t you a little minx mr. AgustD..?” You chuckled resting yourself on his shoulders. He grabbed some left wet wipes package lying around and cleaned you up doing a little aftercare.
“By the way…Happy Valentines Day.” He leans back in kissing you softly, filling your lips with tenderness and care.
Just in case you needed MORE reasons to not attend the Minecraft movies aside from the fact that Jack black is a Zionist who defended Autism speaks (Literally screaming at well meaning and polite autistic people on Twitter who told him about how shit that org is), it's unoriginal, a cash grab, the black woman in the movie dose nothing but exist as a "sassy black woman" stereotype, the girls do nothing in the movie outside of talk about men and build a house randomly and there was abuse of staff/lack of credits given to alot of CGI artists who worked on this piece of garbage....
The white guy creator is more worried about all the white guys 16-24 who are going into the theaters screaming, throwing popcorn and drinks, ripping out rows of seats and dragged an actual chicken into the theater getting arrested (rightfully so) for property damage, animal cruelty and harassment than staff or respectful patrons.
This is entirely because teenage and young adult white cis boys are doing this. No one else would ever be allowed to get away with shit like this. If young black men were doing it, if white girls were doing it, if gay/trans people were doing it, there'd be hell to pay. They deserve to be fucking arrested, they are destroying property. Staff are happy that people would clap during that scene or yell out the meme but nothing I mentioned above isn't happening. There is an infamous video going around showing some of it with pictures of ripped open and pushed over rows of seats, tons of phone flashlights turning on, people covering themselves/seats/other unwilling patrons in soda and popcorn and candy, screaming in the theater, ripped carpet and dragging a real life chicken into the theater and holding it up while on someone else's shoulders. If they fall, that chicken could die, if not get hurt and certainly unnecessarily stressed and terrified by being in a dark loud theater then getting held up and pelted with popcorn.
These aren't fans who want to celebrate the movie, even if they were id still be damning them for it, these are a bunch of attention seeking white frat boys destroying a theater "for the meme" and y'all are less concerned with them getting away with behaving like that and more concerned about "their future"??? This isn't harmless fun, they caused thousands of dollars in damages and they walked out like nothing happened because no one will say anything because they are white and because they are men! If I had a son who'd been involved in that situation, you bet your fucking ass he (and his friends) arnt leaving that damn theater till it's clean and he can see his phone, computer, sports and hobbies after fucking graduation. That is an embarrassment to their families and they need to be raised better. That would never fly under my fucking roof. That's the worst of it, most those boys were fully fucking adults when this happened. Sure there were a few 16 and 17 yrs olds but most of them were 18-23.
Don't give them any excuses. Theater etiquette is very fucking basic and everyone knows it. No one in their age range today, my age range, hasn't been to a theater a few times in their life. It's very fucking simple: sit down, be quiet, keep the area clean, throw your trash away at the end and be respectful of those around you. There's 30 minutes of screen time in that movie after that scene. Id play a tune on my tiny violin for them if they had to sit in that mess for the whole 30 mins but they got kicked out immediately after. Theater staff have to clean that up. Other people posted videos of themselves being in the theater during this time and the manager kicked them out too despite them not participating.
And would you look at that, white boy director is more worried about memories and fun than maturity, respect and staff workers. Fuck their memories, fuck their fun, you are perfectly capable of making fun memories without destroying a fucking theater, abusing staff workers, harassing other patrons, ruining movies in theaters next to you and abusing a chicken all for a fucking trend that is already dieing in the fucking water. The only reason he likes this is because all those destructive men are buying tickets and leaving joke reviews on every site and the only reason he excuses it and doesn't want the cops called is because they are white men like him, arrests at theaters due to this movie is bad publicity and he will never have to be the underpaid and overworked employee on their hands and knees scrubbing soda off the carpet. He's a fucking capitalist pig.
Last thing I'll mention, about the fucking reviews, every review site is fucking broken about the movie right now. Rotten tomatoes is broken rn and IMDB is especially broken because both verified and unverified accounts are flooding it with 10/10 reviews that only say "chicken jockey" and "flint and steel". And those are the memey ones but there's are also just Jokey ones or clearly fucking bots. When you look at the ratings, if it was actually a very very good movie, most of the audience would sit around the 10, 9 and 8 star quality with it slowly petering out the lower you got. A movie that's getting flooded with good reviews by bots/trolls but is genuinely only mid would have an abnormal number of 10s (cause it's "the best"), really no 9s or 8s (cause trolls wouldn't think to evenly spread the fake reviews. They arnt a united front.), most be in the true range of the movie like 7s, 6s, 5s and 4s, then peter out towards the bottom. I'll prove it.
The sawshank redemption is one of the/is the best rated movie on IMDB with a whopping 93% average. The Minecraft movie is averaging about a 40-60% between rotten tomatoes (6 average) and IMDb (4 average). It should be mentioned you have to be verified/signed in to rate on IMDb but anyone can rate on rotten tomatoes which may explain why the reviews lean higher like that. Easier to troll with no barrier to entry. On the left is the reviews for the sawshank redemption on IMDb, on the right are the reviews for the Minecraft movie on IMDb.
Hmm... ITS ALMOST LIKE THE REAL RATING IS 6/7 NOT 10. If a movie is unanimously good, the ratings will reflect that with a top heavy graph. The Minecraft movie has intensely inflated scores because trolls aren't rating it honestly and neither site is bothering to weed out the trolls to reflect an actual score. Idk why they arent, maybe cause it's warner bros or laziness, but this is why we should stop this bs now.
This movie is bad, mid at best, the director is encouraging people to ransack theaters because white boy futures are more important than basic decency and it's a fucking cash grab getting better scores than FNAF because trolls aren't being stopped.
Fuck the Minecraft movie.
Fuck the Minecraft movie.
Fuck. The. Minecraft. Movie.
Boycott it because this behavior is fucking unacceptable and this director doesn't deserve shit.
What's with the e-waste upcycling thing in your bio? What exactly do you do?
When I first made this blog I was working at a E-waste recycling center, specifically in refurbishment. We would sort through the donations, (They were tax write offs due to us being a non-profit, incentivizing businesses and financially savvy people donate to us.) Pick out what was still functional or fixable, and then refurbish it as a way to fund the operation.
For the most part we wheeled and dealed in consumer electronics. Computers, TVs, Audio equipment, printers, the kind of stuff that when you get a new one, you have no use for the old one and if there's one thing Americans love to do it's throw away things that are repairable or even perfectly functional if old and in need of a thorough cleaning.
My role was one of more in depth repairs. The kind of jobs that most others would turn away for one reason or another. Diagnosing and replacing bad BGA ICs like laptop CPUs, data recovery (we did on occasion offer services like this to regular customers contingent on the device being donated afterwards), getting around BIOS locks, etc. All the stuff that could potentially turn a paperweight into a high ticket item but required lots of research and patience and a healthy dash of luck.
Our shop didn't exactly usually have the nicest newest stuff obviously, so we cornered the market on affordability but the occasional high end gaming laptop or 4k tv for 50% MSRP would get tech people to come in and we could usually count on them coming back whenever they wanted a laptop for their kid or their grandma needed an email machine.
Anyway, because I devoted myself to this job pretty thoroughly this quickly became my entire personality. I had never really seen electronics as disposable, being poor and having a parent who also makes their entire personality their tech work will do that, but that job made me really intimately aware of just how much of a crime it is that we produce so much e-waste. Not only is it literally an actual hazard to life in more then a few cases (CRTs, florescent tubes, lithium ion batteries, literally anything with leaded solder to name a few) but the majority of times something breaks, its very rarely a complete wash. All it takes for a laptop to be rendered useless is one bad critical component to give up and suddenly you're left with a shiny wide paperweight. Half the time the fix is easier then you expect, we had people drop off perfectly functional electronics that just needed a new power cord often.
There are so many layers to unravel as to why this happens, the systems and institutions that perpetuate this unsustainable cycle of mining, processing, manufacturing and shipping all so that you can purchase the latest smartphone the moment that your current one breaks. It's completely insane to me that we toss these things aside like garbage when even a used up disposable vape would be a fascinating curiosity to anyone 200 years ago. The amount of labor, expertise, and materials that go into creating even the most benign things like toasters is insane, and its all wasted the moment it ends up in a landfill. Which is exactly where they're intended to end up due to woefully inadequate knowledge, tools, and economics that dictate this must continue for shareholder value to keep going up.
Worse then that, the potential for long term environmental damage from the waste is even greater. Heavy metals and carcinogenic materials are plentiful not only in the electronics, but also in their manufacturing and most of that problem is offloaded onto people who can't even afford to purchase the end products let alone truly benefit from them.
I'm barely scratching the surface of this issue, its widespread and is only going to get worse with time. It's obviously bad, and I'm not gonna beat you over the head with that more than I already have.
What I will do, is finally actually explain what I mean by "e-waste idiot savant". I suppose at this point I am a "professional" electronics technician, but I am by no means classically educated in any of the fields required to pull off many of the repairs and modifications I have done. The closest thing I have to that is a few college courses in compsci and a handful of technical certifications. I have repaired so many different devices (Arcade cabinets, Phones, Appliances, Servers) through sheer force of will and time spent researching.
What can not be repaired or the repair would be not worth the effort, can usually be salvaged and have it's parts put to use elsewhere. Is it viable on a large scale? Great question that I would love to hear the answer too. Because something has to change about these products life cycles, and recycling is only one, very patchwork solution to the problem. If I can not fix something, I usually try to give it a new life as parts for my various projects. This started at a young age when I was messing around with my parent's old breadboard electronics kit and needed some more LEDs, so I took apart a busted power supply and clipped the leds off the power led, and has now spiraled into collecting disposable vapes en-mass to pull out their guts and use them as battery packs for anything I make that may need. Silly cosplay lights, noise makers, flashlights, wireless sensors, drones, all of these wonderful things I've made or modified, sometimes out of necessity sometimes because I'm bored. Is it reliable? More than you may think, especially once you get the hang of it and can start looking for telltale signs of what components are ran with lax tolerances and which ones may have caused the device to die in the first place. I'm usually the first and last person anyone I know goes to to fix, and then dispose of their electronics if no one else could.
My life has changed a lot since that job, but the feelings and lessons it instilled in me are still a deep part of me if this extremely long and winding answer wasn't enough of a clue to begin with. One of these days I'll finally get around to actually documenting the various projects I've done using whatever I can pull out of things. I think the one I'm most proud of is a magnetic mass driver that could send random magnetic things like screws and nails straight through the plywood catch I made to test it out? That was definitely the most fun but dangerous on so many levels I don't think I'll ever even try to document that one because if someone thinks to try and follow along they may get seriously hurt. However the various other things I've built for literally the cost of the solder used to connect them like the cosplay lights is probably worth documenting. That and the laptops I've converted into desktops, I like to call them bottomtops. Stuff like that I should probably write down or make a video on. Anyway if you actually made it to the end of this, congrats! If you wanna know more or have any questions related to it, shoot me a message!
TL;DR: If you need this, I'm sorry but you have to read the full extent of my hyperfocused special interest rant fully or you will not get any of the juicy knowledge it contains.
Can you write a Winter King X (preferably Fem) ice skater!reader who often visits his kingdom because her home is very hot?
Thank you so much and have a lovely day!
୨♡ Ｓｋａｔｅ Ｗｉｔｈ Ｍｅ？ ♡୧
Ok, I was almost done with this, but my computer decided to restart and delete all my work (tearing my face off as we speak)
Type: Drabble
Request: Yes! My ask box is open!
Romantic
No use of y/n
Gender neutral reader (I would've made them fem, like the asker wanted, but pronouns never came up)
Summary: Things were getting heated in the desert kingdom, so you decided to make a visit to a cool friend.
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Knocking on the front (and over the top) door of the Winter Palace, you sigh deeply. How long had it been since you've visited your friend? The desert kingdom had gotten unbearable to stay in, especially with the never ending quarreling with the beach kingdom.
The beach kingdom rulers -whoever they were- kept saying that since the desert kingdom was next to them, it belonged to the beach kingdom. A bunch of garbage. They had to literally put up walls to keep beach kingdom residents from stealing sand.
What a bother.
You suddenly realize that the doors opened, and there was an ice servant ushering you in. You guess that you started walking in without thinking about it. Pretty soon you entered the throne room, for as soon as the doors opened, you heard a loud-
"Welcome back my dear!"
You laughed softly at the Winter King's flamboyance, rubbing the back of your neck. He slid gracefully on the ice floor to where you were, and picked you up in a tight hug. You laughed as he spun you around, then put you down.
"My, my. How long has it been since I've seen you, dear friend? Two, three months? What caused you to be away for so long?"
You sighed exasperatedly. Explaining everything that's been going on with the kingdoms.
"-Oh, and we think a war is gonna start. It sucks."
Despite your joke-y manner, Winter could tell you were genuinely upset by this. He took one of your hands, holding it in both of his. It was cold, but it made you feel warm inside.
"Well, if you ever need a refuge, my doors are always open to you, my dear.
His voice was soft and sweet, like a marshmallow. It made you feel like everything was going to be okay. His gentle smile was enough to make your face flush, and it was all you could do to not cover him in kisses. You were just friends anyway, but normal people do that with their friends, right...?
Right?
"In the meantime..."
Winter's soft grip on your hand tightened, and he started gliding around on the ice, dragging you with him. You laughed softly, resting your other arm on his shoulder for stabilization.
"Skate with me?"
You went with it, letting Winter slide gracefully on the ice, leading you with him.
The two of you giggled harmoniously as Winter twirled you. You eventually separated, still skating on the ice, only to join back together once again.
This went on for a few more minutes, and you realized an ice servant was playing the piano for some background music. You twirled in a graceful dance on the ice, until one of you ended up tripping on.. Something. Was that a marshmallow?
You giggled light heartedly as the both of you took a tumble, ending up with you knocking over Winter.
You laughed, and looked up at him, only to realize you were resting on his chest. Your face flushed, and you tried to act like this didn't bother you in the slightest.
"I like this."
Winter said sweetly, that ever-soft smile warming you to your core. You agreed with him, sitting up. Winter stood up sharply, picking you up in the process and twirling you around.
"May I.. Do something spontaneous?"
You nodded, resting your hands on Winter's shoulders. He leaned down, and kissed your cheek, his nose bumping into your face a little. It felt magical.
You blushed and smiled giddily, throwing your arms around Winter's neck in a show of affection, but ended up knocking the two of you down again.
He laughed, causing you to softly chuckle along with him. His smile was contagious.
"My darling, there's nowhere I'd rather be... Than right here, right now."
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No fanart for this one, I tried to get it out as fast as possible. Sorry!
H'okay. So. I would like to tell you about my mother, but the problem with being related to awesome people Of Note™ is that you have to be carefully vague so you don't fuckin doxx yourself. So forgive me if some of the following is imprecise.
I adore my mother. She is absolutely a legend and a role model for me. When her school was desegregated (yes, I'm a bit old but also that wasn't very long ago), she made it her mission that day to make friends with the only black girl who came to her school and sit with her at lunch. When the school called my grams to "warn" her, grams threatened them over the phone and told them they had best not bother her daughter or her friends ever again, so help her God.
My mother went into the Air Force when women were still expected to stick to clerical duties and keep their heads down. She did not fucking do that. She earned her rank through hard work, brilliance, and being too damn stubborn and too damn good for them to ignore her.
She has a master's in mathematics and is an expert in radar. I have watched this woman do literal orbital trajectory calculations in her head, like it was nothing. At 70-ish, she still leg presses 200lbs. For fun.
She had a very high level of security clearance. She was a vital part of America's Missile Defense Program. She is possibly the smartest person I know and was a national strategic asset both as an airwoman and as a private contractor. I'm pretty sure our landline was bugged several times when I was a child.
She overcame sexism, fought racism, and did what she believed served her country and her fellow human beings best. While we disagree on a lot of politics, I have never questioned the absolute truth of her soul or the power of her mind.
I tell you all this so you will understand how much I love her when I say: my mom may be one of the dumbest people I know at times. Mostly about Basic Common Sense.
Like, you know those Christmas sugar cookies with the little Christmas tree in them? The Alice and bake ones? She got those for us one year and baked them. They smelled great, so I came to the kitchen to see if I could steal one while they were still fresh.
Instead, I found my mom puzzling over the tray.
"Hey, what's up?"
"The tree didn't come out. That's so strange!"
I looked at the tray, and sure enough, instead of trees, there were just green swirls.
"Did... Did you knead the dough?"
My mother nodded, still confused. "Of course I did!" she replied, as if she would ever forget such a vital step in baking!
"... Mom."
And she did love to bake, and she was good at it! More or less. But at one point she was on a cheesecake kick. She started experimenting with flavored cream cheeses like strawberry and the like. Then Kraft released cheesecake flavored cream cheese. Naturally, she had to make that into a cheesecake! Of course!
And so I wandered into the kitchen to see my mom staring in dismay at the freshly baked cheesecake, toothpick in hand (which she had just used to poke the cheesecake for doneness and then taste).
"Is something wrong?"
"It's just the cheesecake..."
"What about it?"
"... It just tastes like cheesecake!"
"... Mom, what- what were you expecting?"
Several seconds pass as I watch this, I reiterate, genius woman consider the past few hours of her life. "Y'know, I guess it makes sense..."
In two decades, she still can't work the universal remote but she's been working with computers and programming since punch cards. She sent her first text message ever in 2021. She has likely forgotten more things about missile and radar systems than I will know about everything in my whole life, and yet coined the quote, "It's too dirty to throw in the garbage!"
I love her. She's so cool. But I really question how she spent her XP sometimes 🤣
C/w: Breaking dishes, unhealthy behavior, dubcon (?), manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome (?), married shenanigans, hair pulling, the dom here is short for domestic (LOL), fluff (?)
A/n: So I was listening to Breakin’ Dishes by Rihanna lately, and I think I wanna write about a brat. So this is kind of a scenario based on the imagine I wrote a day ago.
Masterlist | Lore
It was a mistake on your husband’s part, leaving you all alone at home like this.
THUNK! TINK! CRASH!
You throw another dish onto the floor, watching it break into a thousand pieces with a demented grin on your face. Shattered pieces join the rest of the broken porcelain.
You’ve been at this for the last thirty minutes. Why? Well, for one, you were stuck inside your house without a single key to get outside.
You've already tried the windows, throwing a chair at each one. Multiple times. They were fitted with reinforced ballistic glass, the same kind of material the government uses for cars transporting presidents. Courtesy of your stupid, controlling husband.
You have always been an indoors kind of person, but secondly you were spiraling from the lack of entertainment. No TV, no phone, no tablet, no computer–not even a game console.
“Those will pollute your mind,” your husband said, before he chucked them into the garbage can outside.
Yeah right.
You had to admit you understand the mindset for everything else, considering how controlled public information by the AI and whatnot, but as for the game console, your stupid husband was just jealous over your obsession with some handsome-looking enemy boss in one of your video games. You know it!
Remembering how much money you saved up to buy those games all going down the drain makes you chew on your bottom lip in frustration. The more you think about this injustice, the more the flames inside of your roars. You snatch some more dishes from the cupboards and smash them before stomping on the ground, wherever was clear of shattered porcelain, multiple times as you shriek your lungs out to the living room.
“I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I'M GONNA DIVOR-”
“(Y/n)?”
Your voice leaves you as you slowly turn towards your beloved husband, who has just gotten home from grocery shopping. He sets the grocery bags down on the kitchen counter and comes over to wrap his arms around you.
You make a show of keeping your hands on his chest and pushing him away, but he knows you're just frustrated with him right now with how much strength you're putting into this. Much different from when he initially trapped you in this house. He has a little scar on the underside of his left jaw, from when you swiped at him with your nails.
He smiles at your cuteness and leans down to get his ‘welcome home’ kiss. You turn away. He shifts his head, and you turn again.
“Sweetheart?”
You turn your head again.
“(Y/nnnn)~ Gimme kiss. Kiss kiss.”
“Mm mm!” you hmphed, continuing to evade his kissing attempts.
“(Y/n). Give. Me. My kiss.”
“N-nyo! No kisses for you, stupid.”
He gathers all of your hair with one hand and pulls taut, forcing you to be still. Your eyes widen in shock before giving him a very displeased expression. That hurt! Now you definitely won't get any kisses! your face seems to say.
You can tell he's trying to keep a serious expression on his face, by the trembling of his lip and quirk of his brow, before it eventually breaks out into a grin and a chuckle. He pecks you on the lips before resting his forehead against yours.
“I love you, (Y/n),” he whispers, eyes full of adoration for you.
“I don't,” you snap.
He jerks at your hair, a warning. His smile stays on his face, but his eyes become a bit darker. “Hey… that's not nice, sweetheart. Say it back.”
“Say what back?”
His other hand playfully slaps your butt, making you flinch and almost moan before you swallow it immediately.
“Say you love me back, sweetheart.”
Of course, you love him. He's your YAN, literally designed for you to love and be loved by. Eternally. Everything he does is to win your affection. To understand you in all the ways another human couldn't possibly do. His existence depends on you.
But with the house arrest and destruction of your prized possessions, you're feeling less inclined to follow his whims.
“You love me back, sweetheart,” you repeat.
He chuckles and closes his eyes, shoulders quivering, before throwing his head back in laughter. Once he calms down, he presses his forehead against yours again, letting go of your hair to pull you close into a very tight hug.
“I do love you. So so much. I love you I love you I love you I love you. You know that, right?”
You purse your lips. “Yesh?”
“You know I had to throw it all away. I can't have your mind be eaten away by… indecency.”
Ah, so he knows what he did wrong but he's not apologizing.
“What? All of my games are PG-13!” you retort.
“One of them wasn't… What was it? Gold Seelie?”
“Golden Sphere,” you correct him. “Only because of the violence. It's not like I was going to turn violent and start killing people!”
“Oh… Really?” he teases, looking over your shoulder, most likely at the broken dishes on the floor.
“Your fault,” you spit.
He scoffs. “Sweetheart, we're both adults,” he says with a condescending tone. “You shouldn't be blaming others for your tantrum.”
“Your fault,” you insist, crossing your arms.
"(Y/n), we both know that's not true."
"....."
He hums, contemplative. “M’kay. My fault. I'm sorry, (Y/n).”
“For what?”
“I'm sorry for taking away your video games.”
“And?”
“And?” he repeats, confused.
You struggle to turn yourself around his tight embrace, facing away from him with your back to his front. Those who get it, get it. Those who don’t, don’t get any kisses. “Hmph!”
“I'm sorry for… taking away the TV and all of the other electronics?”
That isn't it. “Hmph!”
“I'm sorry for… locking you in the house? It's for your own safety, sweetheart.”
You still feel annoyed at that, but that's not it either. “Hmph!”
“(Y/nnnn). Give me a hint. Please. I can't stand it when you're mad at me and I can't do anything about it.”
You sigh. “... Stupid, we're married, aren't we?”
“Yes? Happily, I hope?”
“And married couples are supposed to do everything together…”
You could practically hear a lightbulb go off above your husband, much to your satisfaction.
“Ohhh. Were you lonely at home without me? Did I take too long? I'm sorry, (Y/n). Must’ve been boring at home without me. I’ll take you with me everywhere from now. I love you~”
He litters several kisses on the back of your head and neck. You giggle from how they tickle, grabbing onto his arms.
“Hey,” he pauses, “You still haven't said ‘I love you’ back yet.”
You hum playfully.
“(Y/nnnnn).”
“Hehe, I love you,” you finally said, turning your head to give him a kiss.
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You push the broom and dustpan into his hands. “Your fault,” you state.
He chuckles, taking the items out of your hands. “I know. I’m sorry. Anything for you as long as you don’t divorce me.”
You purse your lips and squint your eyes, humming contemplatively.
A look of horror appears on his face. “S-sweetheart!?”
