#PLANTS. MAKE. NOISE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND. SHAKES YOU BY THE SHOULDERS. DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS COULD MEAN. WHAT IT COULD OPEN UP. AHHHH

[hungerpunch]

@chronodyne brought this news to the gc yesterday and i thought perhaps a few of you on here would enjoy it...

Listen carefully, and a plant may tell you it’s thirsty.

Dry tomato and tobacco plants emit distinct ultrasonic clicks, scientists report March 30 in Cell. The noises sound something like a kid stomping on bubble wrap ...

[evolutionary biologist Lilach Hadany] and her colleagues at Tel Aviv University set up ultrasonic microphones next to, but not touching, living plants. The team wanted to find out if the plants could generate airborne sounds — vibrations that travel through the air.

The researchers first detected the horticultural hiccups coming from plants set up on tables in the lab. But the team couldn’t be sure that something else wasn’t making the noises. So the researchers ordered sound-dampening acoustic boxes and tucked them in the basement away from the lab’s hustle and bustle. Inside the hushed boxes, thirsty tomato plants emitted about 35 ultrasonic clicks per hour, the team found.

Stressed tomato plants make distinctive clicking noises that can be picked up by ultrasonic microphones. In this clip, scientists condensed the sounds and brought them into the range of human hearing.

The plants’ short sounds were about as loud as a typical conversation, but too high-pitched for humans to hear (though dogs’ ears might perk up). And each plant species had a recognizable “voice.”

And tomato and tobacco weren’t the only plants that prattled. Similar sounds came from wheat, corn, Cabernet Sauvignon grapevines and pincushion cactus. “It is happening in so many different plants that grow in so many different environments,” says Ravishankar Palanivelu, a plant developmental biologist at the University of Arizona in Tucson who did not work on the study. “It seems like this is not a random thing.”

[full article on sciencenews.org]

[charliemwrites]

Part 5 of Obsessive!johnny

(CW: extremely dubious consent; I’d go so far as to say straight non-con. No violence. Please be safe, beans! 💕)

It’s your own fault - or no. That’s a dangerous way of thinking it not your fault. But you got complacent. Got desensitized to that looming sense of danger, the threat hiding in the shadow of his eyes. That little voice in the back of your head became background noise, not the guide it used to be.

All it took was a slip of your carefully crafted mask understanding Johnny’s “love” for you. Just one careless comment, a tone too honest.

You don’t even remember what you said now. Just that the feverish light in his eyes changed instantly. Like a shift in sunlight through colored glass. What frightened you was how his expression changed, shut down hard. His jaw tensing, brows going deceptively smooth.

“Is all this not enough for you?” he asks, taking big, measured steps towards you.

You start backing up, heart tripping over itself. “That’s not-“

“How many ways do you need me to prove it, hm?” he asks. “I’ve apologized a hundred times, bonnie, haven’t I? Is that not enough for you? I’m still not worth it to you?”

You put your hands up, all your carefully crafted and scripted responses fleeing in the face of this new, unfamiliar Johnny. He’s - he’s angry at you. Not because of you, or for you, but at you.

“I’ve been patient, haven��t I?” he continues, low voice wavering with something frightening. “Do you know how hard it is, seeing you cry for a life that wasn’t good enough for you? Do you have any idea how hard I’ve been trying?”

You swallow thickly, try to rally your scrambled thoughts. He just working himself up more and more and that voice that fell so quiet is screaming now. So loud it’s hard to make your mouth work.

“I-I know. I’m sorry,” you manage. “Im just… I lost my temper and said something I didn’t mean…”

His eyes narrow. “Oh, no, hen. I think you meant it.”

He up close to you now, barely a centimeter of space between your bodies. The heat of him is suffocating. You’ve never been so aware of how much bigger than you he is. It thrilled you when he’d loom over you at the bar, cocky confidence and easy smiles.

You meet his eyes.

And for a moment, he softens. You have the briefest golden flicker of hope.

And then he sighs. Deep and resigned. Your stomach flips.

“It’s my fault,” he mutters finally, shaking his head. “Haven’t been treating you right, have I?”

You don’t dare answer.

“Treating you like you’re one thing when you’re really everything.”

You open your mouth, try to speak, to reason with him. He just shushes you with a hand on your cheek, thumb pressing your lips closed.

“Always spoiling you like the princess you are, when sometimes you need to be treated like a slut.”

He jerk’s you around and shoves you onto the bed, plants a big hand between your shoulder blades and presses.

“Soap!”

“Hush up, baby, it’s alright. You don’t have to pretend to be all prim and proper,” he soothes, knocking your feet apart. “I don’t think any less of you for needing cock. Only natural.”

Your underwear rips like wet paper, accompanied by your high-pitched squeal of alarm. He makes a low, rough noise. Pure, animal lust. The fabric of his pants chafes against the backs of your thighs.

“Oh, there she is,” he purrs, “just like I thought.”

You cry out as rough fingers drag through your slit, gathering the slick you can’t believe is leaking from you.

“I’ve been so bad to you, bonnie, not treating you the way you need. No wonder you got all fussy and snappy.” The hazy thought that he might not he talking to you at all anymore burns through you. When you shift, trying to close your legs self-consciously, a sharp slap to your clit collapses your knees.

“We’re gonna set you right, babygirl,” he growls. “Won’t be able to worry your pretty little head anymore.”

He plunges two fingers into you without preamble. The stretch is vicious, but it doesn’t hurt. Not really. You’re too wet. Still, you scream - because Johnny’s spent so many hours playing with you, learning you, that he knows exactly where to press and curl and rub his fingers.

“Wait, wait,” you gasp, tears already collecting in your eyes because he’s being mean about it, twisting to grind his thumb against your clit. It’s too much, you’re not ready no matter what your body says. “Soap, don’t- ngh!”

“Gonna show you why you’re better off here. Right here. Gonna give this pretty cunt what it needs.”

The third finger is a stretch. You try to get away, try to crawl onto the bed to run, but he stomps a boot onto the chain around your ankle and flattens you to the mattress.

“Keep pretending if you want, baby,” he murmurs, “I know what you really need now.”

He’s withdrawing his fingers while you’re still pleading and babbling. You’re horrified to realize you don’t know if you want them back. It doesn’t matter though. Because Johnny’s cock is splitting you open before you can decide, thicker and longer than you’ve ever taken. He curses and groans as he pushes into you, inch by hot inch. Until you feel the fat leaking head tap at your cervix and he grinds, balls kissing your clit.

“T-too much!” you sob. “‘S too much!! Johnny, Johnny, please!”

Heat floods you as he shudders, hips jerking hard and rough. By your head, his fist is white-knuckled in the sheets.

“Did… did you just…?”

“Say my name again,” he snarls.

You blink wetly. “W-wha…?”

“Say. It. Again.” Each word punctuated by a brutal thrust. Something drips down your thigh.

“J-Johnny,” you keen, trying to beg for mercy.

“Jus’ like that.” He’s still hard. Still so fucking hard it’s like you’ve been edging him for hours. Like he didn’t just flood your poor pussy with cum.

“Been dreaming of you saying my name. Haven’t all this time,” he pants, rocking into you hard and fast. Any semblance of restraint is long gone. “Now I know why. Finally fuckin’ earned it. Gonna keep earnin’ it from now on.”

He fucks you so hard the bed leaves dents in the wall. Forces a hand beneath your pelvis to pinch your clit between two fingers and hurtles you shrieking into an orgasm. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause for a single beat. Just hitches your knee up onto the mattress and somehow fucks into your harder, faster, deeper. His fingers rub cruel circles into your oversensitive clit and you burn.

“No, no, wait, Johnny- ah! No, I’m gonna - it feels like-”

Wet heat gushes from you, spilling down your thighs, all over the bed and floor. You - you -

“Fuck, you squirted everywhere, good fuckin’ girl, princess.” He slows just a bit, presumably to appreciate the mess you’ve made. You’re too far gone on shock and awful pleasure to do more than sniffle and hiccup pathetically.

And then a death sentence.

“Do it again.”

[icyminghao]

the importance of spacing

pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader ft. joshua genre: fluff, drabble warning(s): none word count: 0.5k

summary: for some reason, seungcheol refuses to do the ‘spacing challenge’ when asked to do so by joshua. as his partner, maybe you’ll get some privileges…?

a/n: inspired by this live with joshua and seungcheol! do watch beforehand to understand the context <3

“Ah, just do it!”

“No, I don’t want to!” you’re interrupted from your reading time by the sounds of Joshua and your boyfriend bickering in the living room.

A soft smile breaking out onto your face, you close your book and get up to follow the noise.

“What’s going on?” you walk into the living room to be greeted with the sight of a sulky Seungcheol and an exasperated Joshua. The former lets out the cutest pout upon seeing you, while the latter starts whining, much to your amusement.

“y/n…” Joshua slurs, glaring at Seungcheol as he speaks, “I’ve been trying to get him to do the ‘spacing challenge’ for the longest time and he just won’t budge!”

You chuckle, moving to sit between the both of them on the sofa. Seungcheol immediately rests an arm around your shoulders. “You mean the ‘Ah, go away’ one?”

“Yes! I’ve only managed to get him to say ‘Ah, go away’, he refuses to say the next one,” Joshua replies frustratedly, and you turn your head towards your boyfriend in amusement.

Seungcheol looks sheepish, the tips of his ears adoringly red.

“It’s embarrassing,” Seungcheol whines, burying his face into your neck.

“You’re insufferable,” Joshua huffs, shaking his head in utter defeat as he gets up from the sofa, “I’ll go make Jeonghan do it instead.”

You watch as Joshua ventures out of the living room, and Seungcheol waits until the former enters Jeonghan’s bedroom before removing his face from the crevice of your neck to pout at you.

“Is it that embarrassing?” you jest, booping his nose as you try not to laugh. Seungcheol pouts even harder, and you reach up to ruffle his hair in endearment.

“What if I told you I want to see you do it?” you smile wider, and Seungcheol groans before planting his face into your neck once again. “Come on, baby, just this once!”

“You’re cheating!” Seungcheol whines, face still buried in your neck, “You never call me baby.”

He’s right. You’ve always liked calling him ‘Cheol’ or ‘Cheollie’. “Well, my darling, could you do the challenge just this once? For me?”

The tips of Seungcheol’s ears are furiously red now, and he whines a little before looking up at you.

“Okay,” he grumbles, moving to sit upright with a tiny pout on his face that you try your hardest not to kiss away, instead looking at him expectantly.

“Ah, go away,” Seungcheol makes a dismissive gesture with his hand as you struggle to not burst into laughter.

“I’m a baby~” your boyfriend presses an index finger into his cheek, and you engulf him into a bear hug, bursting into a fit of giggles. Seungcheol groans, his hands immediately wrapping around you like it’s second nature. “I told you it was embarrassing!”

“It’s not, Cheol,” you tighten your arms that are around his waist, looking up at him in pure adoration. Seungcheol huffs, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” you tease, “Why didn’t you do it when Joshua asked you to?”

Seungcheol raises an eyebrow at you. “You know, baby.”

“I don’t, actually,” you smile mischievously, “Please enlighten me.”

“Because he’s not you, baby. Obviously,” your boyfriend rolls his eyes playfully as you beam at him, reaching up to peck his cheek.

“Well, then, would you do it again if I asked you to?” you decide to tease him once more.

“I’d rather not.”

a/n 2: it’s been so long since i’ve posted something i’m sorry 💀 this is also like mediocre af i hope it was ok T-T

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Do you have any Kane headcanons?

I sure do! <3

Rating: T  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?•ko-fi•

EDIT: shout out to @reallyrallyauthor who has just posted some amazing headcanons too!

Smells floraly. It’s not an extreme/off putting smell, but it hits you every now and then. At first, you think it’s just his body wash or something, but pretty soon you work out it’s just him. (My brain is telling me especially like a Hawthorn scent for some reason.) 

Animals love him. It’s almost like they are hypnotised/drawn to him. Wild animals will act domesticated/docile around him. Pets will instantly bond with him. He doesn’t seem to bat an eye at this and just acts as if it’s completely normal. 

Once a grizzly bear came out of nowhere when you were both on a hike, despite the noise you had made sure you’d been making. You’d frozen, grabbing at Kane’s arm. But Kane had just cocked his head to the side and the bear had sat down peacefully. 

“It’s fine.” Kane had told you, voice even and quiet.

But when he saw your panic, he’d nodded his head to the side and the bear had walked off that way. 

He didn’t understand why you’d dragged him back to the car. “It was fine.” 

“Grizzly’s kill people Kane.” 

“We were safe.” 

“You can’t know that.” 

He’d looked at you carefully, as if you were a toddler trying to convince him you’d see a flying pig. 

He doesn’t like to shake hands when meeting new people. It’s unsettling for him, makes his skin crawl. But he’ll do it anyway once he learns about social niceties to try to fit in. However, he’ll grab your hand afterwards and squeeze it rhythmically to calm down and get rid of the stranger’s touch. 

He gets overstimulated easily in new situations around new people and will just shut down, not speaking and avoiding eye contact completely. His warning signs are subtle and easy to miss unless you’re paying attention. 

However, if you’re near he’ll find you and just say, “leave.” quietly. 

He also comes to you when he’s overstimulated, most of the time he’ll just bury his face in your neck to shut out whatever is causing him distress. 

Despite not liking touching strangers he is more than happy to touch plants, animals and inanimate objects. And you. 

In fact he rarely does anything without some kind of physical contact with you. Holding your hand or touching your arm or leg, putting his head on your shoulder, practically laying in your lap. He’s like a cat. 

Doesn’t like it when you’re upset. It’s one of the rare times you see an immediate reaction from him, even if he doesn’t understand what’s upset you or made you angry he’s doing whatever he needs to to fix it. To stop you from feeling pain. 

Someone once pushed you rudely in the supermarket and you frowned. Kane was one second away from throwing a punch. You had to drag him out of the shop and explain that that wasn’t an ‘appropriate response’. 

He has settled on being very vocal if someone is impolite towards you, just saying “Rude.” very loudly and pointedly while staring the offender down. 

People don’t like his stare. The one he only seems to use when something’s gone wrong. When someone’s trying to square up to him. It seems to stop them in their tracks and make them reconsider. Causes a little spike of terror in their hearts. 

He’s never used the look on you, only gazing at you quizzically or softly. 

He follows you around, a little lost at times. Needing to be in the same room as you. 

At first it was a little disconcerting. The way he’d climb into your bed in the middle of the night. How he once got in the bath with you (fully clothed and not understanding your shock). You never feel scared around him though, you know he’ll never hurt you. 

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♡ he takes care of you (1) | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: they take care of you when you have a headache

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 1.2k ♡ genres/tropes: fluff!  casual hurt/comfort ♡ mentions of/warnings: pain, pain meds, headaches ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ dedicated all my migraine homies </3 also lowkey not proofread it could be better lol ♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon

“are you feeling better?” he asks. jungwon pouts as he watches you shake your head, still squinting. you snuggle back up into the blanket, and further into jungwon’s side. the tv plays so softly, the sound might as well be off. jungwon has watched four episodes of whatever drama netflix recommended, understanding everything through facial expressions and subtitles. every half hour or so, he would check your tempurature, just to make sure it wasn’t something else. but you stayed cool–or warm?--and jungwon knew it was just one of those days. “don’t worry,” he whispers against the crown of your head, planting a gentle kiss as episode five opens to a melodramatic scene.  “i’ll stay right here for as long as you need.”

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung

he comes home to find you on the couch, under a blanket, in total silence. the lights are off and the tv, which is normally playing reruns of your favorite dramas, is silent. oh no, he thinks, a sad smile on his face as he gently pulls back the blanket. you rest, asleep, with a line between furrowed brows, headache plaguing you even know. heeseung takes one finger, lightly running it down your forehead to the tip of your nose over and over in slow, soothing strokes until that angry line fades away. heeseung can tell you still hurt, even in your sleep. it leaves a certain pang in his heart. he wishes he could take your pain from you, but since he can't, he settles for what he thinks is next best. heeseung places a warm, tender kiss between your brows. then, he pulls the blanket back up and sits on the other end of the couch, electing to read a book. he stays close, as close as he can, so he can always be there for you.

✧･ﾟ: * jay

when you came home, stumbling through the front door, leaving your stuff in a messy heap to disappear into the room you shared, jay knew what was occurring. he takes the time to stop what he's doing and sort your things–shoes on the rack, bags on the hook, keys in the bowl on the table by the front door. next, he grabs a small glass of cold water and some pain medicine. jay slips into the bedroom, which you've left dark and unlit. he can barely make out your figure curled up on top of the covers. he places his things on the side table and sits beside you on the bed. he rubs his hand up and down your back, and frowns when you whimper. "take these," he whispers, helping you sit up. after you've taken your medicine, jay wraps you in his arms, pulling you both down. he selfishly savors how you feel, snuggling into the crook of his neck. how lucky he is to be able to hold you and help you whenever he can, he thinks, kissing your temple. whatever he can do for you, jay will.

✧･ﾟ: * jake

he knows something is up from the way you squint when you laugh too hard, or take a moment to stare at the food on your plate you merely pushed around. at one point, you’re mid conversation, stumbling you’re way through a story, when jake reaches over and places his hand on top of yours. you don’t need to say anything–his look tells you he cares, and jake watches as you slump your shoulders and sink into your chair. “i thought i could just… think it away.” jake makes sure to laugh softly–he knows noises make it worse. you both stand and he holds you close, hand cradling the back of your head with fingers massaging your scalp. he walks you back to your room, where he dims the lights and turns on the fan. he makes sure the blinds and the curtains are shut before tucking you in safe and secure. “i’m sorry about dinner,” you mumble, already relaxing. “it’s okay,” jake assures, smoothing your hair back out of your face. “let me take care of you.”

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon

he feels awkward, not knowing whether to hold you or give you space, talk or stay silent. he feels like glass, and sunghoon knows you’re really the one in trouble, but he cares so much and overthinks everything he isn’t sure what to do. he’s so in his head, that when you call out to him from your spot on the couch, encapsulated in the cool darkness, that he jumps. “what’s wrong?” you ask, your voice low and tired. you’ve taken your medicine (he knows, he helped you), but sunghoon can tell you’re still in pain. he kneels beside you on the couch, taking one of your hands in both of his, holding them beneath his chin. “i love you so much, it hurts that i don’t know what to do.” painful honesty, but sunghoon feels relief when you smile, telling him to stay. he crawls onto the couch with you, a tight squeeze, but he feels better–and he’s certain you do too–with you firmly and safely in his arms.

✧��ﾟ: * sunwoo

it’s quiet in the car, aside from the air conditioning, sunoo parked it minutes ago, but you’re finally relaxed in your seat, eyes shut, head tucked onto your shoulder. he knows he needs to move you–don’t need to suffer a neck ache too. but after everything you went through? it warrants a small reprieve. “you don’t have to pretend,” he says, leaning over to move a strand of hair from your face. he kisses your forehead and whispers against your skin. “not with me, not ever.” you over a soft, albeit pained smile, looking up at sunoo through your lashes. his heart swells–you tried your hardest to make it through the evening and everything he had planned, but sunoo’s known you long enough–loved you long enough–to see through any facade you put up, no matter how shiny and pristine. sunoo smiles, kissing your cheek this time. he can feel you smile wider. “let’s get you safe inside, hm? i get to take care of you now.”

✧･ﾟ: * niki

at first, he’s nervous when you go silent on your side of the couch. it isn’t that far, but you feel miles from niki in your silence. normally, you’re both going back and forth in your banter, no matter the subject on tv. but about half an hour ago, you started getting quieter and quieter, to the point niki wondered if it was something he said, a line he crossed without even knowing it was there. but then, as he finally gets enough courage to look your way, he sees you with your eyes shut and snuggled into the back of the couch. sometimes, i get these headaches. and now he;s rushing to do everything he can remember–lights off, cold water, medicine, a blanket, and—you wrap your fingers around his wrist, and he freezes in his panic. “thank you,” you say with a smile, and niki is certain you can feel his racing heartbeat through his wrist. “for taking care of me.” suddenly, the panic has melted away, and a new nervousness washes over niki–a unique worry of how much he loves you, and how it’s so much more than he ever anticipated.

[pearlymel]

Short drabble | Blade angst to slight comfort | gn reader.

It's cold. The door is creaking. You don't mind the noise at first.

You turn to your side to look at the open window, the strong breeze making your skin shiver.

Just as you were about to move to close it, you gasp and freeze in place when you feel two arms wrap around you from your back. The feel of your back against his chest makes you relax your shoulders. No one would do that unless it's him.

“I’m exhausted.” Blade whispered in a low rough and raspy voice, his face falling to your shoulder. "I don't understand you," you shake your head, your head dropping just a bit.

You never understood this relationship with him. One moment he makes you feel like the most loved person in the world, vowing words that sound almost meaningless to you, then the next he leaves without a word, leaving for weeks even without informing you. But you can't find the will to leave either, so you let him be close to you.

His grip tightens on your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin. A mixture of frustration fills in you, "You don't have to understand," he replies, a hint of irritation coloring his words. Blade then carefully turns you around so you could face him, his index brushing a strand of hair that was covering your eyes.

"I just know that when everything falls apart, I need you. You're the only one who sees who I really am, flaws and all, and still accepts me.

"What do i get in return?" your voice cracks as you ask, The question hangs in the air, heavy and laden with unspoken expectations. Blade's gaze flicks up to meet yours, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and defensiveness.

"You get me." He sounds almost vulnerable, "This messy, broken part of me that's been stitched together with frayed threads." He whispered, his hands slowly slide up, thumbs tracing along the shape of your jaw.

"Isn't that enough?"

Your eyes almost water at his words, you would accept him in your arms again because you're just in love. Too in love.

"Then you leave me again, leaving to break my heart again?"

Blade's fingers still on your skin, hesitating for a moment. He pulls you closer to him, his body pressing against yours in a desperate embrace. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his voice muffled.

"I'm sorry." His voice sounds sincere, and you know it. You feel it.

You clench your jaw tightly, the tears running down your cheeks but you embrace him back.

"It's okay," you manage to speak, "everything will be okay. You can always come back to me." You reassure him, running your fingers through his hair.

"You're just—you're just there. Waiting for me to come back. Accepting me, knowing I'll leave again."

"I have nobody." Your voice cracks again against his hair, both of your hearts beating loudly. "One day... I will no longer exist." You say truthfully, and it's like Blade could feel his heart stop. "and you will be living on." You continue, his fingers tightening around the fabric of your clothes.

"Until then, when your wish is granted, i will wait for you in the afterlife. Maybe then, we could be together. Forever."

Blade's breath hitches, for once, he feels like his mind running in circles. "Don't say things like that," he mutters, "I can't bear the thought of you... not existing."

He pulls you closer, clinging onto you as if he could keep you tethered to him forever.

"I don't want to live without you."

"I'm sorry." You cry harder, the tears falling uncontrollably to the point you feel a lump growing in your throat. Blade shushes you, his hold on you still tight.

"No, don't apologize," he whispers, his voice firm yet gentle. He makes the move to plant a soft kiss on your forehead, "Until then, you're mine. Understood? Mine."

"Only yours, Blade." You manage to smile a bit despite your heart being numb.

"Please tell me everything will be okay." You plead, your hands clutching his chest now. Blade looks down at you, "It will be okay," he nods, his hands cupping your face. "I swear, things will work out." His thumb gently brushes against your cheek, wiping away the remnants of your tears.

His forehead then meets yours, eyes closing tiredly, "When it's bad, I'll come to you. I'll always come back to you. And you'll be there, won't you?"

"Always and forever."

[pricegouge]

Price but he’s ignoring you as you ride his cock like your life depends on it. Just…going through his paperwork like he’s unbothered that you’re gripping his cock like a vice

i changed it to him taking a phone call for horny related reasons

cw: amab reader. maybe a tiny little bit of a sissy kink if you squint. clit and cunt are used for genitals, though no gendered terms for reader themself. chastity device/cumming untouched. very brief daddy kink. yeah.

The worst part about it is you were fucking close. Between the angle and the way he pistoned up in to you, or the way his strong grip on your hips held you down against him, he was hitting that spot only he ever seemed able to reach just right, everytime, and you'd been on the verge of cumming all over him when his phone rang.

"John," you'd hissed when he reached for it, trying to swat at his hand. He'd just tutted at you, told you to be quiet like a good toy as he accepted the call, cock still burried to the hilt within you.

You play nice until you gather it's Laswell and pout when you realize it could take a while, though the way John never flags is encouraging. You let his grumbling wash over you for a bit, disinterested, and keep yourself entertained by stroking your hands over his hairy belly, trying to make the best of this unexpected intermission by using it to appreciate him - how handsome he is, how soft he's getting in his old age. It works until it doesn't, your wandering hands only serving to turn you on even more. So you can't be blamed when your hips give an experimental grind, swallowing him down impossibly deeper.

John grunts, gives you that patronizing look from under his bushy brow. He takes advantage of Kate's long-winded instructions on the other end to mouth one word at you - behave - before his gruff voice returns, confirming through the phone that he understands whatever it is she was saying.

Unlike him, you're not in such a listening mood.

When your pace picks up, John spares you exactly one disappointed frown, a single shake of his head, and then he's relaxing into his seat, free hand falling away from you to plant his elbows on his arm rests, sighing in frustration or annoyance or both as he tilts his face toward the ceiling, listening to Kate prattle on in silence, the working of his jaw the only indication he's thinking anything at all.

It's frustrating work. Without John's help, you can't mimick the strong, deep strokes he'd been fucking you with and your irritation only grows, even as you lean back, planting your hands on his desk to guide his cock toward your front wall, grinding your hips just right to make the bulbous head of him work against that spot that usually has your eyes crossing. It works here, too, forcing stuttered little gasps out of your mouth as you try to keep quiet (John doesn't seem to care about your noises, but you do - the tought of looking Kate in the eye next time you see her knowing full well she's heard what you sound like when you get off a mortifying prospect), but still it's not enough, not when you can't tug your clit for the cage he's had you locked in since morning.

Your hands find purchase on his arm rests first, the one hand covering his and attempting to gain his attention by squeezing the back of his meaty fist as you continue to ride him shallowly, working yourself back up. John just shakes you off, your hand skittering up his burly arm until you can plant it on his wide shoulder, your other gripping the forearm of the hand which cradles his phone before sliding to his bicep. He's still dressed, the thick material of his shirt stiff between your fingers because he'd been too eager, before. This touch he seems to accept, or at least doesn't care enough about to break his concentration as he continues to chat with Laswell. Suits you fine, his strong body perfect to lean against as you heave yourself off him, slamming back down with as much force as you can generate despite your knees being crammed up on his hips, his frame too wide for you to properly straddle him in this chair.

You finally get a reaction from him when you climb off, change position, turn around to straddle his wideset knees and grip his cock tight, stroking just to hear him grunt into the phone before lowering yourself onto him, cunt slick with more than just lube from the feel of it and all you need to carry on, the knowledge you're having an effect on him.

It's much easier to get a proper rhythm like this, your hips slamming down onto his when you lean back against him, hands braced on his armrests. John doesn't shake your grip this time, lets you grip his meaty wrist as you you use him, lets your head tilt back onto his shoulder. Briefly, you worry Kate can hear your panting, and then John you catch John's own stuttered breaths in your ear and you stop worrying altogether, too busy chasing the small huffs he lets slip when your cunt squeezes him like a vice - the only indication you're having an effect on him at all and yet still enough to drive you mad, a desperate little thing for his approval.

So when a proper moan escapes you - tiny but there, undeniable - and John's cock twitches within you, his facade breaking just enough you can feel it, you're done, cum leaking from your useless little untouched clit and spilling over the edges of your cage as you wind yourself down, cunt trying to milk John's cock for all it's worth despite his continued disinterest.

It's when you're slumped forward against the desk again, too sensitive and strung out to bother extracting yourself quite yet that you finally hear John sign off, the quiet chirp of the line disconnecting as he leans forward to place it on the desk next to you. He stays there a moment, cuddled close, the buttons of his shirt digging into your back while his heavy palms reacquaint themselves with your hips, fingers digging in as he regains his forgotten grip on you, cock twitching within your abused cunt.

"Done already, love? Selfish little thing, you. Daddy's turn. "

[sheepiemc]

Seven Stupid Reasons to Summon a Demon

Reason #2: drunk and can’t get home

CW: implied alcohol use (MC is drunk)

You’re on an empty street.

You don’t know what time it is but last time you checked it was definitely after midnight.

You concentrate and think and wonder what it is that you're supposed to be thinking about. It was definitely something important… you pat your pockets to look for clues, there's gotta be a reason you were thinking so hard in the first place.

You pull out your phone from its secret safe spot and check it for messages. Nope, just blackness. No juice… Juice… Blame it on my juice… Your eyes wander from your dead phone to the myriad of stamps and fluorescent paper wristbands decorating your forearms. The neon clashes with your outfit but the colors make you happy. Blame it, blame it on my juice! The song continues playing in your head and you start to dance.

Your feet throb with pain and all you know is you have to sit down right now. Normally you wouldn't dare to sit on a dirty street curb but your legs almost give out from under you before you can even think twice about where you are planting your ass. Ah, that feels so much better… but the sudden change in altitude makes your head spin. You put your head between your knees to steady the world.

You take a deep breath and hold it…

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7…

Why are you counting again?

Your lungs burn and you remember to breathe. You start to giggle uncontrollably. What kind of idiot forgets how to breathe? You look back down at your phone and something sparkly catches your attention.

It's the Harrison Porter keychain Mammon gave you. It's too big to be a phone Keychain but it's something you like to keep on you at all times. You absent-mindedly spin the keychain and watch it dangle from your phone. Your favorite idiot probably doesn't forget how to breathe… Do demons even need to breathe? They're so fucking weird already it wouldn't surprise you.

You keep giggling, shoulders bouncing, when a warm gold light washes the floor beneath your feet. You would've noticed it if your eyes weren't closed with how hard you were laughing.

A startled noise interrupts your thoughts and you look up to find your favorite idiot, standing right in front of you, with a worried look hiding behind yellow tinted glass.

You gasp and clumsily shoot to your feet, ignoring the throbbing protest of pain, and throw your arms around the demon, "Mammoney!!" If you didn't have his neck in a vice grip, you might've noticed his face reddening at the silly nickname.

"M- MC… were you just crying?" He asks warily. You can hear the concern in his voice.

You loosen your arms - but don't remove them from around his neck - and look at him. When your eyes meet his searching ones, you cock your head to the side and blink a couple of times. The gesture reminds Mammon of a dog trying to understand English. You touch a hand to your face to feel if any stray tears were rolling down but you catch nothing.

You return your hand back around Mammon’s neck and shake your head slightly, "I don't think so?"

"B- but you were sitting on the curb… a- and you were shaking?"

You turn your head to look over your shoulder and back down to where you were sitting. You take a moment to think about what you were doing just a moment ago.

"Hmmm…" You think audibly.

"Well, if you weren't cryin’ then what did ya summon me for?"

You turn your head back around to look at Mammon… What did you summon him for?

"And why are you in the middle of a street all alone?? What time is it?!"

"Ugh, so many questions…" you close your eyes and plant your forehead against his chest.

Time… time… You can check the time on your… phone! You pop your head up and check your phone!

Oh right… it's dead.

You show Mammon your blank phone. He grabs your wrist and inspects the stamps and bands.

"Wha- MC… are you drunk??"

"Whaaat? Pshhh, noooo I'm having fuuun…" you slide your arms from behind his neck and down his arms. You grab his hands and start swinging them. "The night is still young! Now that you are here, the party is just getting started!"

You let go of him and spin out into the empty street, dancing to music only you can hear. If your inebriated mind were paying any attention, you might’ve heard mammon whisper, "That explains it…" under his breath.

"Okay,” he says, louder so you know he’s talking to you, “maybe you can answer this: shouldn't you be out with friends? Where are they?"

You stop dancing and squint at Mammon.

"Friends? Some friends! They ditched me!" You fold your arms and pout at the memory just now surfacing.

You're new at work and you really wanted to make new friends. You overheard some co-worker’s plans to go clubbing this weekend and were excited by how fun it sounded. You asked if you could come along and they agreed politely, though with the way they were acting all night you really wish they had just said no from the jump.

"I was basically a third wheel until I was a fifth wheel, then I lost them in the third club…"

You feel an angry warmth radiating off Mammon as he practically snarls, "Those jerks… What if something happened to you out here?" You calmly approach and wrap yourself around his tense arms.

"Don't worry about that, now I have you to protect me, Mammoney." You press your cheek against his bicep and you can feel him tense again before he relaxes. You look up to him and see that cute dusting of red across his cheeks before he looks pointedly away from you.

You entwine both of your hands with one of his and pull him, "C'mon… let's go have some fun!!"

Mammon looks back at you, redness fading, and searches your face for something. You tug harder, letting practically your full body weight fall to the earth, with Mammon being the only thing keeping you from hitting the ground. You try to take another step back when a sharp pain prevents you from going any further.

You cry out and Mammon quickly pulls you into him. He fully supports you with a hand against your lower back. You look down at your feet. Man, they hurt. You let out a small whine and Mammon sighs.

"As much as I would love to go out with you right now,” he says, reluctantly, “I think it's time for you to head home…"

"But I wanna partyyyy," you look up at him and whine again.

"You can't even stand up on your own."

"SO true bestie…" You slump against him, cheek pressing to his chest. You hear mammon softly chuckle and mutter, "I'm supposed to be the irresponsible one here." He lightly pushes you off him so he can shift around with his back facing you.

"Alright, let's go."

You sway on your feet and cross your arms in protest. "BUT I'm too heavy!" He looks back at you from over his shoulder, grinning wolfishly.

"Need I remind you, you are talkin’ to THE great Mammon, second -most POWERFUL Avatar of Sin in the Devildom! And you ain’t nothing but a puny human." He crouches down so you can climb on his back much easier. "Now, c'mon! We gotta get you to a bed… and some water probably. When's the last time you had water, huh?"

You drape your arms over his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist. He stands up, lifting you with no effort at all. You tighten your arms around his neck and close your eyes. Comfy…

Mammon chuckles. Oops, did you say that out loud?

"Alright, human, where are we headin'?" He says with so much affection, your heart swells.

Until you process what he says and remember you have no idea where you are or where that is in relation to where you live. Your eyes shoot open.

"UHHHH…"

"Whaddaya mean 'UHHHH'??"

"WELL! I UBERPOOLED HERE! And My phone is dead!! You know how bad I am at directions!!"

Mammon sighs in frustration. "How the hell are we supposed to get you home…?" He asks, more to himself than you.

"Well! Can't you do some Devildom magic and just whoosh us right over there or something??" You reply indignantly.

"Ya know teleportation magic is kinda a big deal right? And even if I could right now, I don’t even know where ya live!"

You blow raspberries, deep in thought. You didn't even know your address that well because you had just recently moved. Curse your shoddy memory!

Mammon sighs again and starts walking, which startles you out of thought. "Woah, what-"

Before you can finish, Mammon interrupts, saying "Might as well pick a direction and start walking. Beats standing around doing nothing."

"Wait, wait, wait…" you bring a hand to your forehead and start rubbing, activating the memory juices. Maybe there's something Solomon taught that you could use?

"Oh! Let me try something!" You stick out the hand that wears the ring of light and concentrate on home.

"MC… what are you doing?" Mammon asks.

"Shut up, I need to concentrate. Trust me, I saw it in a movie once."

"Movies ain't very realistic, MC."

You close your eyes and ignore him and think think think: about home, where you're most comfortable, where you can be your true self and not have to hide any facets of yourself.

You open your eyes and are actually surprised when you see a red line shooting out of your ring… and pointed directly behind you!

You laugh triumphantly! "SEE! It worked!"

Mammon looks impressed for a second before rolling his eyes dramatically and turning around, "Well, ya got lucky this time but don't expect things to work out the way you want them to just because you want them to."

You pshh him dismissively before noticing that as he turns around, so too does the line pointing home.

"Uhh…" you move your hand around and notice that no matter where you move, it always points to where you're standing.

"Hold on, lemme down." You let go of Mammon as he crouches to let you off his back. You take a step back from him and realize what the line is pointing at.

You slowly circle Mammon and start grinning like a fool when you step out in front of him, holding out the hand with the ring. The thin red line points directly to the center of Mammon’s chest. His eyes widen as they trace the line to his chest and his eyebrows attempt to leave his face altogether. He looks back up at you and the red on his cheeks spreads all across his face, down his neck and to the tips of his ears.

“MC what-” he sputters.

You burst out laughing and quickly cover your mouth. “Oh that’s so cheesy, I love it!” You just can’t help the giggles that escape.

Mammon scoffs and looks to the side, attempting to hide his blushing face behind his hand. You run up to him and wrap your arms around his middle and rest your cheek on his chest.

You close your eyes.

You can hear his heart thumping.

“You’re my home, Mammon.”

“I mean- of course, I am. I’m THE-”

You shush him, “Nooo, nope, don’t say it- let me savor this moment before you ruin it.”

Mammon chuckles softly and wraps his arm around you. He clears his throat and says, “As cute as that was, it doesn’t get us any closer to getting you to your… apartment or whatever.”

Your eyes shoot open again.

“Oh yeah,” You pull out of his embrace just enough to look down at the ring on your hand. “Maybe home was too vague… I guess the ring in the movie also pointed to a person rather than a place.”

You think apartment? But the ring doesn’t point away from Mammon. Hmmm… bed? Still nothing.

“OH!” you say out loud, “what about my sweet little boy, my prince??”

Mammon looks at you incredulously. “Who???”

“My cat!!”

Right before you close your eyes to concentrate, you see the relief in Mammon’s face as he quietly says, “Oh…”

You picture his fuzzy face in your mind, his cute whiskers, his soft paws. “Hey, it’s workin’!” Mammon says as the line starts to twitch. As you get more excited about seeing your little bean, the thin red line gets stronger.

“Alright, let’s goooooo!” Mammon picks you up bridal style and takes off running. You shriek and laugh, holding onto his neck and shoulders for dear life, knowing he would never let you fall.

[astyrial]

if only life was different atsumu miya x gn!reader (angst) synopsis: you have a tough conversation with atsumu word count: 1k warnings: storm, break up

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    you fumble with your thumbs, your feet planted on the playground flooring. the sky is starting to darken as clouds roll into view. atsumu is late... again. just like he is every time you try to see him. you purse your lips, grabbing your phone and checking the time, 7:58. nearly thirty minutes late. 

  in an attempt to occupy yourself once more, you kick your feet against the ground, swinging yourself. you move with the wind and let your thoughts consume you. should you break up with him? he loves you, you love him. but is it even working out anymore? he's always late, doesn't show any effort. 

  "i'm so sorry," the only voice to free you from the invasive thoughts clouding your mind, atsumu's voice. 

  your feet hit the ground in an attempt to slow you down, your head whipping towards the noise. atsumu gives you a sympathetic smile, his chest heaving as though he just ran miles. "practice ran late again and then everyone wanted to try osamu's new recipe... and it's just an excuse. i'm sorry."

  he makes his way towards you, holding out his hand for you to grab. you shake your head, keeping your hands close to the swing's chains. atsumu's eyes narrow inwards, his mouth shaping into a surprises frown. you nod towards the swing next to you, "have a seat atsumu, i think it's time we discuss the elephant in the room."

  "what elephant in the room?" atsumu attempts to lighten the situation, a dry laugh ringing through the air. 

  you sigh, your eyebrows arched as you look completely defeated, "can you not joke right now, atsumu? you left me alone for thirty minutes. i've been sitting here for thirty minutes. this happens nearly every time we try to get together, can't you see that? can't you see that i'm not remotely happy about this?"

  atsumu's mouth instantly opens, as if he has some quick witted, irresistibly amazing response. however, instead of saying anything smart, he nods. he twists his swing a little so he can look directly at you. "i'm sorry. volleyball is just really taking up my time right now, along with college. i mean, you get it, you play sports and go to school."

  "babe... atsumu, i was here on time. i've always been on time no matter the practice, no matter the test," you shrug your shoulders, not knowing what to say to him next. what do you say to someone who loves you, but doesn't care for you?

  he looks off to the side, his knees close together, his body hunched over. the clouds finish covering the sky, little raindrops finding their way to you. you go to say something to him, to tell him that you should get going. however, you can't seem to free yourself from the swing. 

  you're stuck because you haven't said everything you want to say. you can't leave without some kind of closure. "at this point, there isn't much you can say to change anything, but why? why couldn't you respect me? my time?"

  you look towards him, your eyes searching his. the amber color mixing with the deep reds you missed in him, creating a beautiful rosé mask. atsumu shrugs his shoulders, his arms wrapping around his chest, "i don't know. i know you don't want to hear it, but i don't know."

  "i love you, y/n, i love you so much. you gotta understand that. i want to be with you, i wanna be the one you stay with," he finally looks up at you, really giving you the time of day you craved from the volleyball superstar.

  "you think i didn't know that atsumu? the presents, the extravagant shows of affection? it's clear you're at least infatuated with me... but i never wanted any of that. i wanted a partner who treated like an equal. like someone who isn't some back of the mind promise," you feel the rain picking up, your shirt beginning to gather large splotches of water.

  atsumu doesn't say anything more, his jaw clenching. his body aches to hug you once more, to run his hands down your arms until they reach yours, kiss every inch of you. but now you sit with your body facing away from him, your face contorted into one of sadness. 

  you stand up from the swing, figuring it was time for you to leave, "i think you know what's happening now, we break up, we go to our respective homes. and probably cry. i do love you atsumu, but i think it's time we part. it's just the end of the line for us."

  he instantly stands with his, his body just a foot away from yours. his eyes welling up with tears. "can i hug you goodbye?" you feel a tug to say no, leave before he ropes you back in. however, you simply nod, your arms open.

  it takes him only a mere second before his arms are wrapped around your torso. you can feel his hands gripping at your shirt, his chin digging into your shoulder. a desperate part of you holds onto him, your arms wrapped around his neck. 

  the rain begins to pelt the ground, the tree branches swaying with the storm. you close your eyes and for minute imagine a different story. one where the two of you went out into the rain on purpose. to dance and have fun because that's how you are as a couple. you're perfect for each other. 

  yet when your eyes open to look at the world around you, it couldn't be farther from the truth. "it's really getting dark, i should get home now," you whisper to him, the sentence crackling a little as you clear your throat. 

  "oh. yeah, you're right," he mutters, letting go of your shirt and taking a few steps back. 

  you grab your car keys from your pocket, a sigh flying through the wind. you look at him one last time, "take care of yourself atsumu, like really take care of yourself.”

  a rumble stops atsumu from saying anything, his mind shouting at him to say that he wants to take care of you too. the two of you working together to better the world and yourselves. however, he instead gives a nod, watching as you walk to your car.

[lostonehero]

What remains after eternity

Did you get what I hinted at?

They've been back in New Texas a year. The gods decided to let them relax for a moment as they adjusted their bodies to deage them because, like hell, they would let them die. Thomas is the oldest, only by 6 minutes, who was humming along to a recording of his father. Thankfully, the five of them managed to get a job at this museum while the fucking deities fix the pesky problem of aging. Thankfully slowly so it's not as painful as last time.

"Hey fuckface." Mae comes up from behind slapping the back of Thomas's head. "Did you hear the news?"

Thomas huffs. "Nice to see you too, Sallie Mae." He turns to face his twin. "No? Aren't you with Alex? You know how they get when left alone."

Mae rolls her eyes. "Alex is fine. There's some massive commotion right by the edge of town. Something about a giant ship landing."

"So? It's not as if we don't get no visitors. The museum is popular." Thomas crossed his arms.

A woman runs between them. "Fuck you guys! Fucking shit!"

"Damnit, Janet, I told you to stay with Alex and Trevor!" Mae huffs.

"The ship! The fucking ship!" Janet takes a breath she ran as full pace to them. "It's the fucking Aurora!"

Mae and Thomas stare at her.

"Ex fucking scuse me?" Thomas looked around to the empty museum floor which only happened at closing. "What the fuck do you mean it's the Aurora?"

Mae shakes her head. "No impossible, that ship was destroyed, and dad was the only one left. I don't give a shit what this museum claims. We all fucking know dad left because that inspector came and picked him up. He wouldn't leave for any other reason."

"Mae's right. The gods would have to get involved to make him leave. If it's him I'm eating my fucking hat." Thomas huffs. "Might as well see what the fucking hype is."

Janet scoffs. "I know damn well what I saw, Tommy. We've seen the impossible." She starts to head back, and her two older siblings follow.

.......

"So what is this important thing you want to share with us?" Nastya raised her brow.

Jonny stares into the curious crowd that has formed about their ship. "You'll realize once I take you there." He frowns and reaches out to hold Tim's hand. "It's not exactly something I have ever shared. I don't even think this museum they built has that information."

"Sad?" Tim's voice was quiet as he was relearning to talk.

"Bittersweet." Jonny sighs. "I'm happy it happened. I'm not happy how it ended."

Tim nodded seemingly understanding, but it was hard to tell as he regained more of himself it was a very slow process.

"Sand Skipper, whatever it is, we'll all be here for you." Valerie ruffles her hair as she steps out barefooted on the burning hot sand.

Marius pats Jonny's shoulder. "I wonder what your museum is like. Did you tell them to call you captain?"

Jonny elbows Marius, but there's a smile on his lips. "Fuck you. I ain't as full of myself as you."

Lyf chuckles, pulling Marius out of the ship. "For once this is a moment I can appreciate my species is practically extinct. I would die from the embarrassment alone for having a museum dedicated to myself."

"I would love that inspector. It would be my personal sanctuary." Marius's nose bleeds red as Lyf punches him in the face, but there was a slight green tinge. "Oho, are you flirting?"

"Fucking shit Jonny look at what you started." Ashes snickers. "Also, your shadow has already wandered off into the sands."

Jonny blinks, staring at the spot Tim was in. "How the fuck does he do that?"

"My theory is the plants." Carmillia sighs. "Mostly because I literally don't understand how they work."

Raphealla tugs Carmillia along. "He still doesn't know what it means to make noise."

Jonny shakes his head. "Ivy?"

"I'm going to grab every book they have on you." Ivy says quietly, walking out of the ship.

"Of course you are." Jonny shakes his head and is the last one to leave Aurora. Brian left silently, giving him a hug. He should probably find Tim first before he shows everyone the memorial cave.

........

"Like Jonny." Tim's voice was incredibly soft.

Trevor and Alex both shriek in surprise.

"Fucking shit. How the in the world did you sneak up on us?" Trevor rubs his face. "Wait fuck me, you're Gunpowder Tim."

"Just Tim." Tim tilts his head staring at the two.

Alex was the odd one with both a male and female set of horns and mixed features, but she obviously takes after Jonny, both of them do. "Ok, just Tim, what are you doing?"

"Look like Jonny." Tim seems to be studying them.

"Right, well, we should." Alex looks to Trevor, who just shrugs. "Why are you here?" They try to ask again.

Tim tilted his head. "Museum."

Trevor raised a brow. "You mean the D'ville museum?"

Tim nodded his head and smiled. "Husband museum."

"He does view you as his partner." Trevor smiles softly. "Alright, you're lucky we work there."

"Yeah we'll show - what the fuck!" Alex slaps Tim's hand off their tail. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Don't get lost." Tim pauses and frowns. "Don't want to get lost."

Alex takes a breath. Something was clearly wrong with him. They knew better than to pry, and he seemed actually scared to get lost. They groan and hold their tail out. "No pulling."

Tim lights up. "Ok!"

Trevor raised his brow at his sibling. "Seriously?"

"Oh fuck off something is clearly wrong with him." Alex huffs. "Besides, there has to be a reason they're here. He can't be the only one on the ship."

"Well, I know that, but still." Trevor sighs. "I know that's a sensitive issue for you. I can just let him grab mine."

"No, it's fine." Alex crosses their arms as they move forward. "He's obviously way too out of it to truly hurt me, and I can defend myself. You're here too, so I'm not worried."

Both look back at Tim who seems completely unaware that they are talking about him.

"Right.... yeah, I really don't think he's a threat. Also, what's up with the greenery?" Trevor looked over Tim, who was wearing a sleeveless version of his trench coat and jorts. He didn't have shoes on and both knee that human feet aren't made for the blazing sand.

"I have no clue. Anyway, we're here." Alex stops, and Tim nearly crashes into them.

Tim points at the building. "Museum?"

Trevor nods. "Yeah, this is the museum. Hopefully, Thomas is here to figure this out, or even Mae."

"Janet fucked off before this ass showed up, so I highly doubt she would be help." Alex turns and yelps in shock.

"Jolly Good, You Made Friends Tim." A wooden being in uniform salutes.

"Hi TS." Tim waves.

"I thought dad made that up." Trevor blinks.

"Mae told us she saw it, but I didn't believe her." Alex shakes their head.

"Nastya Asked Me To Find You On Behalf Of Jonny." TS grins.

Trevor and Alex stare at each other.

"Da- D'ville is here?" Trevor stares at the wooden creature.

"Husband is here." Tim smiles. "I went faster than him."

"You Share Similar Features To Jonny." TS marches forward. "Keep Up Timothy. We Have Much To See."

Alex rushed forward. "W-wait, we work here. We can show you guys around."

"Jolly Good." TS smiles.

Trevor clears his throat. "We can start at the beginning and move from there. It's a lot, so please do follow along and stay close."

Tim nods and holds onto his tail.

Alex mumbling. "Ok, he does that to everyone. I feel less gross now."

.......

"Hey." Ashes stood over the three talking among each other who were looking at Aurora.

Thomas spins around. "Hello!" He glares at his sister's who giggle at him.

Ashes looks to Nastya next to them and raised a brow.

"Don't look at me. You wanted to ask the locals." Nastya rolls her eyes. "I wanted to know what they were planning with Aurora."

Mae snickers with Janet.

"Fuck off both of you." Thomas huffs and his tail lashes behind him. "We ain't doing shit to your ship."

"Not that he can. Ass can't even figure out how to fix a table." Janet snickers.

"He fucking set a toy set on fire." Mae starts to laugh. "There wasn't even any electricity."

Thomas groans. "You both are fucking useless. I'm going back to work."

Ashes smirks. "Where you work, kid?"

"The fuck you calling a kid?" Thomas narrows his gaze at both who are clearly much taller than him.

"You obviously." Nastya rolls her eyes.

The two women stop laughing.

"Relax, Thomas, we ain't here for trouble. We work at the D'ville museum." Mae sighs. "Most foreigners always stop there when they visit anyhow."

Janet shrugs. "We can show you both if you want. It's nothing spectacular if you don't enjoy history." She nudges Thomas.

"Yeah, yeah." Thomas cracks his neck relaxing. "What are you guys even doing in New Texas? It's not exactly a great tourist trap. Most species can't handle the heat."

"I'm normally cold, so this is a much needed change." Nastya smiles. "Why talk so lowly of this museum? I've heard many amazing things D'ville has done to this planet."

"Because it ain't special." Thomas rolls his eyes and marches forward. "We know for a fact that D'ville never wanted a museum and wanted his legacy to fade to dust."

"As everything dies except him." Mae continues. "What's the point of saving it if death forgets you?"

"The people should be smart enough to not fuck up and repeat past mistakes." Janet has a small smile. "And if not, burn it down and start again."

Ashes hums. "Have you practiced that?"

Thomas snorts. "It's a bedtime story. We grew up on them."

"It ain't nothing." Mae clicks her tongue. "The people here will tell you the same shit."

"If yer local the memorial is where you actually visit to be respectful not the fucking museum." Janet crossed her arms. "Everyone should know that."

"They ain't local." Mae elbows her. "Besides, I highly doubt they want to visit a graveyard."

"They could be into that." Thomas shrugs.

"We are not." Nastya says as curiosity eats at them.

"You literally fuck Aurora." Ashes scoffs.

"And?" Nastya rolls her eyes as they reach the museum.

Valerie was outside smoking, seemingly waiting for Jonny to join her. "Everyone else is inside minus my boy. It seems the tour guides have drummed up quite the spectacular show." She looks up, staring past Nastya and Ashes. She nearly drops her cigarette. She easily covers her shock and takes a deep inhale, and blows out smoke.

"Fucking shit they promised no grand shows without us." Thomas rushed in leaving his sisters behind.

"He always gets pissy when he can't lead." Mae chuckles. "However, it's been a while since we've put on a show."

"A show?" Ashes looks bemused.

"Stories, tales to be told, history laid out to behold." Janet motions with her arms. "Entertaiment for the gods and beyond."

"Weather you believe it or not, it happened, and history bares the ugly true of time." Mae continues. "So welcome to the tragic show, and even with endless time, happy endings are near impossible to find. So sit, relax, and don't leave till the tales are finished." She chuckles. "We should probably join them. You three are welcome to watch." She grabs Janet's hand.

"Yeah, come on, it's always good fun." Janet smiles and heads inside with her sister.

Nastya blinks as shock washes over her. "I... you.... they..."

"No fucking way." Ashes stares mouth agape.

Valerie smiles. "I'm a grandmother." She heads to the door. "My sisters are going to be pissed they refused to come."

.......

Jonny frowns as he enters a cave just a ways off from the museum. Something was wrong. This place shouldn't have been touched. He set traps that he knows would last thousands of years. He made his way deeper into the cave to find the memorials. What he didn't expect was to find it to be lived in.

At each of the names he carved lay a makeshift bed. There was a collection of personal items by each bed. And Jonny felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw items that he knew he gave to his children. There was a banner hanging that read. "God's are letting us rest but won't let us fucking die. Our humble home."

Jonny can feel tears stream down his cheeks. They were alive, they vanished because of some bored deities fucks, but they were still alive. The stuff.... oh fuck the stuff. It was worn, yes, but from use, not abandoned time. Oh fuck that means.... he had to get to the museum.

........

The crowd goes wild as the five finish.

"See, I told you." Thomas smiles wide.

"Told us what? We were doing fine without you." Alex rolls their eyes.

Trevor sighs. "You guys weren't even here at the start." He motions to the crowd. "They came without you."

"You wish pea brain." Mae sticks out her tongue. "Ain't that right, Jan.... where did Janet go?"

Thomas scans over the crowd and shrugs. "Who knows, probably to get snacks or something. She's the motherly one."

"No, that's you." Trevor playfully tugs his horns.

"Maybe she just had to fucking pee? Don't make a big deal about it." Alex sighs. "Speaking of which, what bathroom am I feeling today?"

"They aren't even divided by gender." Mae scoffs.

"Oh fuck off." Alex snickers.

Valerie approaches the four. "That was quite impressive."

Thomas pulls to the front. "Thank you, ma'am. We've had a lot of practice."

"I can tell. What's your name, young man?" Valerie smiles.

"Thomas, my twin sister is Sallie Mae, but she goes by Mae."

Mae waves and smiles seemingly studying Valerie.

"Next is Alex. Their full name is Alexander, but they perfer Alex."

Alex smiles and nudges Mae. "It's rude to stare."

"She looks like dad." Mae whispers back.

Alex pauses as their eyes widen. "Bullshit."

"After that would be Janet, but she slipped away, and the youngest is Trevor, but he happens to be the tallest, which compared to other species isn't tall." Thomas chuckles.

Trevor shrugs. "I don't need to be tall. I just need to be taller than you asshat."

Thomas pushes him. "Oh, shut up."

......

"You are way too big for me to carry you." Jonny says but still holds his daughter in his arms. "Do you guys like to give me a heart attack?"

"Can't you've got a ticker." Janet giggles through happy tears burying her face in her father's shoulder.

Jonny chuckles. "Oh, you've got my wit still. Where are your siblings, you little monster."

"Ah! You missed us performing." Janet, let's go and stands. "Dad, holy shit we have so much to tell you. The gods are a bunch of fucks but that doesn't matter."

Jonny sighs. "Use the bathroom first."

"I don't have to."

"Yes, you do. Why else would you split off?" Jonny gives a knowing look as his daughter stomps off to the bathroom and returns after she finishes.

"Don't look so smug." Janet huffs.

"I'm allowed to be smug. I'm your father, and I'm right." Jonny chuckles as Janet hugs him again.

"Yeah, yeah." Janet grabs her father's hand, and they run off to the main showroom.

Valerie was talking to Alex. "Your horns are quite impressive."

"Oh, thank you, it's not that impressive. I merely identify as both of our parts yaknow how it goes, our bodies adapt." Alex shrugs.

"Oh, I understand. I just never seen such a perfect example like yourself." Valerie chuckles as Alex lights up red.

"W-well, thank you." Alex goes to ask about Valerie's scars when a loud crack silents the room.

Thomas was laughing as he shook his head. He ran full force, and his horns collided with his father's. "Fuck." He stops and pulls Jonny into a tight hug.

"Still got that thick skull of yours." Jonny chuckles, patting his back. "Come on..." He stops as that crack alerted the others, and he lay under the co.bined weight of his five kids. He chuckles. "Aren't you lot a bit too old for this?"

The five giggle.

Valerie walks over and smiles. "Seems like you've got your hands full, my little Sand Skipper."

Jonny manages to squirm out from underneath. "Alright, spawns line up." He smiles wide, watching his kids scramble to their feet and line up in age order. His crew was behind him, curious, waiting with baited breath. "These are my children, different parents obviously, but they are all mine don't have those marks anymore but ya know."

"Five times." Valerie smiles and pats her son's back.

"No three times, these two fucks decided to fight for first place." Jonny points to Thomas and Sallie Mae.

"I won." Thomas chuckles until Mae elbows him in the stomach.

"That's what you get for bragging." Jonny smiles. "Ain't ya learn to be humble by now?"

"He ain't." Trevor snickers.

"He's just a mother hen." Janet smiles.

"Eh I told you fucks to take turns." Jonny crosses his arms never losing his smile. He shakes his head and turns. "These are my kids. Apparently, the gods have taken a liking to them and refuse to let them die. Guess we got that in common. Don't you say a fucking word you awful cunt of a doctor."

Carmillia opens her mouth, and no words come out as Valerie puts away her smoking gun.

"Again, you have to teach me how to shoot that quick." Jonny shakes his head. "Anyway, this is my mother, the actual first mechanism, and your grandmother. And this is my crew, and a former space cop."

"Asshole." Lyf mumbles with no real bite still in shock from the fact Jonny has children, and they love him. Also, the fact that apparently he gave birth to them, he was in no way prepared to learn that about the man.

"That is Lyfrassir Edda, as you know from the bifrost, and Yog Sogoth special little man." Jonny snickers.

"Again you're a fucking dick." Lyf rolls his eyes. "How the fuck did you even have kids?"

"New Texans are a hermaphrodite species. We have both working sexes. Our horns present on what gender we prefer." Alex raised a brow like this was common knowledge. "How long have you've been traveling with my dad?"

"Wow, there a bunch of yous." Nastya smiles. "I like them."

"That is Nastya." Jonny smiles. "Next is Ashes. They can tell you how to run an empire and hoard gold for tax purposes."

Ashes tips their hat. "You're going to have to teach me how to do that smokey eye, Trevor."

"It's actually genetic, but thanks?" Trevor shrugs.

Jonny sighs. "Their asking how you get your eye markings to pop."

"Ohhhhh yeah I i can teach you." Trevor nods.

"I want to test all of them." Raphaella is held back by Lyf from going forward.

"I will gut you." Jonny scowls. "That's Raphaella. Stay away from her lab. Yes, Mae, you can stab her if she tries anything, but no biting."

Mae crosses her arms. "That just ruins the fun of it."

"That goes for Marius as well. He is actually poisonous, and it will kill you." Jonny points to Marius who waves.

"Is that the same Marius that made you grow mushrooms in your mouth?" Thomas asks, looking over at Marius.

"Yes." Marius smiles

"Weird." Thomas hums, and Marius deflates.

Lyf snickers.

"Now the one with red hair and not at all suited for this environment is Ivy. She's going to probably steal your journals." Jonny shrugs.

"I will give them back after they are uploaded to my archive." Ivy replies emotionless.

"I Am The Toy Soilder." TS salutes.

"You're still as creepy as ever." Mae frowns.

"Thank You." TS smiles.

"Our pilot, drumbot Brian, who is now not entirely metal but bio metal due to the gods keeping him as a pet." Jonny motions to Brian, who waves.

"Do you still have the switch?" Janet smiles with curiosity.

"No?" Brian raised a concerned brow.

"Damn, that would have been cool." Jannet snaps her fingers.

"And finally, this is Tim, my husband. He's still recovering, but he can talk again and answers to his name." Jonny smiles softly as he could at Tim.

Tim smiles. "Babies?"

"Tim, they're adults." Jonny sighs. "It's a."

"Your babies." Tim seems to correct himself.

Jonny seems to light up. "Yes, they are my babies. Tim's recovering, as you can see, there isn't anything quite like human cruelty." He pauses. "You fucks can move I ain't your keeper."

Jonny's kids giggle and begin to crowd around Jonny.

......

"What happened to Tim?" Mae sat next to her father.

Jonny frowns and leans back in his seat. Tim was sitting with Trevor and Janet. Alex was talking to Ashes, and Thomas was in a debate with Lyf and Marius. "As I said, humans are cruel creatures. He's recovering from the removal of toxins and uranium removed from his brain, preventing it from properly healing for thousands of years. He's slowly regaining his memory, and Raphealla just gave him back his voice, but it's not.... I'm trying to adjust and wait."

Mae leaned on her father's shoulder. "That sounds like something you hate."

"Well, I've changed. I fell in love with you guys first."Jonny smiles softly.

"I think marriage is supposed to come before kids." Mae elbows, Jonny who chuckles.

"Since when do we ever do anything properly?" Jonny sighs. "So is what Janet said true? These deities really stopping you guys from aging and dying?"

Mae nods. "Yeah, picked us off as soon as however turned 25. That's why we disappeared." She frowns. "For what it's worth, none of us wanted to leave."

"Well, kids are supposed to branch out from their parents." Jonny smiles, brushing a stray lock out of Mae's face.

"Since when do we ever do things the normal way?" Mae smiles back gently, headbutting her father.

"I suppose you're correct." Jonny smiled, pulling her into a half hug. "So tell me of your travels."

"I think the weirdest thing was seeing a you before us. Also TS is really fucking creepy. The gods don't excatly care about timelines." Mae smiles. "You were a real violent prick."

"Of course I was." Jonny hums. "And TS grows on you."

"I don't like that." Mae makes a face.

Jonny chuckles.

........

Tim was following Alex around, not saying anything, but it was obvious what he was doing. He was humming something that only made sense to him.

Alex sighs and stops, and Tim crashes into them but doesn't fall. "Why are you following me? Look, dad already explained whatever is going on with you, and I get that it sucks but why are you following me?" They growl.

Tim tilts his head. "Jonny's baby." He points at Alex.

"Yes, Jonny is my father." Alex pauses watching Tim get frustrated. "That isn't what you meant." They sigh. "Come on ill help you find my dad."

"No." Tim crosses his arms, and the vines seem to move and twist. "I'm Jonny's husband."

"Yes, and I'm happy for you two. Haven't seen dad happy with someone in a long time. Or, like ever, to be honest." Alex raised their brow as Tim grabbed their shoulders.

"My babies now?" Tim stares down at them.

Alex pauses a moment for it to register. They smile softly. "Oh, dad doesn't like to share."

"My babies?" Tim seems to be getting excited.

"Sure, why not? Second dad, then I uh Whoa." Alex breaks out into a wide grin as Tim picks them up.

"My baby now!" Tim grins walking off carrying Alex.

Alex is giggling as Tim carrys them into the next room.

Thomas raised a brow, spotting the two. "So what's up with that?"

Brian pauses and follows his gaze. "I really don't know, but they both look happy."

Thomas sighs, approaching Tim and Alex. "What did y- fuck."

Tim has adjusted Alex on one shoulder and put Thomas on his other shoulder. "Babies."

Alex starts to laugh.

Thomas red faced. "W-what? Put me down!"

Brian can't help but smile. "Hey, Tim what are you doing?"

"Jonny's babies, now my babies." Tim smiles brightly.

Alex laughed harder.

Thomas groans. "I appreciate that you want to take us in, but we are adults and just put us down. We have a dad already."

"My babies now!" Tim grins. "Gonna collect."

Brian sighs and smiles. "Tim you can't carry all of them."

"Babies!" Tim marches forward.

"I don't think that will stop him." Alex sighs.

"This is humiliating." Thomas groans.

Brian follows them along. "I, for one, want to see how this goes."

Trevor snickers spotting the three. "Oh, are you two in time out? This is fu- Ugh." He lets out a soft groan being thrown on top of Thomas. "What the fuck?"

"One of us!" Alex giggles.

Thomas sighs. "You are way to fucking happy with this."

"Babies!" Tim giggles, not slowing down in the slightest.

"I... is this how humans adopt?" Trevor sounded incredibly confused.

"The fuck if I know, but dad's gonna be pissed, and I for one can't wait to see that." Alex chuckles. "I think he thinks that we're his now because he's married to dad."

"So that means he's going to carry us?" Trevor huffs.

"To be fair, I thought he would collapse by now. Dad always talked about how skinny he was well is." Thomas sighs.

"If he collapses, we're going on top of him." Trevor sighs. "Oh hey Brian."

Brian waves. "I want to see where this goes."

"All aboard second dad train!" Alex pumps their fist, not paying attention as Janet is scooped up and on top of her. "Fuck."

"Hey guys, so why are we being carried?" Janet hums, holding down a bag of chips. "Want some?"

"Why are you fine with this?" Thomas huffs.

Janet shrugs the best she can in her position. "I know Tim's mind isn't all back, and he seems happy. Also, I can't wait to hear what dad has to say about this."

"Am I the only sane one here!?" Thomas groans.

Trevor chuckles. "You're just anti fun."

"Am not. He's going to hurt himself." Thomas sighs. "Just because they can't die doesn't mean they can't get hurt."

"To be fair to Tim, he hasn't actually broken a sweat, let alone stop." Brian muses.

"Tim hasn't sto - Ah." Mae barely has a chance to register as Tim scoops her up. "Why are we being carried?"

"Babies are mine now!" Tim smiles wide.

"That doesn't really explain this." Mae blinks in a bridal carry.

"Tim married dad, so he is claiming us as his own kids or babies." Thomas rolls his eyes.

"I honestly thought he would collapse with two of us." Alex grabs the chips from Janet.

"I wonder how much he can actually carry now." Trevor muses.

The sound of Valerie laughing is heard. She is cackling bent over.

Jonny stares. "Tim put my children down."

"My babies!" Tim smiles wide.

"First, they're adults." Jonny sighs. "And they aren't yours." He shrieks when Tim grabs him with a vine and holds him up as well.

"All mine!" Tim smiles.

Valerie laughs harder.

"Fucking put me down! For fucks sake Tim." Jonny huffs.

"No." Tim hums.

Jonny's kids start laughing.

Brian takes a few photos.

:Aurora chat:

Brian posted a picture.

Ashes: When the fuck did Tim get shredded?

Ivy: This is actually cute.

Lyf: That's really adorable.

Marius: now I miss my kids

Lyf: you had children?

Ashes: What the fuck

Marius: I adopted, and they died in the civil war regardless kids went first yaknow taken out and shot.

Nastya: That's really depressing

Lyf: I'm gonna find you now.

Raphealla: that's really fucked up.

Ashes: yeah fuck it I'm joining you two fuckheads

Brian: the more I learn about your life on your homeworld the more I want to blow up an actual planet like Tim.

Valerie posted a picture of Tim with all of Jonny's kids and Jonny on top laying on top of him.

Valerie: All my children in one place. Also, Marius, I'll make you some stew with a nice warm mug of tea.

Marius: fuck yeah stew

TS: I Have Joined The Pile.

......

"So I've been meaning to talk to you." Thomas leans against the wall of the cave. "You're Yog Sogoth acolyte, or whatever you call yourself."

Lyf furrows his brows. "What?"

Thomas raised a brow. "The god picked you and made you immortal. You're not the only one of them yaknow. We're actually waiting for them to be fair. Think this is the first time they've dropped us off here to deage us slowly? Nothing but toys to those fucks but eh we got to see our father again so it ain't that bad. Real tempted to take his offer to join yaknow, but someone has to keep the four others from killing each other."

"There's others like me?" Lyf blinks stunned.

"Yeah, did you think there was only one god? I mean fuck there's the god killer running around the stars and you think there's only one? Fuck I would kill to meet the god killer." Thomas shakes his head. "Can't reverse what's been done yaknow, you'll be alive till the end of time itself, so will everyone else. Hopefully, the gods keep us around. We can spend that end with our dad."

"God killer?" Lyf frowns. "There's a person like that?"

"I know it's a woman, but besides that, she's impossible to track, but the gods adore her even with a name like hers." Thomas sighs. "So what are your plans for eternity?"

"Figure out what the fuck it means to be an acolyte." Lyf frowns. "Stay with Marius and the others. How long do you guys stay here?"

Thomas shrugs. "It really depends on how old we are when we are dropped off. We were in our 70s, and now we are approaching 25 again. Normally, the others are here within the first decade to chill and spend time on New Texas while they wait for us to deage."

"What's it like getting older?" Lyf crosses his arms.

"Peaceful. I like the gray hairs I get, but it never lasts." Thomas motions to head back deeper into the cave. "Come on, we've got enough stuff. You guys can stay here with us as long as you like instead of going back to Aurora."

Lyf nods and follows him deeper into the cave.

Jonny is nodding off next to Janet and Mae. Tim was using his legs as a pillow. Marius was on the other side. He made a nest of the blankets and pillows he was given. Valerie was reading a story quietly to Trevor and Alex, who were doing their best to stay awake to listen.

"Lyf, join me." Marius whines. "You belong in my nest."

Thomas raised a brow.

"Don't ask, his species apparently nests when expecting or in heats, and he has been doing that for that past decade and can't explain why his behavior changed. Raphaella thinks it's his body healing, mistaking it with child, or he's horny. At this point, I can't tell you the answer either." Lyf sighs.

"Huh, I thought our friends were the fucking weird ones." Thomas pauses. "I really thought dad was exaggerating."

Lyf shakes his head, heading close to Marius, and he is grabbed and put in the nest. Marius is purring loudly latched onto Lyf.

Thomas wanted to ask healing from what, but he decided that's a question for tomorrow.

.......

Hands nudge Jonny. He huffs and screws his eyes shut tighter. "Is anyone dying?"

"Well, no.. but." Mae stops.

"Is anyone violently ill?" Jonny sighs.

"Well, maybe." Mae pauses.

Jonny sits up, raising a brow. "The fuck you mean may-" his ears twitch finally hearing a soft haunting melody from a violin. He could feel his stomach drop and bile rise in his throat. "Mae, wake your siblings and get them out."

"Dad?"

"Sallie Mae, listen to me. Wake up your siblings and get out of this fucking cave." Jonny's tone didn't leave room for am argument as Mae rushed off waking everyone.

Besides quiet confusion, one glance at their father made them line up and out of the cave.

Tim sat up, confused. "Violin?"

Jonny watched Lyf slowly wake up. He rubbed his eyes.

"Marius, I told you this is an awful way to wake me up, especially after everything I told you." Lyf yawns nudging Marius.

Marius stops playing and smiles, staring at Lyf. "Hello there, I'm Marius Von Raum. Who are you?"

Lyf swallows. "Marius, this isn't funny."

"Do I know you?" Marius pauses. "I'm waiting for my friends."

"No, no, no. No!" Lyf snaps as a rainbow static fills the cavern, killing every living thing in its path.

Jonny wakes up to singed clothes, and thankfully, nothing else is ruined, there wasn't even blood stains. "Hello?"

A haunting violin begins to play.

The sound of Lyf crying is heard. "F-fuck. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean to... Marius, I'm sorry. I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you like always."

Tim tilted his head. "Marius is sick."

Jonny nods. "Yeah, he is." He gets up. "Come on, I have to make sure my kids didn't get caught in the crossfire."

Tim nods and grabs his tail, and follows him out.

.......

Valerie raised her brow. "Why are you five up and outside at this time in the morning?"

"Why are you?" Alex retorts.

"Nightmare, and to use the bathroom." Valerie crossed her arms. "Now tell me again why are you out here?"

"I woke up dad because Marius was playing his violin and didn't stop. Dad told us to leave, and so we're waiting." Mae sighs.

Valerie frowns. "Shit." She lights up a cigarette. "Lyf isn't going to handle this well."

"What do you mean?" Janet raised a brow before jumping back as a rainbow static shoots out of the cave, thankfully not hitting any of them.

"That mostly." Valerie sighs. "Lyf has no control of his powers when strong emotions take hold, and he's been practicing using his powers as well. I ain't certain, but Marius probably is gone again."

Trevor frowns. "He did mention something about a bioweapon."

Everyone is silent as Jonny stumbles out with Tim. The haunting violin follows the two as Lyf is directing Marius to exit.

[marfsnok]

Random draft from around end 2022, maybe january 2023 even? Not checked/ proof read for spelling mistakes.

He sat on his knees, one hand holding a herbal while the other held a plant of some sorts. A straw basket to his side. It is night, occasionally the sound of an owl could be heard alongside other things. It's  dark, but despite the lack of light within the forest, he could see as good as he would in broad daylight. He nods nods, confirming that the plant in his hands is indeed the same one from the book, he needed this one. He puts the plant inside the basket, toghether with the other ones he foraged. He stands up, picking up the basket and pulling the straps over his shoulders, wearing it like a backpack. The basket is around the size of the 5'5 males torso and it was basically filled to near the top with different kinds of plants.

As he were about to leave to forrage for his next plant, the leaves behind him started to rustle, making him turn his head to where the sound came from.

"T-the wind?" He mumbled, suspicious of the sudden noise. His hands sneak towards the small shovel on his hip, ready to use it as a weapon if he needed to. Seconds pass with nothing happening, he felt relieved. Maybe it really was the wind? No, small animal even? He did hear owls earlier didn't he? He puts hid gaurd down, putting the shovel back on his hip.

Something, no, someone popped their head through the leaves which in return made the boy scream loudly. His back now against a tree, gripping it tightly as he just stared at the person that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The person made brief eye contact with him, her violet eye investigating him thoroughly. Looking him up and down with a raised brow. He just stares back at her, unblinking.

She glides down, her bat-like wings that were attached near the lower end of her back spreading far, landing safely on her feet. She walks up to him. Her sickenly pale skin showing well in the dark, contrasting the darker surroundings alongsides her pink, purple and yellow tricoloured hair. He didn't know what to do, staying still out of fear and mainly confusion. She didn't seem to bear any malicious intent, just interested in him and he could understand why.

"C-can I help you?" He asks in a low and soft voice, the wind going by as he asked it. To the other, she heard nothing, as she wasn't able to hear him due to the wind as well as him speaking in a to low of a tone that even if you were to stand right next to him, you'd hear nothing but a grumble. A few moments pass, with the girl finally standing in front of him now. She seemed to be around his age, or maybe  a bit older. He himself is in his later teen years, physically at least. He couldn't quite tell if the stranger is the same.

"Huh, you're not goint to bite me, are you?" She asks with with a grin, her sharp teeth showing. The question felt both understandable as well as an ironic to him. Since the other is so obviously a vampire. He shakes his head, "No, I-I'm not." He could feel himself calming down, his fear replaced with caution towards the girl. He still felt scared, the feeling still lingering as he wasn't exactly sure if she really did mean no harm, though he could guess that she simply is just interested in him. Or more, in what he is. She pats him down, hands gliding over the skin on hid arm and staying there. Pressing down with her thumb and making circles. He felt cold to the touch, his skin is not a shade of orange nor red, but blue. A greyish blue. One of eye seemed to be a orange jewel and the skin on one side of his mouth seemed torn or ripped.

A zombie, she knew that from first glance and it's why she is so interested in him.

[missterwild]

Mother's day

Gwydion entered The Rose Thorn with a sigh, slinging their bag off of their shoulders when they reached the counter. They felt overwhelmed from their day. There had been too much noises, too much light, too many smells.

Way too many questions as well.

Mother’s day had been coming up and, as much as they tried to avoid it, they’d been asked about their plans. As much as they wanted to stay polite, a few people had still pushed them when they answered that they didn’t have any. Why couldn’t people just accept that and leave them alone?

They washed their hands and fell heavily in the chair behind the counter, letting their forehead rest on the cool wooden feelings. They let the feeling spread through their whole body as they steadied their breath, using the techniques Kassja had helped them develop.

They heard the woman’s steps get closer from the storage room, but didn’t bother looking up. She gently tapped on the table to greet them, lowering the music’s volume. She addressed a smile to them and spoke in her mellifluous voice.

“Hey,” she pulled a chair and sat down in front of them. “How was your day?”

Gwydion stuck his thumb down, their forehead still resting on the counter. They didn’t have the energy to put everything into words at the moment and knew that Kassja could still understand them anyway. A small, compassionate smile crept up on her lips as she leaned back in her chair.

“You know you can tell me about it any time,” she told them kindly, running her fingers through her hair.

They took a deep breath and let a sigh escape from their lips before lifting up their head and propping their chin on their forearms. They hesitated, their gaze wandering around the shop’s main room. The soft lights filtered through the windows and colourful hues of the flowers and other plants were quite comfortable for their eyes, contrary to most other environments.

“It’s just…” they started, blinking tears away from their eyes. “Mother’s Day is coming up,” they muttered.

Kassja understood what they meant without needing to explain. She looked at the university student and pulled out an apple from what seemed like thin air but Gwydion noticed that she’d had an apple flower between her fingers that bloomed and matured into a fruit in the span of a few moments. She put the fruit on the table and they picked it up, fiddling with it.

Their focus was on the apple as they rolled it in their hands, finding the words coming to them more easily now.

“People, even those who don’t usually pay attention to me, have been bothering me a lot today. They can’t seem to fathom that some folks don’t really do anything for that, or even that it might bring up bad memories.”

They continued to play with their apple as they talked, venting out their thoughts and feelings. “It’s been bugging me all day and I- I didn’t feel like I should’ve told them, ‘cause it’s none of their business and they probably would’ve thought I was lying anyway… but I kind of feel like maybe I should have, just so they’d leave me alone…”

They looked up to see Kassja shaking her head, making sure they were done speaking before giving them a verbal answer. “You don’t have to answer any questions you’re not comfortable with. These people aren’t owed anything from you just because they’re curious.”

Gwydion thought on her words for a minute before putting on a small smile and nodding. They held their apple in both hands, using it to keep themself grounded as tears formed in their eyes. The florist brought a hand to cup their cheek and caressed it with her thumb. With a smile, she spoke to them, her voice full of affection.

“Why don’t you eat up while I go back to get our tool,” she suggested, “and when I get back, you can help with the rest of today’s tasks.”

“Thanks,” they nodded and brought the fruit to their mouth as she walked to the storage room. Under their breath, they couldn’t help but add: “mom…”

[astrolo-t]

Safe and Sound

Pairing: Ellie x Reader

Word Count: 2.2 k

Warnings: Cursing, Description of a Panic Attack, Reader has The Anxiety, I proofread but there's always the potential for typos

A/N: Hey hey. I’m writing again and it’s fun except for the part where a drabble becomes 2k. The prompt was ‘B finds A having a panic attack on the floor of a public bathroom and shows them various breathing exercises to help calm them down.’ Also, I listened to ‘Personal Cathedrals’ by Aly & AJ while writing this so check that out if you want the vibes. The exercises described are some that I actually use and they can help! And uhhh yea? Hope someone enjoys.

Most times, when Dina asked you to come out, you’d say no. Well, never just no because that was healthy and part of setting boundaries and all that. Instead, what you did was perfect the art of coming up with excuses.

Oh, I have homework to do, sorry.

I promised my brother I’d babysit.

My cat isn’t doing well right now.

You didn’t even have a fucking cat. You just didn’t want to go out. This time around, it also happened to be a particularly bad week for your mental health and your anxiety was being more problematic than usual. You were overwhelmed with work, family, friends, and just life in general. Just the thought of the entire process you’d need to go through in order to go out, made you feel that much worse.

There would be the part where you spent hours psyching yourself up to interact with people you didn’t know, nor like, and even people you did. There would be the whole ordeal of finding a cute outfit, then hating how it fits and wishing sweatpants were acceptable to wear on a night out. Even now, amongst all the vibrating bodies of the bar, you wondered if it was too late to text Dina and tell her your Lyft driver suddenly got a flat.

You hated that you couldn’t be like them. Enjoying the music, the energy, the colors, and lights. All you wanted to do was head home and finish reading your latest book recommendation. Enemies to lovers. Sapphic. AND it was getting spicy. With a sigh you remembered where you were, standing at the entrance searching for your wavy-haired friend.

You eventually spot her seated on a stool at the bar where she was waving you down to join her. Heading over to her, you realize she has 4 shots in front of her, all a very familiar caramel color. Frowning, you say, “Now Dina, you know I don’t mess with dark liquor.”

She rolls her eyes, “It’s one shot babe. Also,” those same eyes travel up and down your figure, nodding in approval. “You look fucking hot, which is perfect because I wanted you to meet my friend tonight. Super nerdy. Huge asshole. Just how you like 'em. Her name is El-”

“Dina!” Stopping mid-sentence she sees Jesse over your shoulder and he greets her with a kiss to the forehead. “Hey you.” She smiles and before you know it, they start doing that thing they do where they forget anyone else is there. You admire the easy smile Dina wears and the way Jesse looks absolutely enamored with the girl in front of him.

Inwardly you deflate a little more because eventually, you’d like to have something like that with someone. Someone caring and loyal, that understands your sense of humor and doesn’t think it’s weird that you name your plants after your favorite characters. Someone who doesn’t need you or complete you, but rather they choose to be with you because life is just that much better with you in it. Someone who cuts out all the noise and makes you forget everything else but how safe and sound they make you feel. Shaking your head you look around the room and back to Dina and Jesse. You suddenly feel…out of place and maybe a little lonely.

Though you’ve just arrived, you want to leave. But that’s not an option you’ll give yourself, no. Instead, you tell Dina you have to use the restroom, racing toward the secluded space before she can ask if you want her to go with you.

Once safely inside the restroom, you head to the sink, clutching the counter and taking a deep breath, shutting your eyes tightly in the process. Get it together. It’s just a few hours and then you can leave. Be a good friend. You will the knot in your chest blocking air to just disappear because you cannot fall apart in a public restroom. Absolutely not. Unfortunately, your body and mind do not sync and you feel the familiar burn of tears welling in your eyes.

“Fuck!” you yell to no one in particular, angry at no one but yourself at this moment. Opening your eyes causes the tears you’d been holding in to drip over your hands, the drops drawing your attention to your knuckles which have gone white from how hard you were gripping the porcelain. Letting go, you take a step back to drop down against the wall perpendicular to the sink and curl in on yourself, lacing your fingers over your knees.

You’re ok. You're ok.

Repeating this to yourself, you ignore the familiar feeling of your throat closing up. You’ll get through this. It’s just one night. Dina will be happy and you won’t have to feel guilty later on. You’re ok. You’re ok. You’re ok.

But I’m not. I’m not ok.

Just then, you hear someone step into the restroom. You keep your head down on your knees, hoping they’ll just ignore you. Nothing to see here. Just me, your local fucking trainwreck. However, instead of ignoring you they immediately stop their stride, noticing you there on the ground.

“Hey…” the voice starts hesitantly, “are you ok? Do you need help?”

You open your mouth to answer but all that comes out is a choked sob.

“Woah woah hey ok-”

You hear the sound of someone quickly stepping in front of you. Opening your eyes you’re met with a pair of worn black and white converse. Slowly you raise your head, your eyes trailing up a pair of jean clad legs until they meet green ones. Such eyes belong to a girl with auburn hair pulled into a bun, a few strands framing the left side of her face. With a furrowed brow, she looks concerned and maybe a little unsure.

“I-I c-can’t.” You shake your head, “I can’t” is all you can get out before your breathing starts to quicken even more.

The girl immediately drops down to sit cross legged in front of you.

“Shh, alright, ok. Listen, can I see your hand?” She asks in a voice so low and feather-light, almost as if she was afraid to scare you.

You hesitate, your lips turned into a frown before shakily unlacing your fingers to offer your right one to her. She takes your hand, turning it palm side up. Then, she begins drawing on your hand with the tip of her right index finger; it’s a shape you recognize as a rectangle.

“So basically, you inhale on the shorter lines and exhale on the longer ones. Try this with me?”

You try to follow, taking a few shaky breaths before becoming frustrated when you’re unable to match hers. You move to take your hand away, but she holds onto it.

“Hey, just…look at me? Please?”

Your tear filled eyes meet green again, noticing the sprinkle of freckles that fall like snow all the way down to her lips. You watch her mouth as she breathes in and out, and slowly you find your breathing matching hers; the finger on your hand keeping time. After each breath, a little more doubt and fear is released. Time slows, and finally, your heart rate begins to ease and that huge lump becomes smaller and smaller.

“See? There you go. You’re doing perfect...” She says with a soft smile on those lips as she continues to draw while you breathe.

“My therapist she uhh- she calls this rectangle breathing, which sounded really stupid to me at first….” She shrugs before continuing. “but it works. For me, most times I try just playing my guitar or describing things in the room. You know…until I can breathe again. For example,” Her eyes wander up, looking just past your face. “Your earrings are gold and shaped like stars. ” She visibly swallows and licks her lips before continuing. “Your eyes are…” Fucking beautiful, is what she wants to say. Because even with tears in them she is startled in the best way by your gaze.

“Anyways,” She says suddenly clearing her throat. “you can describe things in detail like that or just point out random things like-” She scans the room before her brows scrunch together in disgust and she shakes her head, those few rebellious strands of hair shaking with it. “how these bathrooms smell like ass and there’s definitely a used condom on the floor in the first stall.”

Your eyebrows raise up, eyes following hers over to the stall, and there it was. A condom that was most certainly…used.

Now that’s fucking gross.

She laughs and it’s then you realize you’d said that out loud. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Every time I let my friends choose the bar it’s always a little suspect honestly. I have much better taste.” She says with a grin.

“Where-” you clear your throat, voice gravely from crying, “Where would you have picked?”

“Dunno, but definitely somewhere more….” she closes her eyes and feigns being in deep thought “fuck, what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Fun? Clean? Gay?”

“Yes that's the one-” she says without missing a beat and you actually let out a giggle and she joins you laughing. “While I would definitely feel more comfortable at a gay bar - right now I’d much rather be at home. At least tonight.”

“That’s fair. I mean…who says you have to stay? You’re under no obligation to.”

“This is true, but I always feel like I’m letting people down because of my inability to just…be a person.”

The girl nods thoughtfully, “Hey I get it - but the lady I’m paying to make sure I don’t lose my shit says you can’t pour from an empty cup. Gotta take care of yourself and all that, which includes not coming to shitty bars when you’re not up to it.”

You nod your head slowly, feeling somewhat scolded. But she was right, unfortunately. “You always this blunt with strangers?”

She chuckles a bit before lifting her gaze from your interlocked hands to meet yours, “Just the pretty ones who I happen to meet on the restroom floor.”

“Charming.”

“My name is Ellie but hey, I’ll take it. ”

You look at her horrified, using your free hand to wipe any leftover tears in your eyes, “I actually can’t believe you just said that.”

“Oh come on, you liked it. You smiled. You’re smiling now.”

And she was right. You were smiling. She’d stopped drawing on your hand a while ago. But there it was still clasped in hers, her thumb rubbing against your palm absentmindedly. It felt warm, and safe. And yea ok, maybe you did like it. Maybe you did like this girl who had been so sweet and attentive with you just moments ago and yet now flirted with you so brazenly. “Hey…you wanna get out of here….?” She trails off, waiting for you to finish her sentence.

“Y/N.”

Ellie smiles at that and says again, “You wanna get out of here, Y/N?”

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Jesse and Dina had drunk all four shots and maybe a bit more by the time you and Ellie find them again. Dina is laughing at something Jesse said - probably not that funny without the influence of alcohol - when she sees you two approach. She seems confused and then even more so when her eyes come to rest in between the two of you, where Ellie’s fingers lay laced through your own.

“Y/N,” Dina starts slowly, almost questioningly. “this is who I wanted you to meet. This is Ellie. But I see you’ve already made acquaintances.” She said pointing an accusatory finger directly at your laced lands. You move to unlace them, embarrassed, but Ellie just holds on and gives them a squeeze still staring at Dina. “We’re gonna head out Dina.”

Dina looks shocked sharing an incredulous look with Jesse before turning back to you. “Well, damn that was easy.”

“To talk, D. Somewhere where we can actually hear one another.”

“Yea go ahead and talk. Jesse and I love talking, don't we?” She smirks up at Jesse who just shakes his head and chuckles.

Ellie simply rolls her eyes at your mutual friends, tugging on your hand and when your eyes meet her own she says, “You with me?”

And you were. You didn’t know it then, and you wouldn’t know it for a long time but, you always would be. Ellie had come into your life and grounded you with her soft whispers and careful touches. She came and stayed despite seeing you at your lowest, because she chose you. And you chose her and always would, again and again.

She was your solace. Your stillness. Your safe and sound.

[fang-wife]

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loft music | tamaki amajiki

➳ tags ;; mean!reader, sub!tamaki, teasing, mild humilation, degradation, unprotected sex, the petname bunny n fucktoy, sweet lil ending, there’s only one bed, oh no!

➳ wc ;; 2.4k

➳ a/n ;; speed wrote this shit at 6am and it’s currently 9am. i haven’t slept...

edit: reposting cause it didn’t show up in the tags </3 

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He thinks you’re joking most of the time.

It’s to be expected of someone like Tamaki - all nerves, fear, anxiety. He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to believe someone like you actually means all the flirty things you say. Certain you’re making fun of him, he tries his hardest to let the commentary slide off his shoulders like he needs it too.

But it’s hard. You make him feel so frazzled. It’s so hard to pretend he isn’t bothered by your too close touches, the warmth of your breath, the feeling of your body pressed against his when you hold his arm on patrols. It’s like he knows - deep down, that you’re doing it to mess with him. He knows that you’re doing it to see him frustrated because you make that face when he squirms. It’s so evil and so mean and humiliating -

and so unbelievably arousing. It makes his breath catch in his lungs - his stomach twist and turn. It makes his entire body burn with desire and he hates it. He feels uneasy when he sees you - not knowing what thing you’ll do to string him along like before. There’s a restless that you’ve grown inside him - planted in his heart and lungs that he finds inescapable. He’s more afraid of it when you’re not there, on the days you don’t bother him at all.

He can’t understand himself. Why he’s so disappointed when you’re partnered with someone else on patrol. Why he goes home feeling extra miserable when you haven’t said something to push his buttons. It makes him feel like a puppy waiting for it’s master - downtrodden and depressed without your attention.

There’s the jealousy too. That bitterness in his mouth when that new rookie clings to your side with doe-eyes. It made him sick to see you pinch the newbies cheek with any kind of affection - ruffling his hair and throwing your arm around his shoulder.

It’s all unreasonable. And confusing. He doesn’t know how to feel about you and can’t determine how you feel about him. There’s not even anyone he can tell because how was he supposed to explain himself?

But he has to rid himself of this frustration somehow - manage it before he really breaks down.

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He knows for certain that being on this mission with you, alone - in this room with one bed, will not help him at all.

He cannot remember a time he felt this miserable. His heart damn near fell out of his ass when the receptionist told him about the mix-up. It didn’t help that he saw that little whimsical look in your eyes when you registered it. The faux disappointment and shrug. Tamaki doesn’t trust you at all, not one bit.

He figures he must’ve done something truly evil in a past life to deserve this. He’s expecting some kind of commentary from you given the whole situation when you enter the room. There’s a couch, and a desk. A singular lamp and a TV - and the bed is big but not big enough for two. Not big enough for you to sleep truly separate.

He awaits your commentary anxiously, as your eyes drink in the surroundings. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but he knows it’s not you opening the curtains and staring out into the city.

“It’s really a beautiful. Shame we’re only here for a mission,” ― you sigh, stretching your arms and yawning ― “I’ll take the couch tonight, by the way. We should sleep soon,”

His eyes widen. Did he hear you correctly?

“Sorry, what?”

You turn your head and blink at him, head cocked to one side. You blink a few times before knitting your brows together.

“Hm?”

“Y-you’re gonna sleep on the couch?”

You nod.

“Yeah. You’ll be using your quirk a lot tomorrow, so at least for tonight - I’ll take the couch”

Tamaki isn’t sure what he’s supposed to feel about it. He knows it shouldn’t be disappointment. He nods dumbly.

“Oh.. okay”

“Cool. I’m gonna get washed up and head to bed - I’m beat”

He watches you slink off to the bathroom, dumbfounded.

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You’re putting on skin cream as Tamaki contemplates your proposal. The only thing in the background is some TV drama - but the words are blurring. His head is racing with a million thoughts. You’re not even fazed - seemingly off somewhere in your own world as Tamaki sorts his own emotions out by weight.

Everything else, reason, shame, anxiety - is drowned by the most unpleasant feeling of disappointment he’s ever experienced. He’s trying his hardest to understand it but every time he tries - his brain fires off into question marks. Why the hell is he so disappointed? Shouldn’t he be relieved?

But he isn’t. He feels so uneasy he wants to throw some kind of tantrum but he can’t. He’s changed into pajama pants and a loose white shirt - his legs crossed on the bed. He chews his lip nervously. Why does he feel like this?

“Uhm, y-you know you should.. sleep on t-the bed with me. Uhm, since - we’re both gonna be.. uhm, busy”

What is he saying? What is he doing?

You pause, turning over your shoulders with your brow quirked. You mask your amusement, straightening your face.

“Oh.. uh - you sure? Won’t that be uncomfortable for you?,”

Obviously.

“No!”

You smile at him.

“Then.. sure. Let me know if I make you uncomfortable”

And with that you turn away to face the mirror - finishing the rest of your skincare and putting it away as Tamaki anxiously sets alarms on his phone and adjusts his side of the bed. He tucks himself in before you do - with his eyes closed, listening to the rustling of your movement. He waits and waits for what feels like an eternity until your body weight dips on the other side of the bed.

He can feel you. Your body radiating a pleasant warmth - the smell of hotel soap and your skin cream and whatever detergent you always use. He buries his face into his pillow to try and mask his burning humiliations but his mind feels so blank. If he moves an inch your bodies would be touching - the lights are off but the city is bright enough that it doesn’t matter. Tamaki shuts his eyes and prays for something. Not entirely sure what, but something.

You move around and bristle against him - and he flinches.

“Tamaki, you okay? Sorry about that -”

Your voice has gone low in the night, soft and gentle. He squirms. Unsure what to do with this leftover frustration, he hugs his pillow to his body and buries his face in it.

“‘m fine,”

“.. You sure? You seem kinda off. You can talk to me,”

Your assurance is gentle. It makes Tamaki feel strange. You’re lucky he can’t see you because your smile would give you away. He’s so obvious it hurts you, but you play nice. You can be mean later, soon so for now  - you play nice.

He doesn’t say anything - doesn’t know what to do with himself. His cock twitches pathetically in his pants and he freezes. His body runs cold with a shiver. You turn to face his back.

Tamaki feels like prey more than ever. Like most predators, you know when to sink your teeth in. He’s not exception not really. You scoot closer to him, voice just a whisper.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Tamaki?”

He can’t answer, but he shakes his head.

“No? Then what is it?”

You’re close. Too close. He trembles as your body presses against his back - let’s out a noise.

“Use your words, Tama - I won’t bite. Why do you feel like this, hm?”

Your hands hover above him. His body shudders. His voice hiccups, a sob deep within his ribcage pouring out of him. It becomes clearer than ever that he needs you to touch him. Shame blooms in his belly.

“I won’t touch you till you say yes” ― you sound amused, the kind he’s learned to recognize ― “If you want to go to sleep, just say the word”

He breaks. Shatters into pieces as a tremor tears through him.

“Please,”

“Please what?”

“Touch me, touch me please - can’t,”

Your hands come up under his shirt, pinching his nipples as you place a kiss to his shoulder. His back arches, whimpering as his eyes shoot open. Your breath ghosts along the nape of his neck, your hands settled at his chest.  

“Okay” ― you soothe ― “Turn around for me, baby”

Baby. Tamaki shudders as he flips over to face you. You reach over to flip the lights on - only a gap between you two. His brain feels like it’s melting - your face is so close to his own. You give him a small smile - eyes brimming with tears and expression burning red. You reach your hand to wrap around his neck and bring him towards,  kissing him feverishly. He moans when he feels your tongue in his mouth.

He kisses you eagerly, hands frozen at his side as your tongue explores his mouth. Outlines his teeth, brushes against his own - he melts into the touch. He whines disappointedly when you stop.

Your hand cups his face.

“You’re such a pervert, Tamaki” ― you grin, brushing your thumb against his lower lip befores ticking it in his mouth ― “Got so antsy without me. You like being teased so much?”

Not in a spot to deny it, he merely shuts his eyes.

“...why did you stop t-teasing me?”

You chuckle, kissing the shell of his ear as your hands slide up his waist, around his body.

“I thought you didn’t like it baby,”

He muffles himself, mumbling about how he didn’t think he did either. Your hand travels down, squeezes his hard cock from his pajama pants. Gasping for air, he moans and ruts into your palm.

“You like when I’m mean to you, Tama? Like when I make fun of you ‘n tease you?”

“Hnggh”

You hold a hand up to his mouth with a warm smile.

“Spit”

His eyes go wide as you blink at him curiously. A pang of shame hits as he spits into your palm weakly, watching through lidded eyes as your hand travels to his cock - just underneath his sweats. His hands fist the sheets as you pump him lazily.

“You’re cock is so red ‘n pretty, Tamaki”

“You’re ― hic ― you’re m-making fun of me”

“’s that why you’re so hard? It’s drooling all over my hand. You’re so wet - they’re gonna have to change our sheets in the morning” ― you tease ― “They’re gonna know how lewd you are bunny, so much keeps coming out when I touch you”

He shakes his head, grits his teeth. He can feel himself creaming into your fist, overwhelmed by your touch. His eyes are screwed so tight it aches. So lost in pleasure and the sound of your voice humiliating him.

“You like being my little fucktoy, bunny? Like when I treat you like a pet and play with you whenever I like?,”

“Aaah, aah - pl-please” ― he shakes his head furiously ― “can’t t-take it, please”

“Bet you’re gonna make the cutest face when I let you fuck my pussy,”

His eyes shoot open as he feels you scoot closer to him. You pull his pants down swiftly - your hand covered in pre-cum. He watches with wide eyes as you pull your own shorts down, a string of arousal trailing down your thigh. Tamaki watches it with hearts in his eyes, making you laugh deeply. It’s an affirmation that you meant everything you said - that he was making you like that too. It’s enough to make him sniffle.

He watches as you lift your leg up - tugging his cock towards you. It’s pretty - thin and long and so red it’s almost purple. Your cunt envelops it . Clit throbbing against the tip, Tamaki’s sure he’ll cum if he moves. You grind against him so slowly, bringing his face towards you.

His mouth drops open as you kiss him. His dick is twitching relentlessly at the way you gasp.

“Feel how wet you make me when you look all pathetic?”

“Can I please, nghh - can you please let me,”

“Wanna cream inside me, bunny? Wanna fuck me so bad you’d do anything?”

He nods rapidly. A silent scream leaves his mouth as you adjust - slide yourself right down onto his cock. You feel so much better then he could ever picture. Soft and tight and warm and wet - like pure fucking velvet. His hands dip into your hips for support. Through lidded eyes, he watches your hand come down between your thighs.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t - ‘m gonna,”

You feel him spurt his hot cum into you with a loud, broken cry. His throat, sored from exhaustion, doesn’t serve him any better when you start moving. Fucking yourself on his overstimulated, half-hard cock with face paced rhythm. Your fuckin his cum right back into you and he’s sobbing through the overstimulation. His mind feels so broken - so pliant and obedient.

“’s too much ― ! p-please, can’t”

“Shh, ‘sokay baby,”  ― you groan, meeting him in a kiss that manages to overwhelm him even more ― “Fuck, gonna cum, fuck”

The tension in your gut snaps like a rubber band and your whole body spams. Clenching down so tightly on Tamaki, he sobs. You’re whispering good-boy and other praises until you’re down and sobered from your high.

When you open your eyes - Tamaki is staring at you in amazement. His cock has gone soft inside you but you don’t bother telling him to pull out.

“You did so good baby,” ― you kiss the crown of his head ― “good job”

He feels small and warm under your touch. A blush forms on his cheeks, words completely failing him to express himself. You don’t make him. Brushing your thumb against his cheeks, you smile.

“I know I tease you a lot, Tama - but I really do like you,’

His eyes shoot up in surprise. He shrinks when he hears you giggle, flushing.

“I.. I l-like you too”

You chuckle, petting his hair and burying his face in your chest. You let your chin rest atop his head and nod.

“Then we’ll have to talk more tomorrow. Let’s sleep, okay?”

He blushes, embarrassed but content..

“O-okay..”

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[aenaxes]

dream perfect

[howzer x afab!reader] you can't sleep. and if you can't sleep, neither can howzer.

warnings: nsfw, cunnilingus, fingering

w/c: 1.9k

a/n: lol this was supposed to be a warm up exercise for the request prompts in the queue but i got carried away :/ anyways i think i need to write a pt.2 hehe

You like to think you’ve been running the motions of a pretty convincing stillness. Waiting a few minutes in between each turn from your back to your side and back again, you squirm under the anchoring weight of Howzer’s arm draped over your hip.

It’s going to be another long night.

And yet, for all your strategic shifting and careful restlessness, a few minutes shy of the hour, Howzer’s breathing stutters, and he stirs around you.

“Mn, cyare?” he mumbles, tongue heavy with sleep. “Y’still awake?”

Guilt, queasy and cold, creeps up your throat. The perpetual vigilance of active duty left behind, leave days replace that sharp attention with something heavy and warm that settles around Howzer’s shoulders and keeps him asleep through even the most resonant of storms. That your slight movements have apparently awoken him where thunder would not warms the apples of your cheeks in something equal parts concerning and embarrassing.

“It’s fine,” you respond weakly. “Can’t sleep is all.”

“Can’t sleep?” Howzer repeats past a groan as he shifts onto his side to face you. In the low neon lights of the Coruscant night, you can make out the ease of his features, his frown more of a boyish pout that carries with it a gentle insistence, concern. His fingers squeeze over the soft slope of your waist, and he yawns. “That’s no good.”

“It’s alright,” you say, and you punctuate your low murmur with a quick peck over the corner of his mouth. “You should go back to sleep.”

“Not without you,” he huffs in response. He takes the moment to shuffle closer, closing what little space lies between you to press close against your chest and bring his arms around your shoulders. You feel the tip of his nose press just above your hairline, and when he speaks again, his voice rumbles low and warm over your head. “What can I do, mesh’la? Tell me how I can help.”

“I’ve tried just about everything; I’m not sure there’s anything else left to do except to wait it out,” you sigh into his collar. With an insistent wiggle of your shoulders, you pull away just enough to meet his puppy-eyed consternation, soft with sleep and softer still as you bring your fingertips to the sharp lines of his jaw and offer him a lopsided smile.

For a moment, Howzer seems to take your defeat at face value, his expression deflating. Then, he makes a low noise that crinkles over the bridge of his nose and settles on the smile teased over his lips.

“I have an idea.”

Even with sleeplessness taunting you through the gaps in the blinds, you can’t help but laugh, leaning forward to gently nudge your forehead up against Howzer’s cheek. You know that look by heart, that coy glimmer finding home in his dark eyes as he pretends to fight his growing grin.

“Howzer, really, I’m fine,” you say, reaching up and stroking over his dark curls. “Go back to sleep. Besides, I’m off tomorrow.”

“We’re both off, cyare,” Howzer chuckles.

From under the covers, you feel him slide his hand from where it rests between your shoulders, battle-weary callouses no less warm as they drag over your form. He pauses where the hem of your shirt and the waistband of your shorts part, rubbing gentle motions into the exposed skin, comforting, grounding, seeking invitation.

You shiver under his touch. Anticipatory delight shocks up your spine.

“Let me help,” he implores.

“Okay.”

The last breath barely has enough time to pass through your lips before Howzer’s rising to his knees and pushing the pillowy duvet somewhere off to the side of the bed. There’s the careful composure of propping your head up against a second pillow and lifting your hips to tug your shorts down past your ankles. But rife through his gentle deliberation—tension, need, finds home in his posture as he squares his shoulders, plants his palms on your knees, and pushes your thighs open.

Your breath hitches as cool air rushes between your thighs. First instinct has always demanded a shy squeak, your hands itching to cover yourself as you lie spread open before him in the low light.

But you know better.

When Howzer’s shoulders drop with a quivering sigh, when his eyes flutter shut and open again with that precious disbelief that this was real, that this—that you were his, bashful chastity withers in the face of desire.

“So pretty,” Howzer breathes low, almost as if to himself, and swallows hard enough that you hear from the crown of the bed. A moment longer, he stares transfixed, then looks up to you with nothing short of a plea glittering in his eyes. “Please. Let me help.”

“Want you,” you whimper. “Howzer, I—”

Your voice cracks, reduced to a choked cry that swallows the rest of your words when, as soon as your assent reaches his ears, Howzer dips low, pressing a brief kiss to your clit before he drags the flat of his tongue from the fullest swell of your cunt and back up to press another kiss at the crown of your thighs.

“Good?” Howzer asks, his breaths puffing warm over the slick of his spit smeared over your throbbing cunt. No matter how many times you do this, you can’t seem to shake that delicious tremble as you feel the air between his lips and your cunt practically vibrate under his voice.

“Y-Yeah,” you mumble.

He responds by wrapping his lips over your clit, coaxing another stuttering moan from your tongue. But it’s not enough, with him it never is, and your hips buck up as he brings the calloused pad of his forefinger just under his chin, sliding it through your cunt. It only makes the growing core of want burn hotter when you feel his rumbling laughter shock through your skin.

Your eyes fly open at the first gentle push of his thick finger into your cunt, sinking into you with almost embarrassing ease. When his palm pushes up against your skin, he crooks his finger up, grinding up against the soft bundle of nerves that has you sobbing his name. Howzer only takes your soft noises as encouragement. He seals his lips over your skin and laps at your clit with a renewed vigor.

It doesn’t take long for him to pull his soaked finger from your cunt and push back in with a second. He finds a rhythm as soon as he fucks as deep as he can go, sucking over your clit while he curls the rough pads of his fingertips over the spot that makes your vision white out again and again.

Howzer sinks his fingers knuckle-deep, but instead of pulling back, the satisfying burn of stretch sears through your core as Howzer parts you open and lifts off of your clit with an almost comically wet sound. You know exactly what he’s going to do, but it makes it no less thrilling when his nose brushes over your clit, and he fucks the firm taper of his tongue between his fingers.

You arch off the bed with a wanton cry, barely coherent enough to understand the crooning words of praise Howzer slips in between fucking his tongue into your cunt and taking gasping breaths of air. You cry out again, and he moans into your cunt with you.

You feel blindly for him, and Howzer knows, he knows. He grabs your wrist and fumbles as he pulls his tongue from your cunt and continues to pump his fingers into you. Finally, the burning coil of desire cresting higher, higher in your gut, he finds purchase and slides his fingers between yours. You squeeze once, he squeezes back, and you moan as his tongue laps over your clit again.

He opts for a maddeningly fast pace, alternating between pressing his tongue deep as it can go into your cunt and rolling it over your clit. All the while, he keeps an unrelenting rhythm with his fingers, pulling you apart artful stroke by artful stroke as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

He drinks you in like a man parched, head bobbing with each heaving swallow. His arm is your only anchor as you squirm under its weight and desperately grind back against his tongue. It’s toeing the line of overstimulation fucked dumb. And it’s all you could ever want as his tongue presses deep, as deep as it’s gone all night, and pushes you over the edge.

You come over his tongue with a shuddering cry, neighbors be damned, and squeeze your hand down hard over his. He squeezes back, groaning into your cunt, telling, promising, he’s here, he’s here, for you, for you as pleasure closes around you and swallows you whole.

At last, after a brief eternity of the kind of bliss that drives bone deep, Howzer pulls away, pressing one last kiss to your clit before pulling back and breathing in long and deep between your quivering legs.

He presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, his lips warm, wet as they mouth silent appreciation into your skin. (They are words you do not think you will ever truly know, the ancient poetry of the warriors who came before him, but they reach you deep to your core.) When his lips still, and his eyes flutter open, Howzer lifts his chin just enough to meet your gaze.

“Think you can sleep now?”

As much as you want to laugh (because what kind of question was that with your heart beating loud enough for him to hear?), you’re too winded to do anything else but shake your head.

“Good,” Howzer laughs, running his tongue over the slick smeared over his fingers. The fluorescent brilliance of the Coruscant nightlife filters through your window, glimmering obscene over the mess of your arousal and his spit as he parts his lips and sucks them clean.

Your mouth waters.

Sugar sweet desire breaks over your tongue, though you might more aptly call it greed—in want of tasting yourself on him; in want of feeling his fingers dig into your skin when he pulls you close and licks over your teeth; in want of bending you, breaking you, then pulling you back together again, gilded kintsugi lacquered strong by a soldier’s hands.

Howzer pulls his fingers from his mouth with a loud pop and flicks his eyes to yours as you peer up at him through lidded eyes. Half-closed they may be, but they are far from heavy with the sleepy taunts of before.

You both know sleep is the last thing on either of your minds.

Rising up to his knees, he twists out of his shirt and flings it off somewhere into the far reaches of the room. One moment he’s standing tall at the base of the bed, the next, he’s leaning close and sliding one palm from where your thighs part up to where he kisses over your neck.

You whimper softly as you feel his fingers curl over your pulse, helpless in the best of ways as Howzer pulls back to sit back and admire your expression. In return, he offers you the smile you’ve come to love most, barely there on his lips, brimming in his eyes, adoration divine.

Then, soon in its place, always: hunger.

“I’m not done with you just yet.”

[yee-fxcking-haw]

What Are You?

A/N: All I have to say is I'm really proud of this fic, so much freaking fun to write. I am hopelessly devoted to Kirishima. Please let me know what you think! For the tags, I just tagged those that interacted with the post I made about starting this series, if you wanted added or removed just let me know!

Summary: A movie night gets a little out of hand, next thing you know you're losing your virginity to Kirishima.

Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima x FemReader (you) both aged up 18+

Warnings: First time, virginity loss, virgin reader, experienced Kirishima, LOTS of consent, oral (female receiving) size kink, daddy kink, rough sex, spanking, choking, belly buldge, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, degredation, dumbification if you squint, very mushy aftercare in the shower, I think that's all of them lmao.

Word Count: 9,304

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The movie you had started is long forgotten, the sounds fading into white noise as your eyelids drift shut. Your body feels like lead, and your brain is quickly turning off. You feel like you could melt into the bed and stay there for several days. You snuggle into Kirishima a little more, barely processing the contented hum he lets out when you do.

"You fallin' asleep sweetheart?" He mumbles against the top of your head, finishing his sentence with a gentle kiss.

"Nah, just resting my eyes." You lie, very aware of how quickly sleep is overtaking your exhausted body.

"Want me to drive you home?" He asks, one hand coming up so he can run his fingers through your hair.

You just shake your head weakly, not ready to remove yourself from his warmth. You really just want to stay, but you two haven't really crossed that line yet. You've been dating for a few months now, but you move painfully slow. You blame it on your lack of experience over all. Being a virgin in your first relationship has definitely come with a lot of caution and slow progress.

Kirishima has been absolutely incredible though, always letting you set the pace, always asking questions, and offering reassurance when needed. You've both definitely had some close calls though, with how much time you spend together and how irresistible he is, it's been hard to keep your hands off of him. You've had your fair share of handsy makeout sessions, but that's about it.

Today does feel a little different though, like there's been some kind of shift. Maybe it's the right time to take that next step, Kirishima has definitely proven himself to be worthy of your trust. You're confident that he would stop when needed, go as slow as you asked him to, and be there for you after.

As your mind races you wrap your arms around the wall of muscle beside you, cherishing the security his large body gives you. You sigh and shift your head so your chin is resting on his chest, allowing you to glance up at him. As always, you're floored by his beauty. His scarlet eyes meet yours as his lips twitch up into a fond smirk. He's definitely the rugged kind of handsome, small white scars litter his face from his few years of hero work.

The most noticeable scar is the one on his upper lip, about two inches in length as it travels up away from his pretty mouth. Your hand absentmindedly reaches up so you can run your thumb over it while you cup his face. He melts into your touch, turning to place a kiss on your palm. Your entire body lights up when he does, he's always giving you sweet little kisses, and you love it more than life itself.

"Whatcha lookin' at my busted face for?" He teases.

You smile coyly as you slide your leg around his hip, slowly bringing yourself up so you can straddle him. You slide your other hand up to hold his face as well, leaning down to press a kiss into his forehead.

"It's a beautiful face." You whisper as you sit back up so you can look down at him again.

God, the sight of him. Wild crimson hair falling across the pillow, stunning porcelain skin offering a marvelous contrast. Your hands slide down his neck, to his collar bones, then down his clothed torso. You mentally curse the black t-shirt that's currently hiding his skin from you, even though he looks incredible in it.

"What are you thinking about hon?" He asks quietly.

Your eyes flash up to his and he gives you a knowing look.

Does he feel it too? You've had plenty of long talks about it, he's always been open about how much he wants to make sure it's a safe experience. He offers you nothing but stability and assurance. The nerve wracking part is that he's so experienced. You're not jealous that he's been with people before you, just worried that you won't live up to them. Kiri has always been very open about his past relationships, just like you have with yours. It's just a matter of finding the confidence to take the next step.

"Oh, you're thinking too much." He says quietly, grabbing your hands to pull them apart.

You hadn't even realized you'd begun to pick at your thumb, but of course he's paying attention.

"Can I stay?" You blurt out, sounding a little too panicked.

"You can always stay." He says as he wraps his arms around your waist, then brings his mouth to press innocent kisses into your neck.

"Baby?" You say, hands carding through his hair.

He only hums, lips still working against your sensitive skin.

"Can we try?" You ask quietly.

Your eyes lock, tension builds, and hands tighten as you both silently understand your heavy implications.

"Are you sure?" He asks with all the sincerity he has.

"I love you, Kiri, I trust you." You breathe out, letting your head fall to rest your forehead against his own.

"If you need me to stop at any point you tell me, understand?" He says with a tone you can't quite decipher. It could be called firm, but that's not exactly right… convicted, he sounds convicted.

"Of course, Red." His body responds to his hero name in the most beautiful way. Muscles tense as he takes a deep breath in, steady arms pull your body towards his. Very suddenly, but some also not soon enough, your lips are on his. Brilliant, rose colored warmth spreads through your veins as he kisses the breath out of your lungs.

"Can I lay you on your back?" He asks against your lips.

"Please." You sigh.

In one swift movement, he scoops you into his arms and spins you around so he can lay you gently on the mattress. One hand stays on your waist, while the other comes up to hold your face.

"I love you, you know that right?" He asks, when you look into his eyes your heart aches when you see all the begging in them.

"Kiri, I've never been more sure of anything." You assure him.

He gives you his thousand watt smile and you can't help but return it. This man is something else. He's the kind that lights up a room, that gives when he's empty, and loves relentlessly. Most of all, he's completely, inexplicably yours.

Your head spins when he dips his head down to kiss your collar bones.

"I'm gonna get you real worked up, ok?" He says then presses one long kiss into your shoulder.

Excitement blasts through your veins. What a beautiful promise he's just made, and you can't wait for him to live up to his word.

"I need you to tell me what feels good." He whispers against your skin as his hands come up so push your tank top up your torso.

"Ok." You reply, cursing yourself for how basic the response is. He's probably used to people who can dirty talk like no tomorrow, and all you can manage are weak one word responses.

"You're thinkin' too much honey." He says with a deep chuckle, his hands halt once he has the fabric bunched at your ribs.

"Talk to me." He says.

"I'm just nervous. Insecurities and all that, worried I won't live up to other people. You know, stupid virgin thoughts." You stumble through the sentence, barely articulating the nerves buzzing around in your abdomen.

"Listen to me." Kiri says with his firm, guiding tone.

"It's just you now. Not them, never will be them again." He brings one of your hands up so he can kiss your knuckles.

"You're my girl, that's all that's on my mind."

The reassurance is short and sweet, but Kiri is always like that with his words. He says it like it is, but there's always immeasurable heart behind what he says, so it's enough to still your nerves.

"Can I make you feel good now?" He asks, face slightly mischievous.

"I think you know the answer." You can't help but giggle when his fingers meet your ribs again to finish taking off your tank top.

Soon he's got you panting and grasping at the sheets. Your clothes are long gone, and he is definitely staying true to his promise to get you worked up. Rough hands are on your waist, while his hot, wet mouth trails across the tops of your breasts. The more time he spends kissing your body, the easier it is to let the nerves die out. Every ounce of uncertainty vanishes the second his soft lips wrap around one of your nipples.

"Oh, baby." You sigh, back arching slightly.

"Like that?" He asks, breaking only briefly. Soon his mouth is back on you, tongue drawing lazy circles around your sensitive buds.

"Yeah…" You find yourself wishing you could respond better again, but your mind is mush.

"How bout this?" He asks as he slides his other hand up to pinch your other nipple.

You rub your thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure building in your core. You have to be embarrassingly soaked at this point. After just a few seconds of nipple play, you're already throbbing and it's maddening.

"Kiri." You groan, the friction of his fingers contrasting wonderfully with the smooth movements of his tongue.

You want to feel him everywhere, you want to be overwhelmed by him. The way his tongue is working, you can only imagine him using it somewhere else.

"K-kiri?" You say with a shuddering breath.

"Yeah angel?" He answers, his hand still playing with you a little.

"Lower, please?" Your voice is so shy and timid, and you feel the hot blush spread across your cheeks.

"You're so fuckin' cute." He mumbles before planting an open mouthed kiss between your breasts.

With the same slow, teasing pace, he kisses down your stomach. He stops right under your belly button and glances up at you through his lashes. He's fucking stunning from this angle, but you've found that he really doesn't have a bad angle.

"I'm gonna try something, ok? Tell me how it makes you feel." He says calmly.

"Aye Aye Captain." You say, earning a sweet little chuckle from Kiri.

Any motivation you have to joke is thrown out the window when he nips your sensitive skin. The brief pain sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy, and your walls clench immediately.

"How was that?" He asks, hands running along your hips as he settles between your spread legs.

"More please." Is all you can squeak out.

Kirishima just smiles and kisses where he's just nipped.

"In a little bit baby."

You become suddenly aware of how exposed you are and you're plagued with thoughts of insecurity. As if he can read your mind, Kiri places a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Can I please taste you, your pussy is so fuckin pretty." He sighs against your skin.

Oh yeah, you have to be absolutely dripping. His words have you clenching around nothing, you're so worked up you're worried you might finish as soon as he makes contact with your core.

"Fuck- please Kiri- use your mouth on me." You moan, shocked by your own boldness.

"Oh good girl, keep talkin' to me." He sighs.

Without any further warning his mouth is just all over you. No gentle kisses around your clit like you expected, not teasing fingers on your lips. Just as sudden, blinding pleasure rocketing through your walls as his skilled tongue laps at your sensitive, swollen clit.

"Kiri! Shit!" You cry as your hands find a place in his hair, desperate to hold onto something that can keep you grounded.

"Baby, I'm too sensitive, I'm not gonna- oh fuuuuck." You try to warn him, but the words never stood a chance at leaving your mouth. In the middle of your sentence, he presses one thick finger into your slick hole, and that spells the end for you. With how big Kiri is, his finger might as well be the size of an average man's dick, and it feels incredible. You can't hold it in, and you don't fucking want to. Between the constant, white hot pleasure he's giving your clit, and the sudden intrusion of his finger, your inexperienced body never stood a chance.

"Fuck that was gorgeous." He huffs against your cunt.

Your walls flutter their way through your orgasm, warmth oozing into all of your appendages as Kirishima slows his tongue down enough for you to ride out all of the aftershocks.

You gather enough strength to look down at him, and your blissed out brain wants to shred the shirt he's wearing. Your hands reach down desperately to grab the collar of his shirt in an attempt to pull it off.

"Where'd my shy girl go?" He teases before helping you get rid of his bothersome clothes.

"She left when you made her cum in under a minute." You share a soft laugh with each other, but anything light-hearted disappears when you look down at his briefs and see the outline of his dick.

Kirishima isn't a small man, standing up he's roughly seven feet. You're a relatively average sized woman, but you still feel like a dwarf next to him. Judging by the outline in his underwear, he's definitely proportionate, and the terrifying realization that he's probably not even all the way hard yet makes your stomach drop.

"You want that?" He asks coyly, red eyebrows shooting up as he grins down at you.

"It- it's gonna hurt, isn't it?" You stutter, hands balling up the bedding underneath you.

"It's gonna sting just a little bit, but I told you I'll get you worked up, and it'll only last a second princess." He kisses your nose for reassurance, putting your bubbling chest at ease for a moment.

"Can I- um- can I touch you? Please?" Again, you want to kick yourself for sounding so bashful, but Kiri seems to be incredibly fond of it.

"Of course you can, wherever you want to." He whispers, he leans down to brace on his elbows, his breathtaking body closing the remaining distance between you two. With him looming above you like this, you feel absolutely tiny, like if he put his weight on you it might crush you. Something tells you tomorrow is probably going to consist of a lot of bed rest.

You cautiously slide your hands over his carved abs, adoring the way his muscles tense under your feathery touches. Your eyes stay locked on his and your heart blooms with exhilaration. Your hands travel down his body until your fingertips brush the waistband of his briefs. Kiri takes in a sharp breath when you dip your fingers under the material. You steal a glance down, and you can't help but let your jaw drop.

He's gotta be the size of your forearm, at least. Shit, how the hell are you gonna fucking take that? You remind yourself that Kiri promised it would only hurt for a second, that he would take care of you. You trust him, completely.

He helps you slide his briefs off, and when he's finally free it makes you see stars. His full length falls against your stomach, and he feels so damn heavy. His base is resting against your mound, and his head meets your belly button. His skin is nothing short of beautiful, soft pink tip with a pale shaft littered with veins.

"Holy shit." You pant, your hand looks pathetic when you go to wrap it around his swollen tip.

"It might sting more than a little." You whisper.

"I'll make it feel good, I promise." He says with all the confidence in the world.

He's so unbelievably hard and your hand can't reach all the way around him. There's about an inch and a half between your middle finger and thumb where they should meet. You never thought you'd be so intimidated by a simple body part, but then again, this is Red Riot you're dealing with.

Before you can stroke him, Kiri is grabbing your wrist as he shifts to lean on his side next to you.

"Next time angel, tonight's about you." He says before kissing the skin behind your ear.

His hand lets go of your wrist so he can skate his fingertips down your stomach. As soon as he brushes your clit your body jumps, still so sensitive from the sudden orgasm he's just given you. You take in deep breaths as your legs shift anxiously while he dips his fingers down so he can run them up your soaked lips.

"You're so wet for me." He sighs against your neck.

"Kiri- please- make me feel good again." You whimper, desperate for his touch.

"Gonna stretch you out a little bit, ok? Gotta get you ready to take me." He mumbles as he presses his middle finger into your quivering hole again.

There's no way you can respond, all ability to speak is stolen from you when he starts to pump his massive finger in and out of you.

There's no stretch with just one finger, it's no bigger than the toy you usually use on yourself, the stretch comes when he adds his index finger to the mix. It doesn't sting, but there's definitely some pressure. You screw your eyes shut and reach for his forewarn as he picks up speed, needing something to hold onto as the pleasure builds in your lower stomach again.

Then, the spectacular feeling of his thumb pressing against your clit makes you cry out. You're shocked by the broken moan that rips out of your throat, and the way your hips roll against his hand while he starts rubbing urgent circles against your sweet spot.

"That's it baby, tell me about it." He pants against your shoulder, it almost sounds like he's cheering you on, voice filled with something joyful that makes your heart race impossibly faster.

"Kiri- that feels so fucking good- shit."

Your cunt starts to pulse around him like it did a few minutes ago, your body is already right on the edge again by his capable fingers.

"D- da- Kiri." You moan, you almost fucking slip. You want nothing more than to call him 'daddy', that's what he is to you right now. You don't know how he'll respond to it, so you swallow the name and cry out against his broad chest.

He seems to have caught you though, both his thumb and his fingers pick up their speed slightly.

"Say it, please baby, say it- fuck." He begs against your head, offering you the room to call him whatever you want to.

Your hand claws at his arm, the other reaches up to hold onto his sweaty neck.

"Daddy, please make me cum again, your fingers feel so good." Your voice increases in pitch the more you beg, he sets a delicious rhythm then, reacting immediately to your pleas.

"You wanna be a good girl for me?" He asks as he shifts so his free hand can cradle your face.

You nod weakly as your abs starts to seize up and your core starts to clamp down on his pistoning fingers.

"Look at me." He huffs, your eyes flutter open to meet his.

Kirishima has a habit of knocking the wind out of you with his beauty, but he damn near kills you this time. He's positively enchanting with the blush on his cheeks, brows furrowed as he focuses on bringing you to your second orgasm.

"Cum for me one more time angel, then I'm gonna fill you up, gonna fuck your pretty little cunt." His voice is dripping with desire, and his vulgar words are all it takes to send you right into another trembling orgasm. Your body twitches and jerks as your core squeezes his fingers. He stops thrusting them into you and focuses all his energy on rubbing your clit with his thumb, making everything so much more intense.

You moan and shake against him as he whispers things like "good girl, just like that" against your ear while you come back down.

All you want is more, so much more. There's no such thing as nerves now. You have tunnel vision for Kiri and the pleasure he's giving you. Even after two orgasms, all you want is more, more, more.

"Daddy please- fuck my little cunt- fill me up like you promised." You grab at him wherever you can, you almost second guess your dirty talk, but Kiri eats that shit up.

"You sound so pretty begging for me princess. You want me to fuck you, huh? Want Daddy to make you cry?" Everything about his demeanor has a sense of urgency to it. Not like he's rushing, but like he's handling something vitally important.

You just nod and whimper, it's all you're capable of after being rocked by two incredible orgasms. He's moving so he can settle between your legs again, and his weighty length hits your stomach again.

"Listen to me sweetheart." He says, voice shaking slightly at the end.

"I'm gonna let you put it in ok? I want you to tell me when to move and when to stop, we can even stop here if you need to." He moves his hands to hold your face, thumbs brushing your cheek bones affectionately.

"I don't want you to stop, I want more Kiri, please." You say, completely confident in your decision to keep going.

"Then it's all you babygirl." He smiles down at you, all warmth and adoration.

You swallow thickly and reach down to grab his pink head, nearly drooling when you see the ridiculous amount of precum leaking out of his tip.

You tentatively spread it around with your thumb, the appendage barely stretches across the width of his massive cock. Kiri's breath speeds up above you as you move your hand around his head so you can push him down between your legs. Now, with a clear view of him, he's definitely the size of your forearm. Nerves are replaced by excitement, knowing that once he's inside you and your body adjusts to him, it'll feel absolutely amazing.

Kirishima shifts above you so he can brace on his hands as he placed them on either side of your face. All his intricate muscles shift under his pale skin, he's so broad and handsome, it makes your head spin.

With very little skill, you run his tip along you dripping lips, and both of you jolt as the erotic contact.

"That feels good baby, nice and slow." His words egg you on, a fuzzy feeling buzzes around in your chest when you hear him praise you, it's something else you just want more of.

His head teases over your silky hole as you slide him further down, his fingers definitely got you worked up, but it's still gonna be one hell of a tight fit.

"Can you- um- could you move your hips forward a little?" You ask with a shaking voice, your body is sparking with the anticipation of having him fill you, and you know he won't be able to slide in unless he helps by pushing.

"Want me to help you put it in?" He asks, his voice sounds so light and breathy.

"Please?" You blink up at him.

"Just keep talkin' to me, yeah?" He pants out.

"Ye- Oh fuck Daddy!" What's meant to be a quiet answer, turns into an erotic cry. Your body shivers as the name slips from your lips and your hands fly to his sides. He didn't give you a single second to respond before pressing himself into you, and it definitely hurts more than a little. The sting of the stretch is almost enough to make you tap out, but then you feel his thumb dragging against your clit again. It gives you just enough pleasurable relief to catch your breath.

"Sorry angel, had to get that part over with." He says before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Red, baby, please-" You choke on a moan when his thumb speeds up and he presses even more of his length into you.

"Please what?" He teases.

He can't even be a third of the way in, and you feel like you're completely stuffed. Your walls are being stretched to what feels like their absolute limit. Now you know why he gave you two orgasms beforehand, you need to be absolutely drenched in order to take him. Even then, it's almost impossible.

You glance down to see how much more you have to take. Fucking hell, it looks like it's just his head that's in.

"Tell me what you need, gorgeous." He applies slightly more pressure to your clit, but slows the pace down.

"More." You mewl, despite the pressure on your poor, tense insides.

"I'll tell you if it's too much, just keep going, please Daddy." Your hands paw at his back, desperate for him to move.

"Fuck baby- you're gonna be such a mess by the time I'm done with you."

You don't have any time at all to catch your breath or answer him. The sting is almost blazing as he pushes his hips towards yours. The dizzying sensation of his veiny cock dragging against your slick walls is enough to bring tears to your eyes. You whimper and sniffle beneath him while every muscle in your body tenses.

Then, you remember to breathe. You pull in a long, cooling breath, and on the release let your muscles relax. You look up at Kiri to see him looking down to where your bodies meet, mesmerized by the way he's splitting you open. He looks so wrapped up in his love for you, which only allows you to let go of more tension.

He keeps pressing into you, little by little pain is replaced by a warm ache, that warm ache then replaced by traces of something pleasurable. The hand pressing lazy circles into your clit slides up to grab your wrist. His bright eyes flash up to your as he brings your hand down to the bundle of nerves.

"Rub it for me, baby." He whispers before kissing your temple, his deep, rumbling voice makes your thighs squeeze his hips.

"O- ok." You fumble your words slightly.

"Is that how you answer Daddy?" He trails his open mouth down to the skin just above your collarbone, then teases the delicate skin with his pointed teeth.

Holy shit.

"Yes- yes sir?" You say, head spinning as you try to focus even a little bit. Your hand haplessly moves against your clit, wanting to listen but your motor skills are rendered useless by Kiri's dominance.

"Mhm, good girl." He praises before sinking his teeth into the spot he's been teasing.

Your entire body jumps, reacting exactly how he wants you to. All twitches and moans as he guides you through this.

"You're so fucking tight." He sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he pushes in just a little more.

"Well yeah, you're the size of a house and I'm a virgin." You say with a weak laugh.

If you and Kiri can do anything, it's laugh.

He looks down at you and raises his eyebrows, and he can't help but giggle in that beautiful chirpy way he always does. You take his hands in your face and bring him down for a messy, laugh filled kiss. Blinding love fills your chest, hearing him laugh, feeling him breathe, being this close. It's all giving you such unparalleled joy.

He breaks the kiss to press his forehead into yours, then he really starts moving. What started as another round of giggles turns into a moan as he stretches you more and more. Your hands grab onto his neck as your eyes screw shut and your head is thrown back into the pillows. The pressure is positively mind numbing in the best way. All you can feel, smell, and taste is Kirishima as he rocks your world.

“Fucking hell, Kiri.” You gasp before rolling your hips up against him, finally feeling somewhat stretched out enough to work with him.

“Oh now you’re gettin’ it, keep movin’ with me sweetheart.” He nods his head while he talks, urgent and reassuring.

He continues his glacial pace, finally bottoming out with the help of your needy hips rising to meet his. God, you feel so fucking full. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, in your ribs, in your throat even. He’s not leaving a single inch of you untouched, and you’re absolutely hooked. You gather yourself enough to open your eyes again so you can look down at where you two meet, almost nervous to find that he really isn’t all the way in even though you feel like you’re going to break at any second.

“Holy. Shit.” As soon as you glance down, your eyes meet the most erotic sight you’ve ever witnessed. There’s a large bulge in your stomach, that is very obviously caused by one thing. Kiri smirks above you as he runs a hand up your side so he can gather your breast in his hand and tease your nipple with his thumb.

“Ain’t that somethin’?” He muses, sliding his hand back down to grab your wrist so he can move your hand over the stretched out part of your stomach.

“Feels good doesn’t it baby? I’m right there, that’s all me.” He presses your hand into the bulge, and the feeling of his head under your skin, combined with the pressure on your cervix and against your walls, nearly sends you into another orgasm. Your walls flutter around him as your bottom lip quivers.

That’s when you see the tension in his body, you hear the strain in his voice. He’s holding back, he’s going easy on you.

Your walls are relaxing, growing used to the obscene stretch. You take a deep breath and focus on releasing any other muscles that might make it harder for him to do what he needs to. As you settle, you bat your eyelashes at him. You offer another small roll of your hips before egging him on with your needy words.

“Daddy, please, you’re not gonna break me, fuck me like you want to.”

He gives you a very serious, almost stern look. It doesn’t help ease your need for him in the slightest, it only makes you want to push more.

“I’ll tell you if it hurts, I promise, please just fuck me."

His whole body shivers when you run your nails across his shoulders.

"Baby you gotta, if you don't tell me I'm gonna keep rockin', I don't want to hurt you."

You nod and swallow thickly, your body is absolutely buzzing with the anticipation.

"Words sweet thing, use your words. You'll tell me if it hurts, yeah?" He brings his hips back, and the drag of his cock along your walls is exquisite. He only moves maybe an inch, but the tease sends you reeling.

"Yes Daddy, I'll tell you." Your promise is said so sweetly, the way you trust him so completely sends him over the edge.

Just like that, your entire world shatters. He pulls back slowly, just to send his hips flying forward with one brutal thrust. It doesn't hurt, but there's so much fucking pressure once he's all the way pressed in. Your head is sent back into the pillows, thrashing wildly as you cry out and cling to his tense back. He doesn't stay there long though, only pausing briefly to savor the feeling of being fully wrapped in your hot, wet cunt.

"Open those legs for me princess." Kiri pants above you as he pulls back again.

You realize how much you've tensed up after his words pull you back down to earth. Your thighs had clamped around his hips like a vice. Slowly, you breathe in, then drop your legs open when you breathe out.

Then he sticks to his promise, and he starts rockin'. He sets a beautiful pace, it's not rushed or hard, not slow or teasing, it's just fucking perfect. He plunges into you over and over, deep and persistent. He hits every sweet spot you have, from your sensitive opening to your aching cervix. You mewl and twitch under him, your whole body being jolted every time he bottoms out.

"You're doin' so good baby, bein' such a good girl for Daddy." His voice breaks as he picks up speed, splitting you open completely.

It's turning your brain to total mush, all you can manage is a half ass "uh-huh" while your body moves like a ragdoll. You feel so full, and it feels so fucking good. It's all so foreign, so much, so overwhelming. Now that you're feeling it though, the feeling of being well and truly fucked, all you want is more.

The pressure just keeps building at your core, brilliant and warm. Sending electric shocks down the nerves in your legs, up your stomach, even through your fingertips. He's everywhere inside you, filling your mind and soul, you're drunk on Kirishima and more than willing to become addicted.

You blink open and grapple at his damp sides, as soon as you see your body being pounded into the bed, you feel your walls begin to tighten. Can you even call it that? You're so stretched out by him it's hard to tell if you're even capable of tightening around him.

Kiri sure seems to notice though, letting out short, pretty moans from the back of his throat each time he sinks in. Then you both see it, your eyes lock on it, both under a perverted trance. Each time he thrusts all the way in, your stomach buldges out a little, his incredible size displacing your insides as he fucks into you.

"God that's- fuck baby- you see that?" He stutters out, placing his massive hand on your waist so he can lay his thumb over your stomach and feel his cock head poking out from inside of you.

All you can do is gawk up at him and let your body be jostled by him as he continues to break in your body.

"How's it feel angel?" He asks, voice gentle and coaxing.

"So. Good. Daddy- fuck." You stutter out, the words come out choppy, cut off as you jolt from his pace.

"You feel so perfect, so fucking perfect." He mutters before diving down to press his open mouth to your neck.

He attempts to kiss you there, but all he can manage is a sloppy, inconsistent tongue against your skin. With his mouth open, you can hear all his sweet moans unabashed, and it's fucking beautiful.

A particularly broken sounding moan reaches your ears as Kiri grabs the meat of your thighs with his strong hands, angling your legs upwards a little more. His hands slide up to secure themselves under your knees, pressing them upwards he successfully folds you in half.

The tops of your thighs press into your sides as he braces himself up a little more, using your crumbled body as leverage. The second he sinks in from this new position, your thighs tremble and your cunt spasms. You cry out as your hands fly to his abs, almost pushing him back, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Overwhelmed, but so enraptured. Tears prick your eyes as you watch every muscle of his ripple as he works hard to fuck you this relentlessly.

"Talk to me sweetheart, how's it feel?" He asks, voice strained and unsteady.

"Feels- so- fuckin- good- Daddy." You all but sob, blinking the tears from your eyes as your jaw drops.

"You're such a good little girl, you look so pretty on your back."

His words hit a nerve you didn't know you had. The filthy praise, the sounds of his hot skin slapping yours with each thrust, the crushing grip he has on you, it's all awakening something deep in your chest. More, you need more.

"M-more- fuck- please give me more- I'm so close." Is all you can manage as the tears start to fall, wetting your rosey cheeks.

"Shit- give it to me baby, let go, I'll fuck you through it, just let go." He eggs you on. One of his arms shifts to hook your knee over his elbow as he sets the other beside your head to brace himself.

As soon as he releases that one leg, bending the other up even more as his thumb gets to work drawing figure eights on your clit, it's fucking over. You shiver and sob and claw. The most spectacular sensation you've ever felt takes over your entire body.

It captures every inch of your skin, wrapping it in velvety ecstasy. Your nerves shatter like glass, sending shards of pleasure flying in every direction. You can feel it up your spin, in the backs of your legs, and deep down in your chest.

Your body goes limp as your walls pulse around him, and he sure does fuck you through it. Your head flops back as you take it all, cherishing every sharp hit to your abused cervix.

"Gimme one more princess, I'm almost there." He moans, pulling your brain out of its stew.

You blink up at him, finally realizing how hard you're crying. As soon as you make eye contact, your heart nearly flies out of your ribcage. He's so fucking beautiful. Brows drawn together in a look of pure determination, skin dewy and flushed, bright ruby eyes looking at you like you hung the stars.

"I love you- fuck Kiri- I love you, I love you, I love you." You babble, hands sliding up tangle in the hair at the back of his head.

His eyes flutter at the sensation, nearly rolling back into his head. Kirishima is a slut for gentle touches like that, a trait that makes your heart go all gooey.

"I love you so much more angel." He sighs, eyes full of fondness and what you can only describe as home.

He's still fucking going. Pounding into you just as before, and your cunt is somehow taking it so well. You feel made for him, nobody else.

"Poor baby." He says as he brings a hand up to your cheek to wipe some tears.

The slight mocking tone sets a fire in your belly, another feeling to add to the endless list of things you're learning about yourself tonight.

"Did Daddy fuck you too good? Can't help but fuckin' cry about it?" His voice is back to straining, shoulders drawing up again, like he's trying to hold back.

Oh hell no.

"Y- yes Daddy, fucked me so good, you ruined this little pussy." You shock yourself with the vulgarity of your words, almost embarrassed by it. It's short lived though, given the way Kiri huffs out a gorgeous, "oh fuck", as he buckels down on his thrust even more.

The sparks start to fire again as your nerves wind back up, not even fully recovered from your last orgasm.

The hand on your cheek twitches down, but halts once his thumb presses into your jaw. It all clicks when he looks into your eyes, a silent plea in them.

You don't waste a single second, nodding frantically as you seize his wrist. You bring his hand down so he can rest his palm against your throat.

"Please, I want it." You beg with a pathetic voice, sniffling at the end as more tears fall when you feel your walls start to contract again.

He looks almost relieved, eyebrows relaxing on his scrunched face as his shoulders drop. He tentatively presses his large thumb into your pulse before speaking with a harsh, authoritative voice. His hips slow only slightly, more rolling than thrusting now, but still just as deep, still just as jolting.

"If it's too much, at any point, you tap me three times, let me see you do it."

You offer three pats against the forearm of the hand on your throat, gazing up at him with pleading eyes, desperate for approval. Obviously, you've never done anything like this. Nothing even close, but with Kiri looking at you like you're made of porcelain, you'd trust him enough to try anything.

"Good fuckin' girl." His voice drops, a powerful, deep rumble as his hips start to work up speed again.

The hand teasing your throat starts to tighten, but not how you expect. There's little to no pressure on your actual throat, most of it is on the sides. His grip cuts off the blood flow enough to give you a wonderful, delirious feeling in your head. Your whole body reacts to the exhilarating sensation. You can't help but let out a strangled moan once Kiri reaches his previous pace once again.

He fucks into you so intently, chasing his own release now. Your muscles start to seize again, walls twitching as you moan out nonsense praises below him.

"Little baby likes bein' choked, huh?" He taunts, releasing his grip just enough for your head to fill up with clarity again.

Then it clicks, he's allowing you to respond, he wants you to.

"I do, I fuckin' love it." You assure him, your voice doesn't even sound like you anymore. All whiney and wanton, full of lust and desperation. That greedy feeling scratches at your insides again. It fills your chest with white hot need for something rougher, nastier, more shameful.

"Be mean to me, Daddy, make me your bitch."

It all happens so incredibly fast. Suddenly, Kiri fucking growls down at you as he rips himself from your overworked hole. The absence of his massive length makes you cry out, you want to argue but your words are stolen from you by his next move. His hands are on your waist in the blink of an eye. He flips you onto your stomach, the speed of the rotation makes you instantly dizzy.

He straddles the backs of your thighs. Rough, selfish hands slide up the backs of your thighs. He gathers the fat of your ass in his palms and squeezes, letting out a low chuckle when you jump at the harsh feeling.

"So, you wanna be my bitch?" He asks, the tone of his voice sends a chill down your spine. He sounds almost… sadistic?

You don't get a chance to answer before his palm cracks across your ass cheek.

You yelp and whip your head around to give him a pouting look as you wipe more of your tears. The sight of him makes your dripping pussy clench around nothing.

He's sat back on your thighs, almost lazily. He isn't truly sitting on you, though, he would absolutely crush you. He's just braced over you, one hand stroking his glistening cock as the other kneads as your plush ass.

You just nod as your hands stretch out in front of you, grasping at the pillows, the sheets, the headboard, anything you can get a hold of.

His eyes are wild, strands of scarlet hair stick to his forehead with sweat. His stunning, chiseled muscles all flex as he pumps himself. Seeing him like this, it hits that rebellious nerve. There's no such thing as first time nerves now, your Kirishima's bitch, and that's all you want to be.

"Please, give it to me Big Daddy." You bat your eyelashes and bring your thumb to your mouth so you can bite down on it.

His hand freezes, body rigid with what must be shock. The hand on your ass slides up your back at a torturous pace. Buzzing anticipation settles in your gut as he leans down so he can spread his finger through the hair at the back of your head. Gathering a handful, he tightens his grip so he can crank your head back.

The bite at your scalp distracts you just long enough for him to press his broad tip against your quivering hole again.

"You think you're cute, don't you?" He says, low and dangerous.

   You just blink at him, brain firing wildly to try and process every new addiction you're developing. Slowly, cautiously, you shake your head.

   "Oh but baby…" He leans down even more so he can press his lips under your ear. 

  "You are. You think you can say something like that and get away with it. It's adorable."   As he talks, he presses his length into you. You would think that after being fucked for so long that your hole would have been more prepared for him. You're so fucking wrong. The stretch is just like it was when he first put it in, but this time you're so ready for it, you welcome it.

  "When you talk like that, you're gonna get your shit rocked." He mumbles against your ear.

   You feel his hands at your hips, then you feel him hoist you up so your ass is in the air and your face is in the pillows. Then, all you feel is a shockwave of pleasure as he rams into you from behind. Within seconds, he has you squirming and screaming as he decimates your cunt over and over again.

   The hand buried in your hair pulls your head to the side so you can moan out into the air instead of into the pillows.

   "What are you?" He asks, the hand that isn't in your hair snakes around your waist so he can bring your torso up and press your back against his chest.

   The action has you reeling, because your knees lift off the bed in order for you to be high enough to be fucked in this position. That's not a problem for Kiri though, he easily holds you up with the arm around your waist. Your legs dangle as he falls forward, other hand leaving hair so he can brace on the headboard.

   "Daddy asked you a question." He pants against your ear. Hips still snapping into you impossibly fast.

   "I'm your bitch- fucking hell- I'm your little bitch." You cry out, tears falling as one arm flies to hold the back of his neck as the other grabs at the arm around your waist.

   His fingers bite your side as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. He moans as he soothes the mark with his hot tongue. 

  "That's right, you like it don't you? You like bein' a little cry baby for this fucking cock. Don't you baby?" His words are dripping with the most sinful tone, even without any attention to your clit, your cunt starts to dance around him once again. Just his voice, his voice and his nasty praises are enough to start another fucking orgasm.

   "Oh I fuckin felt that- You really do want me to be mean, huh?"

   "Please- oh fuck- please, Daddy, please!" You sob.

  "'Please, Daddy, please.'" He says with a mocking tone, "I told you to use your words, brat." That does it, "brat", something clicks within you. It fills you with a sticky, sweet feeling. It's something more intriguing than anything else you've felt. Whatever the feeling  is, you're absolutely starving for more of it.

   "Use me, please, use my little hole, let me feel you cum." You finally conjure a reply, digging it up from your newly found well of obscene phrases.

   "Shit, princess, I'm gonna- fuck-"

   Your filthy words seem to be enough to send him into a frenzy. Again his hands are on your waist, pulling out just long enough to flip you onto your back before he plunges back into you after your back hits the mattress.

   He's so rough and fast now, all desperate, harsh hands as he fucks and fucks and fucks.

   "Look at me, fucking look at me." He grabs your jaw, eyes full of feral desire.

   "I'm gonna fill you up, you're gonna take all of it aren't you? 'Cause you're a good little slut." He commands before letting his other hand fly to your clit as you nod and stutter out promises that you'll do as he says.

   As soon as his fingers start rubbing, your body seizes. Your eyes stay on his, nails scratching down his back as you cry and shake and writhe.

   "That's it- fuck yeah- that pussy's gonna make me cum- you're gonna make me fuckin' cum- SHIT!" His voice breaks at the end, a crackling shout as his hips falter and he sinks all the way into your silky walls.

   Your eyes stay locked on each other's, he drops his forehead onto yours. The hand grasping your jaw moves to cup your face, his other hand coming up to mirror it so he can cradle your head.

   This orgasm is much softer than the others, all fuzzy and warm as it oozes through your limbs. Kiri rolls his hips into you as his cock spits hot cum deep inside of you. You both shutter and moan, hands loosening you finally feel him fill you up. Something you should have probably expected, is just how much he cums. He pulses again and again and again as your walls massage him. He fills you so much that he leaks out around himself, inevitably ruining the sheets beneath you both.

   The feeling is foreign, briefly uncomfortable, but it quickly becomes a comfort. As your bodies calm, his hips still with one final gush into you. His thumbs rub your cheeks, wiping the remaining tears.

   "You ok?" He asks with a scratchy, tender voice.

   "Perfect, baby, that was perfect." You sigh as you pull him down for a kiss.

   It's slow and feather soft, your lips work so reverently against each other, thankful for everything you've both shared.

   He inches his hips back so he can pull his softening length out of you. Both of you shiver once he's all the way out, then you feel the mess he made inside you spill onto the bed.

   "I should probably go get cleaned up…" You say as your cheeks heat, not at all prepared for what happens after something so intense.

   He just looks at you like you're growing a second head.

   "Princess, I'm gonna take care of that." He assures you.

   Before you can argue, he's got you scooped up into his arms. He carries you off to the bathroom, completely abandoning the wreck you've left on your bed. You wrap your legs around his waist the best you can and bury your face into his neck. You feel strangely dependent and needy. You suppose that must be normal after something like that.

   Once you're in the bathroom, he steps into the shower. He secures you with one arm around your waist so he can flip the water on with the other.

   You try to ease yourself down from him, but the second you move your legs you're made aware of the powerful ache in your center. Standing might not be an option right now, or tomorrow.

  "I gotcha, baby, don't worry." He says before kissing your temple.

   You don't answer, just hold onto him nuzzle into his strong chest.

   The shower is filled with gentle kisses and an abundance of sugary words. He tells you how well you did, thanks you for trusting him, kisses the parts that hurt. He makes you feel so explicitly loved, so abundantly cherished. It feels your heart with syrupy fondness. It's all so blurry, but all so distinct. Every soothing touch as he washes you lures you further and further into a state of complete relaxation. He puts lotion all over you afterwards, making sure he's careful with the tender spots. Soon you're wrapped in a plush towel, perched on the counter as he combs your damp hair.

   You let out a long sigh at the cathartic feeling, then lean forward to kiss collar bone. You rest your chin on his chest and look up at him. You snake your arms around his waist and pull his huge frame between your legs. He sets the comb down before bringing his hands up to hold the sides of your head.

   "You're my sweet girl, you know that right?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

   You nod and give him a soft "mhm" as you press your lips into the opposite collar bone.

   "Words please?" He asks, gentle and guiding.

   Your brain is still so incredibly foggy, you're having a horrible time trying to scrounge up any coherent phrases.

   One of his hands slides down the side of your face until it settles under your jaw, with the pad of his thumb against your chin and his index finger under your jaw, he tilts your head up so you have to meet his eyes.

   "What are you?" His eyebrows raise slightly, eyes full of adoration.

   "I'm your sweet girl." You somehow manage the admission with a hoarse voice.

   "Perfect, don't ever forget that." He kisses the top of your head then, breathing in as he pulls you against him even more.

   You love Kirishima, and he loves you. You both feel it in your bones. He has all of you now, and you feel like you have all of him. Regardless of past sexual experience, you've both given each other something new to cherish and learn about.

    "Let's get you to bed." He says before attempting to scoop you up again.

   "Uh- Kiri?" You say, pressing your hands to his chest to stop him.

  "Hm?"

   "I'm kinda hungry…" You admit, suddenly aware of the gnawing in your belly.

   He looks down at you for a brief second, an amazed look dances in his eyes before he throws his head back to let out a rich laugh.

   "Burgers, and then bed?" He asks fondly, head tilting down to kiss your forehead.

   "Oh fuck yeah." You say excitedly, the promise of a big nasty burger makes you giddy.

   It's not long before you're sat next to Kiri at a booth in your favorite burger joint. One heavy arm draped over your shoulders, the other holding a massive cheeseburger. You sit comfortably dressed in one of his hoodies, it falls all the way to your knees, drowning your body in fabric that smells like him.

   He takes one, huge, messy bite out of his burger. Lettuce and condiments flops onto his plate as you carefully bite your own.

  "You're an animal." You giggle up at him.

   He considers your statement as he chews, then leans down next to your ear once he's swallowed.

   "You like it." He whispers.

   Your spine goes rigid and blush heats your cheeks. Of course nobody heard, only a few others out at this hour, but you can't help but glance around the diner to make sure.

   You slap his arm and pout up at him.

  "That's not fair." You protest, but you can't help the smile that spreads when you see him beaming at you with all his pointy teeth on display.

   The rest of the night is spent full of laughter and teasing over milkshakes. You eventually wind up back home, tangled in bed together. After a change of bedding of course. You press yourself into Kirishima as much as you possibly can, though you'd both be content to melt into each other if it were possible. As you drift off, you thank your lucky stars for the man holding you, for the safety he provides, for such a dazzling first time. You're glad you waited, you'd do it again, you'd do it forever if it meant you could share it with Kirishima.