#as my follower count grows i get more self conscious about posting on here lol

[lukesunbornn]

i need. to be the epitome of true blue boygenius to somebody. that’s how i’ll know somebody’s in true love with me if i remind them of true blue. minus the hurting them bits. i want that to be a sol song so badly

[bunibelles]

I don’t update my art here as much but I do like to spill my thoughts!

Sometimes u get comments like “wow ur so talented!” or “ur growth is so fast!” when u hit certain milestones and I wonder if people ever think about their wordings. Like as a self reflection of who they are.

Talent is something that’s more behind the scenes. Anyone could work towards ‘talent’ it’s just a matter of how much time and dedication they’re willing to put into it. Maybe someone seems naturally talented but also all their work is something few people see.

Same with growth rate! (One thing I love about tumblr is hiding follower counts lol) Maybe my growth looks super fast to others but I don’t think u should let that defy ur art.

And sometimes people dm u but u wonder if they’re caught up about art style or numbers. And then u remember how u felt in their position before when u were trying multiple art styles or trying to get recognition for ur art.

And sometimes u want to share this info with them but question if spilling something in a really long paragraph is overstepping boundaries or not.

Like for the person who dmed me saying I grew my account so fast. I was gonna reply this:

“Aww ty!! Ngl I’m really appreciative about the growth but also, it’s kinda easy to get into my own head sometimes. I feel like it was way easier to post on my stories when I had a smaller following, or even looking at other accounts and comparing myself to them. Which is silly, because I started this account to focus more on my style and act as a motivator to try making more art. Sorry if this is kinda long, I’ve been thinking about numbers a lot. It’s easy to focus on numbers when they’re the first thing u see clicking onto this page. I feel like I should focus more on-“

And then I cut myself off because I was like this feels like a bit much to reply to someone online 😃 So I thanked them instead because it’s easier

But deep down I also saw myself in their position. Having an artist u looked up to but seeing their numbers grow and wanting to be like them but wonder why ur account isn’t doing well (lol I had an art account that flopped before)

My art account isn’t even that big but I like how it’s growing so far just because the art I produced so far is a reflection of what I like! And that’s what matters to me. Anyway the main thing I wanted to say to them was to try not to let things get to their heads so much. Because the way people word things could tell u so much about themselves. And their words are seen. U just wonder if ur welcomed to comment on them or not

So for those people I wanted to talk to but couldn’t, I’m saying what I wish I said here

I hope u know ur words show truth, even if ur not conscious about it. And I hope one day u self reflect and grow the way u want to <3

[kaitsawamura]

would you like to stay forever?

SUMMARY⎮   Sparring with Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro in his private gym at his home doesn't seem like a bad idea if you don't count the fact that you really, really like him.

STATS⎮ minors do not interact, 18+ ⎮  Rating: M (for mature)  ⎮  WC: 5525  ⎮   Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader  ⎮   Tags: Aged Up Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Sparring, Smut, Fluff, Age/Experience Gap (if you really squint)  ⎮  AO3

NOTES⎮  Thanks to @spacelabrathor​ for listening to me scream about this and to @some-kindofgnome​ for fueling my Kiri fever dreams.  Yes, that title is based on a Mulan quote. This whole fic was based on THIS POST and Kirishima seemed like the perfect character for this pwp.  Hope y'all enjoy!  (Also please for the love of God, click on the banner to see in HD if you’re on mobile, it looks so much better lol)

It was Saturday and even though you’re on your way to becoming a Pro Hero, you can think of several things you’d rather be doing with your one day off than going to Kirishima Eijiro’s house to spar.  But here you are pulling into his driveway, going over combat moves in your head as if your life depended on it.  They weren’t really serving their purpose which was to distract yourself.  Kiri had offered up his personal gym, encouraged you to stop by with one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing the back of his neck as if he was nervous.  

A couple of his friends had already taken him up on the offer.  You were the only one he’d offered who hadn’t come over yet.  He had texted you a couple of weeks later saying he was starting to take it personally…  and then immediately texted with a laughing emoji just to clarify he was only giving you a hard time.  It brings a smile to your face now as you remember it.  Yesterday he had also clarified it would just be the two of you if you were self-conscious sparring in front of other people.  You’d have the whole place to yourselves.  Like that should mean something.  Which it did.  It does , you realize with butterflies growing in your stomach.  Kiri doesn’t need to know that though.

The two of you had been toeing around something since you had been hired at Fatgum’s Agency a year ago.  Neither of you had made a move.  Kirishima, the Red Riot, was a big Pro Hero and while you took pride in your quirk, it didn’t hold a coin to some of the others you’d come in contact with.  It had surprised you when Toyomitsu had brought you on.  But he had mumbled something about “liking your spunk” and that he thought a teleportation quirk would be a useful one to add to his agency.  The first day you had shown up, Kiri had immediately caught your eye.  Not for the obvious reasons.  Obvious reasons being the fact that he was climbing the Pro Hero charts or the fact that he had a dynamically interesting quirk or that at twenty-five he was already built like a brickhouse. 

Those were all valid reasons, yes, but what had pulled you in was his smile and his genuine interest in you outside of your quirk.  But he was just like that you had quickly discovered.  He knew everyone’s coffee order and what they liked for lunch.  He knew when to push and when to back off.  He knew when to talk and when to listen , knew when he still had a lesson to learn.  The kids flocked to him.  Even now you’re still entirely convinced that’s actually his quirk, getting people to like him.  It’s not a difficult thing to do though.

Your brain stutters back to the present when a text notification pings from your cell phone as you sit in Kiri’s driveway, picking at non-existent lint on your gym shorts.  The cute ones you’re still convincing yourself were your only clean pair and that’s the only reason you wore them.

KIRI : i saw u pull up, u gonna come in or what 😂

Had he been waiting for you to get there?  You tapped out a quick response, one that hid the little flip in your stomach at the thought: creeper, you were watching for me lmao

Response bubbles immediately flash on your phone screen but you’re angling out of your car and shutting the door before he can reply.

Somehow, this house fits Kiri perfectly.  It isn’t big.  You had seen pictures of other top-ranking Pros’ houses.  Enji Todoroki’s house, for example, was fucking ridiculous.  But even without a massive floor plan, Kiri’s house is nicer than any you’d been in for some time.  Clean, straight lines and lots of windows.  In fact, you can see straight through the floor-to-ceiling windows out to his backyard when you reach the front door.  Is that a pool ?  Kiri had tons of fun showing pictures at the agency; it was a well-deserved investment for his already multiple years of service as a Pro.  The pictures hadn’t done the place justice though.

Kiri comes to the door, throwing it wide open with a huge grin that shows off his sharp teeth.  You ignore the way your mouth goes dry as he drags you in, babbling on like an excited little kid at you actually coming.

“I really thought you were gonna back out!  I mean, that would have been fine, of course.  I just can’t see the point of having the whole place to myself all the time.”  He’s irresistibly cute, walking around showing you the living room and the kitchen and pointing out to the backyard where, yes, there is indeed a pool.  “You can come over any time and use that too if you want!”  You thank him, warmth pooling in your stomach at how incredibly nice he is.

“Uh, we should probably get in the gym.  I have… stuff to do later,” you finish lamely.  You don’t have anything to do later but very quickly you’re realizing how far out of your depth you are here.  The familiar beginnings of the head over heels fall is washing over you in steady waves.  But you’re coworkers and the thought of coming to work every day and having to see his adorable face and not doing anything about it is almost making you nauseous.

“Oh, yeah, it’s just down the hallway,” he rumbles, leading the way and you follow trying and failing miserably to calm the nerves flashing through your veins.  You’re here alone with Kiri , the man you’ve been crushing on since you’d started working with him a year ago.  And now your stupid brain isn’t just thinking about what it would feel like to run your tongue along his teeth or how his hands would feel between your legs.  No, your stupid brain is thinking about what Kiri looks like when he first opens his eyes in the morning.

Your one-track mind is not getting any help, especially when Kiri walks through the doorway of the gym addition and immediately proceeds to pull his shirt up and over his shoulders and tosses it to the side.  Shit.  His back muscles ripple with the movement and when he turns to face you, it’s heart-wrenchingly obvious that he has no idea the effect he’s having on you.  He has to know .  Doesn’t he?  From your end, it seems wildly obvious that someone as good-looking as him should know .  

You glance around, eternally grateful for the fact that the gym is also attractive.  Floor to ceiling windows span two of the walls here as well and there’s a large set of French doors leading out to the yard.  You find yourself actually in awe when you get a better look at the landscaping.  It’s so green .  There’s a small patch of lawn but the rest is just artfully arranged native flora and fauna.  Violets, tulips.  Huge hosta plants.  And cherry trees heavy with their signature sakura blossoms.  

“Kiri, it’s beautiful!”  He comes to stand beside you, looking out the French doors as well.

“You like it?  I guess it is pretty nice, huh?”  You glance up at him, your chest expanding on a lurch looking at his smile.  You’d never noticed before but he has a light dusting of freckles across his nose.

“Yeah, really nice.”  You look out again, letting the silence grow until it feels like the most comfortable thing in the world.  After what seems like an eternity Kiri clears his throat, rocking back on the balls of his feet.  “What are you thinking for today?”  The question leaves your lips and you’re immediately regretting it; your stomach flips again when Kiri looks at you like you’re prey.

“Close combat, hand-to-hand combat.  You did mention a while ago you wanted to strengthen that, right?”  You throw your head back, rolling your eyes, and groan.  The two of you make your way to the center of the mat.

“Yeah, I mean, I’d be scared to take me on too,” Kiri says, large hands on even larger hips.   He isn’t as tall as some of the other heroes at six foot three inches but he’s wide , thick.  You know for a fact you couldn’t wrap your arms around his waist and have your hands meet.  He’s wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen.  The sharpened points of his canines are out and on prominent display.   Famous last words you think as a snarl erupts on your face.

“I’m not scared , Kiri.  I just don’t want to wear you out .  You’re a Pro Hero.  You’re on the job a lot more than I am.  Plus, you’re getting kind of old.  Is that a little gray I see coming in?”  Kiri bares his teeth even more but it’s not lost on you that he quickly reaches up to rake his fingers through his hair.  There isn’t any gray, obviously , but the thought has Red Riot distracted.  Distracted enough that when you plant your feet and your fist connects with his face, your knuckles hit skin and not the reinforced rock of his quirk.

“ Shit.”  Kiri takes a step back, reaching up to cradle his jaw.  His tongue swipes out to lick at the blood on his bottom lip.  His vermillion eyes find yours and if you didn’t work with him on a regular basis, you would have felt fear at this moment.  You know he wouldn’t hurt you but even now, a thrill races through your veins like electricity.  He looks as if he’s going to devour you.  You take your own step back, readying your quirk, reaching out to it as your fists hold their position in front of your body.  A dark chuckle spills from his chest as Kiri calls on his own quirk.

Now it was your turn to be distracted; you had always been fascinated by Kiri’s quirk, the way his body looked when it hardened up.  The ripples of muscle still visible under the toughened skin.  The divots and ridges and how they mapped their way across his shoulders and chest and abdomen.  You knew how it felt to the touch in fake combat.  The Fatgum heroes all took pride in maintaining a healthy routine; sparring was a common workout that was previously done at a local public gym.  You wonder absently what it would feel like to touch him slow and at the moment.  When you could give extra attention with extra time. 

Kiri closes the space between the two of you at the moment your mind strays and you barely are able to teleport out of the way to avoid him crashing into you.  You try to take a swipe at him as you materialize from in front of him to behind but this time he’s ready for you and he’s using his quirk.  Instead of moving out of the way, he plants his feet and allows your punch to hit.  Pain radiates up through your fingers and wrist.  It always irritated you that you had to prepare yourself to strike Kiri when he was using his quirk.  Otherwise, you’d be in for a whole lot of hurt every time you landed a punch.

Teleportation is a pretty handy quirk.  It gives you a pretty good advantage the more you work on your close combat skills.  The trick with Kiri was to keep going at him until he ran out of energy.  You hadn’t gotten to that point yet; your quirk had its limits as well.  You were only two years out of UA, Kiri was out by seven.  His strength was already fairly unmatched; sparring with him was always good practice.  You relish the thought of the day you can win a sparring session without tapping out.  It surges through you like pure energy.  

You teleport to stand in front of him again, shifting your weight into your hips and up through your right hook.  This time your fist connects with Kiri’s side and he lets out a small grunt.  Your fingers don’t hurt so bad this time and by the time Kiri is retaliating, you jump back a few feet.  He hmms, a sound that reverberates from his chest.

“That’s all well and good but how do you expect to do anything if you jump that far away?”  He lunges forward at a running start, leaping at the last second, sending his gloved fist into your stomach.  You were fast, but still not always fast enough.  You double over, the air rushing from your lungs and your pre-workout protein smoothie threatening to exit back the way it went in.  Sweat is already beading on your brow and sliding under your tank top.  You take a few breaths through your nose when an idea pops into your head; you stay bent over.  “Hey, I didn’t hit you that hard.  You good?”  

Kiri comes to stand in front of you, leaving him vulnerable.  He can’t see your smirk until it’s too late.  You wail on him, using some of the basic combos he’s taught you before today.  Satisfaction rolls through you when he actually takes a step back.  But then he puts his arms up in front of him, clenching his abdomen and bending inward to protect his core.  He drops just a fraction and before you realize what’s happening, he’s swiping his leg out to push through yours.  You watch in slow motion as you see his laughing face then the ceiling of the gym as you flip and land on your back.

If you thought you were out of breath before…  “Fuuu-.”  It’s a wheeze that feels like it’s ripping your chest open.  You’re seeing stars.  Kiri stands over you, hands on his hips again.  You stare at his face; the hero has his hair pulled back into a bun.  You snort, rolling your eyes.  Why does he still look so fucking good?  The sweat has caused some of the pieces falling out of his hair tie to curl.  His hair has curl to it?  You’ve never noticed before, considering he always gels it into spikes.  You like the curl.  “Are you--are you gonna help me up, or what?”  It was still painful to talk.

Kiri tilts his head to the side, just slightly, and crosses his arms.  “I’m thinking not.  Last time I let down my guard you got those good combos in.”  You stare in stunned silence, sitting up so you’re supported by your elbows.  Kiri shifts slightly and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s backing up to… get a better view.   

“Is that any way to treat your student,  Red Riot?”  You know you get under his skin when he clicks his tongue against his teeth and holds out a hand with a begrudging eye roll.  He pulls you up with ease, quickly enough that you almost lose your balance, swaying into his space.  You look up, eyes moving back and forth between his.  

He draws in a breath and drags his bottom lip between his teeth.  “First of all,” he says as he places his hands on your upper arms, “I’m not your teacher.  I’m not that much older than you.  Secondly,” he mutters as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “our relationship isn’t that formal is it?”  He’s so fucking close.  This is getting dangerous.  Dangerous because Kiri is within kissing distance.  Dangerous because this gentle side of him is making you lose more breath than falling on your ass.  Dangerous because the thought of Kiri taking you on the floor right now is almost too much to bear.  

So you fall back on what you’re here to do.  Fight.  You flash him a wicked smile before rallying your quirk and teleporting a few feet away.  His hand is still raised in mid-air and when his head whips to look in your direction, his crimson eyes are narrowed and his nostrils are flared.  He laughs and rolls his neck, dancing on his toes.

“Okay.  I see.  I’m not gonna go easy on you, you know?”  You snort and put your fists up in front of you again.

“As if you were going easy on me before, Kiri.  Bring it on.”  He smiles, the sharp points of his teeth enough to make your thoughts swerve again before you bring them under control.  “Bring it on,” you whisper more to yourself as you brace for the fight.

Two hours later, you feel the strain in your muscles.  Your quirk is running low on reserves and you know you won’t be able to use it much more.  Kiri looks like he hasn’t wasted a breath but you can see he’s getting tired in the way his feet don’t move as sharply.  And if the length of time he’s using his quirk is any indication to his state of mind, you know the two of you will be calling it a day soon.  But you’re also both stubborn.  And you’re dying to get one more good move in on him.

The cockiness the two of you had at the beginning of the sparring session hasn’t gone away but has burned hot into determination.  No more smiles, only clear-headed concentration.  The two of you are an arm's length from each other, throwing various punches and switching quickly between using your quirks and not.  You’re breathing hard, sweat gathering at your brow as you throw another right hook that Kiri easily blocks.

“Get out of your head.  You can be too predictable sometimes.”  He doesn’t mean for it to come across as rude but the words strike a match to a guttering fire.  You bare your own teeth at Kiri even though they aren’t sharp and probably don’t look nearly as threatening but it helps you feel powerful nonetheless.  You drop without a second thought, lowering to your palms and sweeping your leg out in front of you in a wide arc.  A grin spreads across your face when your calf meets Kiri’s ankle.  He’s too physically dense for this move to work if he had seen it coming.  But he doesn’t.  And his solid 220 pounds of muscle falls hard.  

You allow yourself the satisfaction of the moment for only a split second; Kiri’s recovery time is much shorter than yours so it isn’t long before he’s scrambling forward.  He goes straight for your wrists to subdue you but with a smirk, you realize in his haste he’s put himself in the perfect position for you to possibly gain the upper hand.  You scoot up away from him just enough to drag his arm forward and swing your legs around his neck.  Then you elevate your hips and lock your core.

It’s over from there as you squeeze with every last ounce of strength left in your body.  It doesn’t take long for him to tap out.  You release as soon as you feel his loose hand tap your arm; he collapses over you and you’re too tired to move away or push him off.  Now his breathing is rough and you feel a surge of pride.  You reach up and place your hand on his head where his bun has come undone; he’s so heavy but it doesn’t feel bad.  In fact, the feel of Kirishima resting his head and upper chest on your stomach is feeling nothing short of good .  He’s still between your legs and suddenly the air is crackling with a new kind of energy when you gently comb your fingers through his hair.

He rises up, his hands on either side of you.  His hips rest between your legs; the mingled heat radiating from both of you is almost more than you can take but there is no way you’re going to move anywhere.  He leans forward, so close you can see the flecks of burnt orange in his eyes.  If you moved forward just a little, you could close that space between you.  He leans down more, his mouth right next to the shell of your ear.

“Maybe not always predictable.  You did good today.  Probably some of the best fighting I’ve seen from you so far.  Keep it up.”  He grunts, a shift of his hips allowing the curve of his cock to brush against your clothed sex through his gym shorts.  He stiffens in what you think might be embarrassment.  “Shit, sorry, let me just, uh--”  The stuttering mess he becomes right before your eyes makes something lurch in your chest; you reach for his face without thinking.

“Kiri,” you whisper, rolling your own hips against his.  His cheeks are burning a shade of red almost as vibrant as his hair.  You bring up your other hand, holding his face between them and bringing him down to settle over you once more.  Your lips meet his; he seems to war with himself for just a moment.  A suspended second in time.  But then he gives in, slipping his tongue against yours in a delicious sliding vision of what’s coming.

He reaches between you to slip his hand under your tank top; his hand is big and nearly encompasses your side.  But it’s warm and gentle.  Gentle.  Who would have guessed that Red Riot could be so fucking gentle?  But he is and when his hand moves lower to slide below the hem of your shorts, you give yourself to him with no reservations.  His middle finger passes through the mess of your sex; a hissed breath rattles through his chest as your back arches on a ragged groan.

“ Shit.  You’re so wet .”  He slides his finger back and forth, gathering your slick on the thick digit.  He takes his hand away and you mewl.  “Can I?”  He asks breathlessly as he hooks his hands on the hem of your shorts.  You nod, eyes half-lidded.  He pulls them down along with your underwear and the way he looks at you, at what’s between your legs, you don’t even have the wherewithal to feel self-conscious.  Adoration.  It’s the only word you can think of and it makes you wonder if you’d made a mistake waiting so long.

He’s on his knees when he takes your legs and drapes them on either side of his hips; this time he doesn’t hesitate in slipping his finger into your cunt.  You nearly see stars just from that and if one finger is any indication, you’re in for it.  Slowly, he adds another, his hand pumping into you in a steady rhythm.  You’re grabbing for the ground, grabbing for him as a strangled noise pushes from your throat.  He reaches out with his other hand to splay it across your sternum and it’s the only thing anchoring you as he adds the third finger before scooting down to put his mouth on your clit.

“ Kiri,” you keen, shoving your hips into his touch, frantically scrabbling for his wrist that’s on your chest just to have something to hold on to.  He’s done this before, he’s had to.  He’s too good.  Too fucking good.  Already there’s coiling in your gut as incomprehensible words tumble from your mouth.  “Shit.  Shit.  Kiri I’m--I’m gonna--”  He rumbles approvingly against your clit; the vibrations send you closer and closer to the edge and when it crests, your back arches near pain as you cry out, your voice echoing in the gym.  It’s deep, roaring through all of your limbs but  Kiri keeps going, fingers still pumping, tongue still swirling around your sensitive nub.

Another orgasm breaks over you sharp and quick and the overstimulation has your legs quaking as your arousal gushes over Kiri’s hand and tongue.  But then he’s moving again, and you’re blearily aware that he’s shoving his own shorts and boxers past his hips to free his cock.  You stare as it bounces back to sit near the planes of his stomach; it’s already leaking steadily with precum.  Kiri looks back at you and when your eyes meet, you dart your tongue out between your lips to wet them.  Another time, maybe.  

Kiri leans forward to lift you up and the closer you get you can barely see any red in his eyes; his pupils are blown, his nostrils flared as he lifts you like you weigh nothing .  He could snap you like a twig.  But he won’t.  You know without a doubt this is the safest you’ve ever felt, even as he lowers you slowly over his cock and it does feel like you’re being split .

“ Fuuuck…”  You wrap your legs around him, your mouth dropped open, your hands gripping his shoulders.  You try not to dig your nails in but it’s almost impossible with how you’re being filled.  You knew Kiri was big but this was almost too much.  His forehead drops to yours as he pants.  But he’s not moving, won’t move until you tell him to.  It makes your heart ache and your cunt floods, drunk on the affection thrumming through your veins.  You roll your hips experimentally and the friction is bliss.  “Oh fuck, ohfuck.”  You move again, pushing yourself up and back down, listening to the hitch in his breathing.  “ Kiri, please, ” you whisper.  Those words… they’re enough.

Kirishima grips you by the hips, his fingers splayed and digging into the flesh; it’ll leave bruises and the knowledge cracks through you like electricity.  Let him leave marks.  Let him leave them everywhere.  He’s moving you up and down his cock, grunting, mumbling.  “Tell me, Kiri, tell me.”  His eyes meet yours again and his own mouth drops open.

“Fuck, you’re so good.  S’ tight.  Jesus, I-- ” Kiri moves his hands from your hips to support you as he lays you down on the floor of the gym.  The idea should be questionable but it’s not, it’s fucking not and you can’t concentrate on any other thoughts when Kiri grabs your wrists and pins them gently above your head with one hand while the other comes back to your hip.  He thrusts into you at a brutal pace but… it feels like home and you think in that moment as your cunt begins to seize around his cock that you would give up forever to continue touching him.

“Yes, Kiri, yes.  Right there, right--shit yesyes yes. ”  He pistons up, the veins of his cock rubbing just right and when he releases the grip on your hands, they’re moving to wrap around him on instinct.  He’s planting kisses along your jaw, mouthing up to your lips and back down to graze his teeth over your pulse point.  “Do it, fuckin’ do it, let them know ‘m yours, ” you slur and when he bites down you crash over the edge on a groan that’s really more of a scream.  Everything goes black but you're cradling him to you as his movements become more erratic.  The snapping of his hips is getting sloppier by the second and a steady growl punches from his lungs with each breath.  “Cum, Kirishima, cum inside me.”

He’s never heard those words before and it lights a fire in his veins.  His head is buzzing and then he can’t hear anything as his cock releases and he’s spurting searing hot ropes of cum into your cunt.  He goes until you’ve milked every last drop from him and he’d be lying if he said his world didn't suddenly feel whole.  Finally, his body settles and his chest drops to yours.  Everything slowly bleeds back into focus and somehow, everything seems more colorful than it did moments before.  You’re still clinging to him.

“Kiri.  Kiri, babe, I can’t breathe,” you say and he slowly rises, taking in your blissed-out expression.  Your eyes can barely stay open, your cheeks are flushed.  He backs up to see his handiwork on display, hyper-focused on the trail of the mingling cum dripping from the mess of your sex.  But you’re smiling.  Lazy and tired, completely at ease.  “Wanna take a shower?”  When you nod he doesn’t hesitate in standing to kick his underwear and shorts the rest of the way off his legs and then he’s grabbing you, scooping you into his arms and against his chest.  He pads out of the gym and across the hall to his bathroom where he deposits you on your feet, only after he’s sure you can stand and only long enough to turn the shower head-on.

He puts his hand under the water, waiting for it to get warm.  Steam billows from behind the glass door when he’s turning back to you to remove your tank top and your sports bra.  Thank god you chose the front-closure one today; you didn’t think either one of you wanted to struggle to get one up over your head right now.  When your breasts spill out of the high-impact fabric, you notice with tender amusement that his cock is half-hard again.  His eyes go dark again and he leans in for a kiss.  But it's slow and sweet. 

"You're so fuckin' beautiful," he whispers.  He ignores his arousal, ushering you into the stream of water.  Your care is the only thing that matters to him right now.  The heat slides across your body, and when Kirishima steps up behind you and begins soaping up your shoulders, it feels like heaven .

You take turns washing each other until you’re both blissed out in a different kind of way and the only thing either one of you can think about is sleep.  But the afterglow is fading and doubt is creeping in.  When you step out of the water, you stand awkwardly as Kiri hands you a towel.  “You okay?”  He’s actually concerned and you can’t put your finger on why you’re so fucking grateful for it.

“Yea, just tired.  I should, uh, probably get going.”  Kiri freezes and you think you’ve said something wrong, already crossed a line.  Your brain is like a broken record as the stomach-curdling image of having to see him at the agency flashes across your eyes in vivid detail.  But then he’s stepping into your space and pulling you in for a hug.  A hug.

“Don’t go,” he whispers into the crown of your head and it has you smiling like an idiot against his chest.  His skin smells clean and warm with a hint of spice.  You bury your face further in as you nod against him.  Then he’s leading you to his room, to the king-sized bed.  He peels back the comforter and the white sheets and pulls you in beside him.  Your back is against him and he hooks his foot around your ankles, bringing you even closer.  

He doesn’t say anything more, just lets out a huge sigh as he wraps his arm around you.  The last thing you notice before your eyes flutter shut is how your heartbeats are thumping at the same steady rhythm.  

Late afternoon sunlight slants in Kirishima’s bedroom window, creating interesting patterns across his blanket.  It’s pushed towards the end of the bed, your legs intertwined and tangled in the sheets.  He’s still dozing, his breathing not quite that of someone sleeping but not of a person fully awake.  You reach out to cup his cheek, stroke above his eyebrows, caress his lips with your thumb.  A contented sigh leaves his chest as he grabs your hand and kisses your wrist.  His eyes are open now and he watches you.  You smile at him, snuggling closer, not wanting the moment to end.

“Hey,” he says quietly, suddenly serious.  “I just want you to know, I don’t do this all the time.  I mean, I’ve been with other people before but I don’t…  I don’t really hook up .”  Things start clicking into place as you realize what he’s trying to get across.  He just fucked you stupid in his personal gym and somehow he looks bashful.  And because you love it, you’re not going to help him along.  You just watch, biting your lip to keep from giggling.  “I just.  I guess what I’m trying to say is I like you.  I’ve liked you for a long time.  And normally I would have wined and dined you first but...  Well.  Here we are.  Would you like to stay for dinner?”

That’s the last straw; your laughter comes bubbling out of you and Kiri is leaning back to look at you with a quizzical expression on his face.  “Is something funny?”  That just makes you laugh a little harder but the confused look he’s wearing has you leaning in to press your lips against his.

“I’ve liked you from the first day I met you, Kiri.  I’ll one-up your offer and tell you that I might like to stay forever.”  A grin rips across his face and your heart blooms with warmth and affection.  The world seems full of possibilities but none of them matter except for the possibility laying right in front of you.

[everlastingdreams]

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader : Invidia  Chapter 2

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Notes: Chapter 2 and my keyboard is acting weird. That litlle line that shows you were you’re about to type disappears and I end up writing over my text so this took way too long to post omg lol

Summary:  Maze sends you on a date with another guy to help you forget about your feelings for Lucifer. Lucifer soon starts to act stranger than usual.

Chapter:  2 / 4 

Trigger Warning: None I think.

Word Count:  2042 words

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You rolled your eyes and shut the door he had left open “I don't know, so..no.. I guess you don't know him unless Maze told you about him or something.”

He was silent for a moment before he arched his brow “Right..” he took a sip of the juice “So, you are going on a date with a guy you don't even know ?” you noticed how he scoffed a little and tried to hide it by taking another sip.

As much as you cared for him, right now he was getting on your nerves. You crossed your arms in a defensive way “Do you spend time getting to know a person before you decide to sleep with them ?” you turned the tables on him.

It took him by suprise, he put the glass down “I do, most of the time, learn their name. To avoid awkward situations like calling them the wrong name when-”

You held up your hand stopping him from finishing whatever it was that he was going to say. You did not want that thought in your head of Lucifer with other people, not tonight.

He cleared his throat and suddenly looks at you strangely, almost shocked “Hold on, do you intend to sleep with this guy ??”

Your eyes widened at his question “Uuuh...” you knew he had little shame when it came to getting into other people personal business, but the question and the way he asked it suprised you anyway.

You decided not to answer his question and just turned and started to walk away.

Lucifer was quick to follow behind you “All I'm saying is, he could be a serial killer. Like the ones we put behind bars. Or maybe he's married, engaged, or even-”

“Will you shut it !” you turned to him in frustration.

He leaned back at your sudden move “Alright.”

He looked hurt, you sighed “I'm sorry...I know we haven't spend much time together lately and I am sorry for that too but..look, I need to get ready. He's going to pick me up soon and I don't have an outfit yet.”

That seemed to pull his attention and he clapped his hands together “Well then. Chop chop. Let's see what you got.”

Your mouth fell open a bit, not understanding what the hell was going on at this point.

He snapped his fingers in front of your face “Hello, (y/n). Earth is calling.”

You pushed his hand away from your face "You ? You want to help me pick out an outfit...for my date.. ?" your brows raised as you looked at him in disbelieve. "Clearly you need the help." he said it in a casual way.

You stared at him, still suprised how he often didn't realise how close he was to getting punched in the face. Even if he had been punched by people in the face before during cases. You would think he would learn, but no.

You pulled a face and crossed your arms.

“What ? What did I say ?” he asked oblivious.

You arched a brow “Really ?”

It seemed to click with him “Oh ! What I am trying to say rather poorly..uh..”

You rolled your eyes and walked towards your wardrobe “Don't finish that sentence. Just don't.”

“Right. Sorry..” he plopped down on your bed and crossed his legs.

“Okay, so I'll just try on some stuff and you..” you waved a hand in his direction, looking for the right words “.. go easy on me.”

“Of course, I'm not judgemental unlike some.” he explained and you noticed the sneer to his father.

You chuckled a little, he was right. Lucifer wasn't judgemental unlike a lot of people you knew. That was something you liked about him.

You grabbed some stuff from your wardrobe and stepped into the bathroom to change into the clothes you had picked.

When you walked out Lucifer was reading in a book you had on your nightstand, he looked up at you when he heard you enter the room and let his eyes wander over your body without shame. Heat rose to your cheeks when you noticed it.

He clicked his tongue “Nope. That's not it.”

Your eyes widened at how quickly his attitude seemed to change. First he seemed to eye you up and now he shrugged it off “Okay... Why ?” you brushed your hand over the small dress.

He chuckled at your question “It's not a funeral you're going to, is it ?”

You narrowed your eyes at his comment, you pointed at the hem of the dress “It's a bit short for a funeral too though.” you were being sarcastic.

“Exactly.” he said it, completely oblivious. Before he picked the book up again.

You stood and stared at his strange behaviour. The dress you were wearing was similar to the dresses the women wore at Lux. You had expected Lucifer to react very different to it.

You walked back to the bathroom, confused, to try on another outfit. Lucifer had volunteered to help you pick an outfit but his feedback wasn't very helpfull.

You put on the other dress and walked out again. Lucifer laid stretched out on your bed, hands behind his head as he looked like he was taking a nap.

You scoffed a little and crossed your arms. You fake coughed to get his attention.

He jolted up a bit “Oh yes, right.” he stammered before his eyes focused on you.

His mouth was slightly open as he stared at you, at this point you were starting to feel self-conscious at his silence. Was his silence a good thing ? You didn't recall ever knowing him to be silent like this before. Did you look so bad that it even silenced the devil himself ?

“Well ?” you shrugged, palms up before dropping your arms at your sides again.

He blinked once and sat back a bit more “I suppose it will do..” he sighed.

You looked down at your dress, the fabric flowing over your curves. If this dress didn't do it for you then nothing in your wardrobe would.

“It will do ?” you couldn't help but feel like shit. You shook your head “Great. Just great.”

He arched his brow “What did I-” he started but you waved his concern away.

“Nothing. It's just.. nevermind.” you turned to head back to the bathroom but he moved so he was sitting on the edge of your bed.

“(y/n) ? What's wrong ?” the concern in his voice was audible and you turned back around.

“Ugh.. just.. look at me !” you motioned to yourself.

His raised his brows “I am looking at you.”

You groaned “I look like a joke ! Who am I kidding ?!” You plopped down on the bed next to him “He's going to be here soon and I can't even find a nice outfit.”

You felt Lucifer's hand on your arm and you looked at him “Come come, don't fret. There must be something in this thing that will serve the purpose.” he stood up and looked inside the wardrobe.

“I don't have the kind of wardrobe you have, Lucifer.” you stated “Mine mostly consists of clothes I wear to work.”

“Then I guess we will have to be creative.” his voice filled with a strange enthusiasm. He pulled a drawer open and you jumped up when you saw which drawer it was. The drawer with your lingerie. “Well -”

You shut the drawer before he could reach for anything in it and gave him a warning look.

He raised his hands in defeat and mumbled an apology. His eyes fell on something in your wardrobe “This might suit the occasion well !” he pulled some clothes out and held them up for you as he smirked. He looked like he had just solved the world's biggest puzzle.

Your eyes darted between him and the clothes he had picked out for you.

"You want me to go an a date in an ugly christmas sweater and my pajama pants?" Lucifer looked at the outfit a second time "Well, it is a very colorfull combination sure to draw his attention. Isn't that what you want ? " The last words came out a bit sharp somehow. "His and everyone else's. Seriously, Lucifer." you walked to him, taking the clothes from him and placing them back in the right spot. "I really thought you would be able to give me good advice on this matter considering you always look.." you waved your hand up and down as you motioned in his direction. A shit eating grin grew on his face as he shifted on his feet, brushing a hand over his jacket "Ravishing ?" You rolled your eyes at his massive ego "I was gonna say stylish. Fashionable." His smile fell a little "Oh."

“I shouldn't blame this on you, I'm sorry.” you shook your head “ You can't help that I'm lacking in the whole attractive thing.” you sat back down on the edge of the bed. “I know you want to help me, and I appreciate it.” you smiled weakly.

“(y/n)...” he sighed as he sat down next to you, his voice softer “If he has any brains inside his skull then he won't give a damn about your clothes. Or your appearance for that matter.”

You looked at him and he smiled at you so sweetly that you almost melted.

“You are so much more then your looks, and those are quite breathtaking as well.” he continued as he took your hand in his "Just wear this, this dress. You look absolutely lovely." his thumb traced the skin of your hand in a comforting way. A smile was slowly growing on your lips "Then why did you say I looked bad in this ?”

Lucifer avoided your eyes for a second, and he chuckled nervously. He took a deep breath “There's something I want to t-”

The sound of your doorbell interupted him and you jumped a little at the unexpected sound.

“Oh shit. He's early." you hadn't been very nervous yet, but now you were definitely feeling just that. "Someone's eager..” Lucifer said as he stood up and brushed his hands over his jacket. “Well then. Let's not keep him waiting shall we ?” he muttered the words.

It took you a bit too long to realise he said 'we' “What ?” you jumped up and almost ran after him “Lucifer, wait !”.

You were too late and Lucifer swung the door open. This wasn't going as planned at all.

“Lucifer..” you whispered as you came to stand next to him. You tried to push him aside a bit but he didn't even budge.

Your eyes followed his and you saw a handsome blonde-haired guy looking at you a bit suprised. You didn't blame him, it must have looked quite strange.

“Good evening, my name is Mike Worth. Uhm.. Are you ?” he looked at you as he spoke.

Lucifer blocked your path as he reached his hand out to Mike, completely ignoring the question he was about to ask you “Lucifer Morningstar.” he introduced himself with bravado and Mike shook his hand “I am (y/n)'s partner.”

Your eyes widened at his choice of words, and so did Mike's.

Mike's eyes darted between you and Lucifer “Oh.. I.. I'm sorry but I thought you-”

“No, no ! Lucifer is my partner as in we work together. It was a poor choice of words. There's nothing going on here.” you pointed between you and Lucifer. This time refusing to look at Lucifer, who seemed to be hell-bent on making this as awkward as possible for you.

“Well, I-” Lucifer was about to speak again.

“Was just leaving.” you finished his sentence for him. Giving him a warning look.

He looked affronted for a moment, giving Mike a look “Right.. I suppose I should leave you two to it then.” he huffed and Mike stepped aside to let Lucifer pass.

Lucifer stopped next to Mike for a second, looking at him in a way that it looked like he was judging him. Before he walked to his car and drove off.

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