“Hi!” Camryn panted, steadying herself with a hand on the door frame. “Thank fuck you’re here. Oh -” She had glanced up after taking a few deep breaths, replenishing her lungs following sprinting through what felt like the entire length of the space station to get from her quarters to Geoffrey’s – and only now noticed that he was top-naked, looking down at her with curiosity.
“Hello. Are you ill? Shall I call a medic?”
“Huh? No, I’m fine. I just ran here really, really fast. I tried your comms but you weren’t picking up.” She paused to gulp down a few more lungfuls and then tentatively let go of the doorframe, roaming her eyes up along his bare torso until she got to his face, where she was sure she saw a brief smug smirk cross his features. “Sorry if I interrupted anything.”
This time he was waiting for her when she came off her shift. He trailed her down the length of Bay 17, through the stretches of corridors that led back to Rec Space 12B, got momentarily distracted by a group of Fronigans using the station as a pit-stop on their way to the planet on a hen night, all clingy dresses and giggles and flirtatious looks, and almost missed her stepping into the elevator – but caught up in time to see which floor she took.
He pulled a scruffy folded map of the station from his back pocket and scanned over the diagram with his finger until he found the right number. The lower levels? Interesting – now he might be getting somewhere. Jareth took the next elevator down and exited cautiously, hoping the time between lifts had put enough distance between them that she wouldn’t hear the pneumatic doors hissing open and closed.
And this concludes what I currently have written of this one. More coming soon! My plot breakdown has everything figured out in 11 chapters, but this 'Chapter 9' occurs in Chapter 7 of The Plan, so maybe four or five chapters worth of content to go? Anyway, nothing lewd in this one, just innuendo and flirting.
Cam paced up and down the cargo hold of her ship, booted foot-falls echoing on the cross-hatch metal floor. She checked her watch again, sighed, leaned onto one of the railings, tapped her fingers, and then got up and started pacing again.
“Hello,” She heard Geoffrey's voice behind her and span on her heels. He was peering around the open cargo hold doors and carrying a bucket filled with cleaning supplies.
I think it's maybe a bit too tonally different to the first part, and not entirely sure I really like it, but here's what I've got (obviously still unfinished!)
“Do you have everything you need?”
We had left the party immediately, and Sebastien had driven me home to snatch up some belongings. I had stuffed a random assortment of clothing and my laptop into a rucksack and practically skipped back to the car where he sat waiting, not daring to stop and think lest my nerve left me.
“I think so.” I dropped my bag into the back seat and resumed my spot in the front passenger side. Of Sebastien Fae’s car. Me. My stomach vaulted.
To be finished at a later date, I guess! This ends before the smut begins, but there's some suggestive themes, mention of alcohol, and misogyny.
“Come on, Miss. Edwards,” My agent pulled at my elbow insistently. “This'll be good for you. I don't know what you're worried about!”
I swallowed back my anxiety and let Dean, my round, blotchy-cheeked, thinning-haired agent lead me up the gravel incline. My agent was taking me to a house party. It was in an expensive part of town that I'd heard about but never been to, and the house was a big white cube with large windows and a lovely garden, but there were people here. Lots of people in clothes more expensive than mine sipping drinks that I don't indulge in and gossiping about things I don't care about. Social anxiety curled its icy talons around my innards and twisted, squeezing out waves of panic that crested into the shores of my self-consciousness.
CW for full penetrative alien sex
“Hey, uh, I need to talk to you about something weird,” Cam flipped on the back thrusters and watched the junk-package sail off towards the wormhole.
“If it's about Wryk'ars – sorry, Ars – I don't want to hear it.”
She chuckled. “Naw. It's uh... It's about Jareth.”
“You want a threesome? I'm not really into it but he probably would be.”
“Eww! Gross! Like I'd sleep with him. No, look, I know you're joking around but it's kinda troubling.”
“Okay, okay. What's up?”
Cam sighed, leaning back in her chair and watching the station drifting closer.
“So I was with – Actually before I continue, I'll prefix this by saying 'not in that way', because I know you'll shriek otherwise – nothing happened. So I was with Geoffrey night before last.”
CW for forceful behaviour
Jareth sat at the cheap metal table and tapped his neatly trimmed nails on the tinny surface. The sound echoed through the quiet food-court with soft little tink-tinks. It was just after 2am – usually far too late at night for Jareth to not be wrapped up warmly in bed for a solid eight hours of beauty sleep, but he had been summoned by the great Draegan Black (or at least, associates thereof), and he would not be one to disappoint the great owner of his favourite fast food chain in the universe.
Context: https://pleroma.envs.net/notice/ARowcxA4JkVGOnD6iO
A Matrix user has chosen to slide into my DMs. They asked me “how does it feel to choke on that leftist cock”. ... In the interests of educating this highly intelligent Matrix user: can someone please explain to me how it feels to choke on leftist cock, in exquisite and verbose detail? Please. I want to help them find answers.
It was the most delicious cock he'd ever tasted. Sweet, like an exotic honey gathered from some rare species of flower that only grew on the east-facing slopes of a far-off mountain and bloomed at the break of dawn, petals drenched in sunlight, oozing pollen that clung hungrily to the bees in its eagerness to be supped.
No smut in this one, just lots of relationship building, tension, and bad puns
“Hello,” Geoffrey stepped into Cam's quarters, bowing slightly to her in greeting. “Is this a convenient time? I can come back if it isn't -”
“It's fine,” Cam waved him in as the doors slid closed behind him. “It's my day off tomorrow so I don't have to get to bed early.”
“Ah!” Geoffrey smiled, standing just inside the doorway. It was the first time she'd seen him since rushing off while they were hugging. Her cheeks flushed as she thought about it, and she glanced away quickly.
CW: m/f sex described in detail
Chapter 4
Geoffrey pushed the mop into the corner and wiggled it around. When he retracted it, the stain was still there. He frowned, dunked the mop into the bucket again, wrung it out, and then forced it back into the corner, working and twisting and rubbing it, pressing down hard on the mop shaft and really grinding it in there until he was straining from the effort.
When he pulled back this time, the stain had gone. He nodded to himself, and then set the mop into the holder in his cart and pushed the cart further along the corridor. At least this section was a little cleaner, he thought to himself as he dunked the mop, wrung it a little, and then slapped the dripping head to the steel floor.