#i hope this is okay hhnn :')

[yourhero404]

4/20- Katsuki’s Birthday

Hey guys!! It’s 4/20 and you know that that means... blaZE IT-

No, I’m kidding. It’s the one and only Katsuki’s birthday and I have spent all day writing this fic to show my love and appreciation for a good Boom Boy. I’m not late, it’s 10:31pm here, trust me I’m a scientist.

So! I hope you like this, I dunno if it’s been done before, buuuuuut, a dream of mine sparked this idea so I ran with it! ^^

Katsuki

Type: x reader

Words: 1,833 :’)

"Hey, wake up," you nudged him gently, attempting to wake the beast. "Get up! Do you realize what today is?"

Katsuki rolled over, throwing an arm across your torso to stop you from prodding him. "Mm. Yeah. Go back to sleep," he mumbled. The more you squirmed to get out from under his arm, the closer his eyebrows drew together. "Just sleep in (y/n), it's early."

"You of all people want to sleep in?" he let out a soft growl in response. "Fine, another hour or so then- but not too long! We can't miss lunch," the emphasis you placed on 'can't' was lost to the soft snores that were now fanned across your shoulder as he nuzzled against it in his sleep. You sighed, hoping the alarm on your phone was still set to wake the two of you up on time while you drifted back off to dream land.

Your alarm woke you up with a start- bolting upright, you threw Katsuki off of you as he groaned. He sat up at a much slower pace than you did, rubbing the sleep off of his face while his complaints were muffled.

"The hell'd you do that for?" he snarled, flopping back onto his side to face away from you. He grunted when you smacked him with the pillow, "Hey, stop that!"

"No! I said we should have gotten up earlier! Now get up, I'm gonna go get ready- I'm coming back in half an hour and you better be up and dressed by then!"

"(Y/n), why are you in such a rush today?" He looked over his shoulder to raise his eyebrow at you, genuinely curious about your sudden get-up-and-go attitude.

"Oh! U-um, haha, I just don't want to miss lunch!" you fiddled with the hem of your shirt as he rolled onto his back, curiosity peaking.

"You can eat lunch any time after noon, though."

"I'm very diligent about eating lunch at the appropriate time, Katsuki." You nervously scratched the back of your neck as you slowly made your way to the door, "J-just get up and get ready, I'll be back!" After slamming the door and taking off to your own dorm room, you pulled your phone to your ear, listening to the dial tone for a moment before it started to ring.

You knew Katsuki would never admit that he missed his momma since moving into the dorms. Too much of a tough guy to even admit that he's a momma's boy to begin with, really. A few weeks ago, however, as the two of you were laying together watching some horribly cliché action movie and his guard was down, he let it slip that it'd be the first time he's not at home with his mom for his own birthday. The downcast tone in his voice almost broke your heart- so you decided to fix that. One quick peek at his phone, you got her phone number and gave her a ring the next day to invite her to lunch! Now all that was left was to actually get him there on time.

Throwing open his bedroom door once again, you call out that he better be dressed because you were coming in. He sat on the edge of his bed and snarled before yelling that you could have knocked first- he was definitely more awake now than he was a while ago.

"Let's go big head, it's time for lunch!"

"DON'T CALL ME BIG HEAD!" he exploded. You laughed, motioning for him to hurry up before taking off down the hallway, waiting for him at the stairwell as he walked at a steady pace down the hall. "It's just lunch, (y/n). The world isn't going to run out of it, you don't have to run for it."

"Well, where I wanna go has good food, they might run out!" you jumped down a few steps at a time, trying to coax him to pick up the pace- he didn't.

He looked around the common room- no one was there and you could see the slight confusion hidden in his brow, did they forget what today was? Or did they not care?  Did (y/n) care? Wait- you did, you asked this morning if he had realized what today was. Is this what you were doing for his birthday? Lunch? Is what why you're rushing, did you have somewhere specific in mind? If you told the restaurant it was his birthday and they sing to him, he won't hesitate to punch you. Okay, he would hesitate, but he'd definitely make you regret it.

You grab his hand, dragging him off of school grounds and down to the station. Holding his hand seemed to give him incentive to keep up to your pace and you sighed in relief every time you checked the time on your phone.

"What do you keep checking?" he asked while you nervously shoved your phone back deep into your pocket. "Got another boyfriend on the side?"

"No! I just... want to make sure it's still lunch time?" The questionable tone in your voice made it painfully obvious that you were a terrible liar. What you were lying about, however, he had no idea.

The two of you stood outside of a homey, hole-in-the-wall sort of cafe. Looking between you and the sign, his eyes started to grow wide, the frown he was trying to use to hide a smile broke slightly.

"I love this place," he mumbled. He looked at his feet while you tilted forward, trying to meet his eyes with a large smile- he kept avoiding your stare as he confessed, "My mom and I come here every year for lunch on my birthday- well, used to." He sounded dejected- the corners of your mouth pulled down a moment before letting your enthusiasm shine through.

"Well, now you can come here with me today! Hey, that isn't nice!" he pretended to gag at the sappiness behind your offer before you called him out on it. "Come on, let's go in!" You pulled him in behind you, a little skip in your step as you drag him to the corner booth.

"Will you stop effin' pulling me? I'm not some sort of-" the look on his face was absolutely priceless. A mixture of shock and tenderness washed over him as he looked to find a homemade birthday cake sitting on the table, across from his mother who dawned a bright smile.

"Happy birthday!" both you and his mother called out as he hid his eyes behind his arm, obviously hiding a few stray tears. He slid into the booth, you following suit as Mitsuki sat in the middle of the bench across from the two of you.

"Why are you here?" He asked, frowning to try and hide the happiness that shone in his eyes.

"(Y/n) invited me! Were you planning on not seeing me today? You little brat," she leaned across the table, bopping him on the head; he growled and snapped his teeth at her. They spent a lot of time bickering back and forth, the smirks on their lips told you it was just how the two of them got along. You were happy just sitting there, listening to the conversation and watching just how easily Katsuki seemed to light up- you even threw in a sarcastic comment every now and again to tease him while he blew up at you, at least Mitsuki had your back. She gave him a present- a video game she figured he'd like, she was right- and he pretended to hate it, but the smile on her face basically told you that it was a ruse.

You cut and dealt out pieces of cake- you thought it tasted amazing! Katsuki, on the other hand...

"Ew, this is disgusting!" he pretended to gag on the bite in his mouth, so you turned towards him with your mouth full.

"I'll eat it," you mumbled through your food, reaching over to slide his plate towards you.

"NO, IT'S MINE," he yelled, furiously snatching his plate and turning his back to you. You glanced up to notice his mom laughing at the two of you before both of your faces started to burn a bright red.

The three of you sat there for hours while the two of them caught up, and you got the scoop on those sweet, sweet baby Katsuki stories while he screamed at the two of you. When the three of you started to part ways, you snapped a picture while she pulled him in for a hug- he may not have hugged back and certainly sported an irritated look on his face, but he also didn't fight her off.

The walk back to the dorms was a quiet one, his eyes were glued to the ground and the emotion on his face was unreadable. Slowly, his fingers danced around with yours before interlacing them; His grip was strong but at the same time, you could sense the gentleness behind the action. Before walking onto campus, he pulled you to the side of the gate out of view and pulled the hand he held up to lay a kiss on your knuckles. He wasn't typically the lovey-dovey type, which said a lot about the appreciation he currently held close to his heart for you. Looking into his eyes, you saw just how truly happy he was at the turnout of today- you knew what he was attempting to say without him ever having to say it out loud.

"You're welcome, big head," you teased, laying your other hand on his cheek as he leaned into it with his eyes closed. You leaned forward, planting a small kiss on the tip of his nose as he stood there for a moment, relishing in the affection you were showing him. "Hey, Katsuki?" you whispered, "Can I play your video game first?"

"Hell no you can't," he said keeping his position but drawing in his eyebrows, "It's mine."

"Hmm," you rolled your eyes, twisting your mouth in thought before removing both of your hands, "I guess I'll just have to tell everyone that you're a momma's boy instead."

"You wouldn't," he snarled.

"Oh, I wouldn't?" you smirked, quickly turning away and sprinting as fast as possible to the front doors of the dorm, hearing him explode behind you before you hear the loud thuds of his feet hitting the ground behind you.

"I'll kill you!" he screamed, anger and slight fear coming through his tone.

"Happy birthday!" you giggle over your shoulder, knowing full well that he would catch up to you in no time and your fun would be extinguished.

Your only hope was that surprising him at lunch was enough to make him genuinely happy- and due to his unusually soft, clingy behaviour for the rest of the day, you'd venture to say that it worked.

Apparently even tough guys can be momma's boys too.

[livingforthewhump]

I hope you are having a great night! Maybe I could ask for another part of civilian saves villain, please?

Thank you <33

the long awaited continuation is here folks, and still several days late! (part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six)

Whumptober No 1. A Little Out of the Ordinary

Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | “This Wasn’t Supposed to Happen”

The next time Civilian woke up they were screaming. Something was crawling up the inside of their arm, a razorblade making its way through their veins. Their other hand flew up, blindly clawing at the pain. Somehow, their fingers caught around something round and flexible. They grabbed onto it tight and pulled.

“Civilian, stop!”

A voice, rapid footsteps, and then a weight on the bed next to them. Gloved hands wrapping around their own and lifting them away. A frustrated, agonized growl crawled out of Civilians's throat. The fire was all around them now, burning and itching under their skin. Their eyes were closed tight against the overwhelming onslaught, hot tears leaking out.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” The voice sounded frantic, somewhat breathless. Familiar. “Can you look at me, Civilian? Where are you right now?”

Their head spun. How were they meant to answer that many questions? They couldn't even remember the questions they'd been asked. The only thing they could think of was—

“Hhnn, h-hurts,” they managed, throat burning with the effort it took to breathe.

A slight tightening of the grip on their wrists. Their breath shuttered, choppy. In, out, in, in in inin…They were being bad, weren’t they? When it hurt, it was a punishment. That meant they weren’t supposed to make it stop. They weren’t supposed to be struggling. They hadn’t even apologized, never mind that they couldn’t remember what they had even done wrong. They slowly forced themself to fall limp.

The person—Hero, they were sure, seemed to sense the shift in them.

“Civilian…?” They sounded hesitant now.

They gasped, choking on air slightly. More tears wound their way down their face, cooling on their jaw, their throat. “H-Hero.” Their voice was a pathetic whine, but they couldn’t help it, and they no longer knew what shame felt like.

Hero stiffened.

Oh. They weren’t supposed to call him by his name right now, was that it? If they’d just been punished, they should be groveling. Before they could make their voice work again, though, Hero started talking again.

“No, Civilian, Hero isn’t here. They’re not going to hurt you again, do you understand?” A long pause, during which Civilian stayed quiet because no, they didn’t understand. And everything still hurt like the worst of Hero’s serums. “Can you please open your eyes?”

That caught Civilian’s attention. It would be a cold day in hell before Hero said please to them. And so they forced their eyes to open, to blink away the stark white that covered their vision at first. Finally, their eyes focused on the face above them, and it wasn’t Hero at all.

Civilian’s brow furrowed deeper. Another whine slipped from their throat.

Villain—why was it Villain? Why were they here?—glanced down at Civilian's twitching hands and said, “If I let go of you, can I trust you not to hurt yourself?”

Civilian hesitated, then shook their head. They would start clawing at the source of the pain again, they couldn't help it. It was a burning need, to get this torture out of them, to make it all stop. Their skin stabbed and prickled, and they shifted restlessly as though it was on the bed they laid on rather than inside of them. Now they could see an IV pumping fluid into their arm right where the agony had started.

Villain muttered a curse. “Okay. I’m going to tie your right arm to the headboard. Just with a blanket. Nothing that’s going to harm you. Then I’m going to check on your injuries. Do I need to up the painkiller?”

Civilian must have looked confused, because Villain gestured towards the IV.

Oh. The “painkiller”.

They shook their head, biting their lip against another sob.

Villain huffed out an annoyed little sigh as they knotted the blanket around Civilian’s arm. “Could you tell me where it hurts so I know where to look?”

“E-ev, nnh, everywhere,” Civilian gasped out, tossing their head back against the pillow. They briefly wondered if they could hit their head against the headboard hard enough to knock them out. “Plea, pl-please make it s-stop-op,” they all but wailed.

Villain looked almost taken aback, but the gears were turning behind their harsh eyes. “The painkiller?”

They reached towards it, and Civilian nearly shrieked. “Hurts, ple-ease!”

If they hadn’t wrenched their eyes shut just then, they would have seen Villain’s widen in realization. Then horror. Then, as they sprung into action, guilt.

Moments later, both of Civilian’s arms were freed, and the all-consuming pain didn’t lessen, but it stopped building. They shuddered in relief, tears falling even more freely now. Villain just stood back and watched them, eventually moving to get a cloth and wipe Civilian’s face clean, silent as the grave. They were probably planning the ways Civilian would have to make up for this. The punishments for taking advantage of their kindness, for not taking a lesson as it was meant to be.

When Civilian had recovered themself enough, they sniffled out a small, “thank you.”

Villain jolted and quickly resumed their soothing motions. “I’m sorry,” they said softly, in that firm and almost dangerous way of theirs. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Civilian's forehead tightened again. “Hn?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. The IV was administering you painkillers, but I’m guessing they didn’t react well with your powers. I’m sorry.” And Civilian almost found a part of themself offended that Villain sounded so damn tired.

But that part of themself wasn't the part in charge of their mouth, so instead they ended up saying, “I was bad…?”

“No.” Villain balled the cloth up in their fist, fury rising into their voice now. “You are not bad, and you do not deserve to be hurt.”

Another tear slipped down their cheek.

“Civilian. Do you remember what happened before now?”

They thought very hard, and nodded.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened? Start from the beginning. Then we can figure out what we need to talk about, because I get the feeling there’s going to be a lot.”

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request; I am lusting for the emo boy 👉👈 Could I get something where the reader gives him a bj after he had a stressful day

warnings; bj, deep-throating, cussing, cum-eating, shuichi is receiving, reader is gender-neutral.

note; im trying to think of a song to go with this hold up- (yes thats all i have for my note, im running out of things to say-)

OH SHIT YES!!! SANGRIA?? BY EASY LIFE??? ARLO PARKS??? OR GET YOU BY DANIEL CAESER!!!!!

wc; 2k+

Slapping the screen of his work computer shut, the sudden and loud noise kept him awake for just a little longer. Shuichi brought both of his cold hands to his face, rubbing the eye bags that had formed as a result of his overworking and lack of sleep.

“God…” It took him everything he had to not yell into his slightly trembling hands. His fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he stood up from the chair that had made his backside ache, breathing out the pent-up stress he had cultivated throughout the… He checked his watch, drooping eyes barely able to read the hands of the miniature clock. 

—The twelve hours of sitting down, typing in and submitting in files, piled onto files regarding a tough case. He’d be lying if he wasn’t at least a little used to this shit work ethic. 

The first thought his mind allowed him to possess after draining his brain completely out of energy, had been, ‘S/o...-, I hope they didn’t forget to eat today.’ He hadn’t gotten the chance to monitor you, nor text or call you; his phone, to kick off the day, hadn’t charged properly the day before, leaving his phone with 3%. The moment he had tried to text you mid-way through his extended work period, his phone had given up on him, leaving him frustrated and worried. 

Sighing, he quickly packed up his things, ready to leave the suffocating, but honestly quite nicely designed office— to see you. He was so close to just falling asleep on the nice, cold surface of his computer, but the thought of you waking up to an empty bed had his heart, crumbling over something he hadn’t done yet. And hadn’t planned to do, either. 

Exiting the office, he called a taxi as he was too deprived of sleep to safely drive.

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Hearing the door open, you immediately rushed to the front door, almost slipping on the waxy surface of the wood floor against your fuzzy socks. 

Pulling back, your eyes held a different emotion as you gazed into Shuichi’s tired but loving orbs; your eyes no longer contained the same soul-crushing worry for him. Instead, they had held a needy lust. Could you blame yourself? It had been twelve hours. Shuichi let out a quiet startled noise as you started dragging him to the couch, he did nothing but let you; too tired to ask what you were doing despite having the sneaking suspicion he already knew. No one can overlook a stare like that; you’d have to be blind to. 

Pushing him onto the couch with little effort, he watched with intrigued eyes as you got to your knees and sat in between his knees, your own gaze locking onto his as you lowered yourself to the point where you had to crane your neck to properly see his pretty, flushed face. 

Golden eyes flashed in need, small whines spilling from his trembling lips as he slightly parted his thighs for you to drag your fingers further up into. “You worked all day, Shuichi… C’mon, just a taste?” You looked up at him, doe eyes pleading and tongue swiping across your bottom lip entrancingly, as Shuichi’s golden eyes followed the glistening muscle. He could already imagine your tongue swirling around the tip of his— 

“A-a little… A little taste. Please.” Ten hours of neglect, and the craving for his musk only augmented with each agonizing second that passed by. His eyes widened at the sultry tone you equipped; had he really worked so long to the point you were on your knees for him? “I...”

Yes, yes he had. It had been twelve hours, and you were worried sick. Not only that, the poor boy looked so tense and stressed, it had given you the urge to just strap him to the bed and force him to sleep, and nothing else. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have allowed himself the proper amount of hours of sleep, and food he needed to stay alive.

A part of him didn’t want to take advantage of your state, but a part of him already knew you wouldn’t let up until you got what you wanted; it’s not like he detested the idea of getting sucked off. “O-okay.”

He let out a small gasp as he felt you suddenly play with the zipper of his pants, your fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing against the growing erection he hadn’t noticed he had. You watched him carefully, fighting the urge to laugh as he arched his back against the couch; you didn’t want to embarrass him, you simply wanted to help him de-stress. 

Deciding you’d focus more on him than your own sadistic desires, you quickly halted your teasing and zipped open his fly, wasting no time to reach down the waistband of his navy blue boxers and pin-striped pants, erupting a gasp from him as he hadn’t been expecting it to escalate so fast.

Gingerly, you pulled out the hardening cock that seemed to twitch in your hold, only causing you to smile at the cute reaction. Though Shuichi’s facial expression had been incomparable to his cock. You had barely down anything to him, and his whole entire face flushed red, a hand already clamped over his mouth that concealed the lip he had been chewing at so aggressively. 

Stroking your thumb over the pretty pink tip of his cock, you cooed at it, already finding yourself craning your neck down to kiss the tip of it, causing Shuichi to jolt up from the light but impactive pressure on the tip of his cock. He found himself getting more alert, differing from his previous state of mind where he had barely been able to register what had been happening at the door.

Tired, lolling eyes from earlier converted into wide, lustfully lidded golden eyes that bore into your own coloured irises. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes had been the soft domineering gaze you set upon the boy who seemed to be putty in your hands and mouth. 

Winking at him, you felt confidence grow in you as you heard him slightly whimper and wine through the futile coverage of his hand over his mouth, and so, with suave, you slid the eager cock into your mouth, tapping it over your lips and tongue before deciding to suck the entire thing in, in one go. The near-scream Shuichi emitted definitely helped you take the entirety of him inside your mouth. 

You let out a small hiccup as you felt him throbbing in your throat, eyes wide and nose deep in the base of his shaft as your lips had almost been able to kiss the base of his cock. Keyword; almost.

With tear-filled eyes, you moaned onto his cock that only seemed to fit in half of your mouth before you started gagging. The small choked gasps from your side seemed to be in earshot of Shuichi, as he reached down to check on you- his hand was caught mid-way as you took a deep breath through your nose and fit the rest of his length down your throat. At this point, tears had been falling down your face uncontrollably, and you had been too busy massaging the base of his cock and balls to try and wipe them off.

“S-S/o— Y-you shouldn’t- F-fuck, I’m already so close, please don’t stop…!” He whined in a broken voice, head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he practically heaved out pants against the couch behind him. You felt your own thighs tremble as you heard him lose character, cussing; something you didn’t know he’d ever do. It sounded foreign in his voice, but was it strange that you actually liked how it sounded?

Moans and pleas spilled out of his drooling mouth like a running faucet; he noticed it only seemed to egg you on, in which, he wasn’t sure he liked or feared. He was highly certain he wouldn’t be able to last long—the thought hit him like an 80-pound brick as you dragged your tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock. “Hhnn- Ah—!” He let out an embarrassingly high moan, though he didn’t seem to care enough to tend to the humiliation, as he had currently been occupying his mind with the fact you had been sucking him off and sucking him off good.

His neck and thighs twitched as he writhed, not able to hold back the urge to pull your hair as he felt like he was going to lose it if he didn’t. Reaching down quickly, he yanked your hair upwards, in a force that didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. It seems, even during moments like these he was always gentle with you. 

Rewarding him for the action, you hummed muffled praises he couldn’t hear, but could definitely feel the effect of it against his cock. Vibrations shot up from between his legs to up the trail of his spine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. 

You felt his clammy hand that had kept hold of your hair, push you down onto his length roughly, causing you to stifle a surprised choke as you felt his tip hit the very back of your throat. “S-Shui—” You couldn’t even say half his name properly. 

With tears streaming down your face, you shut yourself up and took it, bobbing your head up and down faster—to which he rewarded you with shaky, blissful sobs. God, did you wish you could see his expression right now. 

At the thought, your slightly red eyes darted up to his face, which seemed to be staring right back at you with his own tear-brimmed gaze. “S-S/o...!” He whined out, a few stray tears falling as he felt his climax approach him. Throwing his head back, you lost sight of his flushed, slobbering face as he rested the back of his neck against the couch. 

“Close..! Close! Hah- Hnngg! Please, I need to- to—!” Shuichi cut himself off, mouth contorting into an ‘O’ shape as he tensed his thighs underneath your clawed grip, feeling his well-deserved orgasm finally hit him. You suctioned your mouth around his length especially hard, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him pulsating against the walls of your sore throat.

You could feel the milky white, nearly translucent cum shoot down your throat and, as you usually do, you let it slip down your throat with no complaints—and it wasn’t as if you could try spitting it out; Shuichi’s cock had been so far down your throat, he had been practically been shooting it directly down your throat, giving you no chance to swallow. 

You felt his cock shudder, twitch and go flaccid in your mouth; so with a final drag of your lips, you trapped any leftover semen within the insides of your lips and licked whatever had escaped the bindings of your aching mouth. Shuichi remained heaving against the couch, his hand that had previously been holding onto your hair with a death-grip, weakened and dropped to the side of your face.

Bringing his head back down from the thrown back position on the couch, he stared down at you who had still been seated between his legs, your cheek resting against his thigh as you watched him with a soft and infatuated gaze. After such a feat, to look at him like that; he felt like he was on cloud 9. He truly wondered what he had done to deserve a blow job like that, and someone like you to give him such a thing after neglecting you for twelve hours, he felt terrible for you yet also fortunate to have you. His gaze, despite still fucked-out and slightly mind-blown, held worry for you. 

With his already red face going even more crimson, he brought his hand down to the side of your head to stroke your face tenderly. Still heaving out pants, he stuttered out quiet words of gratification, “... T-thank you. For that.” To which you only grinned cheekily at, head turning to gently nibble and kiss at the inside of his thigh, causing a small yelp to erupt from him. 

Your hand gripped onto his thigh, making sure to immobilize him and his squirming as you sucked a hickey onto his thigh. “Hh-!” Shuichi could only whimper at the pressure, his free hand going up to wipe away the tears that formed from earlier, and the ones that had been forming currently. 

[softbunnyboo]

I'm at work right now but the other day was shot day and I'm horny so fantasy time. I see a lot of post about glory holes where your lower half is out for people to fuck you and stuff but I want to make it comfy!

"Hello welcome to The Den, how may I help you?" The lady at the front desk asked.

"Its my first day working and I can't remember how to get back to the stalls. Could you show me the way?" I asked shifting from foot to foot.

"Oh of course hunny, just tell what your stall number is and I can guide you." She said kindly.

"Um its 38." I told her.

And with that she led me through the halls of the building. People were in various states of undress, some people making their way to the showers to clean up and others like me on their way to their stalls.

"Okay this is the side that you'll get in and get out. We have an attendant on the other side of the wall to help get your legs in the stirrups once you're settled. Now remember you can keep your top half clothed if you like and you can wear thigh highs if you have them but we don't recommend it incase a patron rips them on accident." The lady explained as I crawled into the big roomy box.

I'm glad I spent the extra time decking out my stall when I was in orientation. I put a few faux fur blankets on the bottom which could be heated if I chose and strung blue fairy lights on the top of the box.

I took my pants off, folding them and setting them aside. I left my bunny themed thigh highs on despite the warning. Then I took my fuzzy blanket from my bag and put it over the top half of me.

Once I was ready I stuck my bottom half through the hole. Someone on the other side gently guided my feet into the stirrups and locked them into place.

"Alright remember your call lights if you need them and we'll be doing checks every hour to see if you need to use the bathroom or if you need to stop and eat." The lady reminded me.

"Mm I feel like I could fall asleep like this." I giggled as I cuddled down into my bedding.

The lady let out a laugh, "Oh you won't be sleeping for long sweetie."

With that she left and closed the door to the stall. For a while I let my mind wander about the people who would be coming to fuck me. I had wrote down on my application that I was okay with any gender, but that I wasn't okay with straight men or lesbians due to the fact that I'm a trans man and it was just better to avoid any confusion or dysphoria that way.

It was probably another ten minutes when I felt a large hand on my ankle. I jumped at the sudden but gentle touch and whoever it was let out a raspy chuckle.

"You're pretty cute from the waist down aren't you bunny boy?" The man complimented as he ran his hands from my ankles to the tops of my thighs.

I couldn't help the little wiggle at hearing "bunny boy" I always loved being called that.

At my little butt wiggle the man chuckled again before touching my boycunt.

"Mm, gonna have to get you wet first bunny. Alpha here is a big man." He cooed in his deep voice as he stroked my dick.

I let out a soft moan as he touched and played with me. I started to get wet and hot so I bucked my hips, hoping he'd give me at least a finger.

"Yeah that feels nice don't it? Don't worry I'll give your little pussy something to clench down on." Alpha promised and sunk a finger into me.

"Ahh!" I gasped. It was one thing to feel his hands on me it was another to have them in me.

"Good little bunny. Alpha is gonna have fun playing with you." He groaned as he stroked my insides.

I whined as another finger entered me. This guy was the embodiment of my size kink and I knew he'd ruin me for any other cock.

This went on for a few more minutes until I had four large and long fingers pushing in my pussy.

"Please, need it now." I begged as Alpha fingered me.

"Shh little bunny. I think you're ready now." Alpha responded.

He slid his fingers out with a slick noise and took his other hand off my hip. I heard the sound of a zipper and I wiggled, my pussy clenching around nothing making me whine.

"You're so small bunny." Alpha purred as he set his dick on top of me. His balls rested against my pussy and the tip of his cock was right beneath my bellybutton.

"Please." I whimpered, I wanted that monster thing inside me.

"Be good little bunny." Alpha chided.

He put the tip against my opening and I let out a little purr, happy that I was finally gonna get what I wanted.

Alpha pushed inside and I almost wailed. My back arched and I clawed my blanket nest below me.

"Easy bunny. Alpha still hasn't gotten all the way in." He grunted, as he continued to push.

"Too big." I sobbed. This guy had to be the largest thing I've taken.

The man stopped at that causing me to whine.

"Do you want me to stop?" Alpha asked seriously.

"Noo! J-just so-so big!" I whimpered.

At this, Alpha growled and plunged the rest of the way in.

"Oh sweetheart, you're a size queen aren't you? Gettin' all hot and whiny for some big cock." He rumbled as he slowly pulled out.

"Hhnn! Alpha!" I panted. I could only focus on the feeling of his cock inside me.

I felt my eyes start to tear up with how amazing I felt. I sniffled and moaned in turns.

"Yeah that's right bunny, cry on Alpha's cock while I split your tiny pussy in two hunny." Alpha panted as he started to thrust harder.

My eyes rolled thinking of how hard my dick was and how bruised my cervix was gonna be at the end of this.

I wiggled as the man pounded my pussy, wanting him to stroke my dick as he did.

"Oh does bunny want me to play with his little cock while I pound his little cunny?" Alpha cooed, voice sickly sweet.

"Pleaase Alpha? Touch me?" I asked around a sob.

"Such a good bunny baby." Alpha praised and started touching my cock.

"Haa! Aaahhh! Close!" I cried, the tension in my tummy rising.

"Hold it bunny. Alpha's not ready to knot you yet." The man growled.

At this I moaned and clenched down, trying to hold my orgasm at bay. I knew in reality that this god like man didnt really have a knot on his cock but if he did I would worship it.

Alpha hissed and his hips stuttered in their rhythm.

"You cum with me or not at all little bunny. You hear me?" Alpha bit out.

"Yes!" I wailed, twisting my body as much as I could, feeling so overwhelmed.

A few more agonizing thrusts and a constant string of growls from the man inside, had me on the edge of loosing my mind.

"Cum." Alpha ordered.

Mind, body, and soul, I was helpless to do anything other than obey.

I let out a very loud screaming moan as I came and squirted on the man's cock.

Alpha made sound that hold me he was biting his fist so as not to shout.

His dick flooded my insides with sticky hot cum and I let out a gurgling sound as my body twitched with aftershocks.

The man panted for a minute before slowly pulling out of me, some weak sound leaving my mouth as he did.

"Thank you little bunny." The man said sincerely.

"You're welcome." I answered feeling tired.

I heard the man tuck himself back into his pants and zip them up. I hummed andjust let my body relax after the pounding it just went through.

[gusherguy]

Can i request an emeto scenario with Tamaki? Him, Fat Gum, and Kirishima are staying over night at a hotel for a mission and one of the many things he'd had to eat that day food poisoned him and gets him super sick. He starts vomiting and dry heaving around 3am, and he tries to be quiet about it to not wake up Fat Gum or Kirishima, but he's a super loud puker and ends up waking up Fat Gum and then later Kirishima

(Ofc ofc, this was so much fun!! Not my art btw. Mmm Tamaki my love~ -Nico)

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Tamaki first noticed the dim sick feeling in the pit of his stomach halfway through the car ride to Kamino. Before setting out on the mission, he and Fatgum and Kirishima had gotten dinner at a restaurant. Tamaki had taken the opportunity to prepare for action by filling up on various seafoods. He belched quietly into his fist and checked to make sure Fat and Kiri hadn't noticed. Maybe getting in the car so soon after a big meal wasn't the best of ideas.

To his dismay, getting out of the car and getting fresh air when they checked into the hotel at their destination did nothing to ease his nausea. He swallowed a couple of times to push the feeling down. He reasoned that he must have overdone stockpiling for his quirk. It had happened before, and usually the discomfort passed eventually.

It wasn't until they were heading to bed for the night that Tamaki paid any attention to his body. His stomach was huge and gurgly, and sweat rolled down his back. He lay down on his bunk gingerly, on his side so no pressure was put on his unhappy belly. Tamaki burped quietly and tasted garlic and crab. "Ughh...." he exhaled the taste out of his mouth and tried to relax and sleep. Some rest would surely settle his stomach. He slowly drifted off.

He suddenly he felt water splash on his face. He choked and spluttered, eyes flying open as more liquid ran down. He got in a short breath before his shoulders hitched and Tamaki realized the mystery liquid was coming from HIM. He'd started vomiting in his sleep. He clapped his hands to his mouth, trying to muffle a retch. "Grrk! Hhnn..." Tamaki moaned quietly and swallowed over and over. He forced the impending wave of puke down with sheer will and clenched his teeth.

His chest and arms were coated in his sick, chunks stuck to his hands too. The smell and lasting taste in his mouth made him heave again, but Tamaki held it in. He had to make it to the bathroom without waking Fat or Kirishima. "Hrrk! Guh..." he dry-heaved quietly a few times before he reached the bathroom.

Tamaki collapsed to his knees and belched wetly over the toilet. His stomach twisted and he spewed into the water. "Hh-UUUURRggll!" He spat, tasting sour bile and garlic, and his body tensed again. "Ghh...UuurRRRP!" More sick gushed out, so forcefully it came out his nose too. He groaned and leaned against the wall as a couple tears rolled down his face. "Ohhhnn...ow, it hurts...." he whimpered. This was definitely not just overeating. Was that crab not trustworthy after all?

The mere thought of that crab made him retch loudly and vomit again. Try as he would to relieve his stomach quietly, he couldn't control the volume of the heaves that came out of him. As another spurt of hot chunks fell from his lips, he could only hope that the other two sleeping in the next room weren't woken by the noise.

Tamaki's stomach clenched and he retched dryly. He whined and adjusted his position so he could rub his aching belly. "Nnnnhh...ow, ah....." he murmured. He felt his stomach clench under his fingers as a deep, wet belch rolled up his throat. "BraaAAAPP--" a gush of sick spilled out with the burp. He coughed and choked it up harder, desperate to get all that nasty stuff out of his stomach.

There was a soft knock on the door before it was pushed open halfway. Fatgum poked his head into the bathroom. "Hey, 'Jiki. That sounded, ah...pretty rough." he said. "How're you doing?"

Tamaki spat a thick strand of saliva and tried to wipe his face off. "I - I think I ate something spoiled," he said, his voice thin and raspy. "S-still feel sick..."

Fatgum made a quiet noise of sympathy and walked over. He flushed the toilet and handed Tamaki a damp towel. "That sucks. Better out than in, if it's spoiled food," said Fatgum. "It'll be okay, just let it all out."

As if on cue Tamaki burped deeply, and more puke bubbled up and splashed into the toilet. Fatgum was rubbing his back now, soothing his aching muscles and coaxing another wave of sick out of him.

"There ya go. You're doing good." Fat encouraged.

Tamaki shuddered and retched up a final glob of chunky puke. Finally the heavy pit in his stomach was gone, giving him some relief. He gagged dryly a few times from the taste in his mouth. Fatgum passed him a cup of water,, and he gratefully took it and rinsed his mouth out.

When he left the bathroom, he found that Kirishima was awake too, and had already cleared the soiled bedding off Tamaki's bunk. He turned and grinned when he saw the two of them. "Tamaki! How're you feeling, buddy?"

Tamaki gave a wobbly smile. "I...I'm better now. Th-thanks for fixing my bed up, you didn't...didn't have to-"

"Sure I did! You don't deserve to have to do chores while you're so sick." Kirishima responded lightly.

"Alright you two, hit the sack," Fatgum said. He laid a wastebin and a water bottle beside Tamaki's bunk, just in case. "We've got a couple more hours of sleep if we're lucky."

[jordanstrophe]

A Cinnamon Bun too Pure for this World, part 6

(Why am I posting so late? Don’t ask why, for I know not.)

CW: Whump, conditioned whumpee, panic attacks, drowning, restraining, slapping, manhandling, brief flashback with Nathen, Cin getting a cute wholesome fluffy moment as he’s taught how to say no <3

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“Nathen! Please, I’m sor-sorry!” He screamed, as he was thrown against the side of the tub by his arm, his shoulder bashing against the hard acrylic. He already knew that would leave a bruise later. 

“Shut up! I’m sick and tired of you being a pathetic little pest!” Nathen spat.

“Please... It w-was an accident, I’ll do better nex-”

*SLAP*

He was struck across the cheek as he fell against the bathtub again. He tasted blood. Nathen turned the water on as Cin cried out, pleading as Nathen grabbed his hair and threw his chest to the ground. He placed the heel of his boot to the side of his head as he pinned him to the ground.

“Next time? If you weren’t such a screw up the first time, then none of this woulda happened, would it?” He hissed. He held him to the floor listening to his sobs be drowned by the blasting cold water filling the tub. 

He unbuckled his belt as he wrenched his arms behind him, pulling it until Cin let out a squeak. He pulled him up by his hair as he bent his waist over the tub, Cin fought back as he tried to keep his head above the water. A hand slammed against the back of his head as he was instantly enveloped by the cold water stinging his face. His screams were muffled and drowned by his own suffocating as he felt water invade his lungs.

“PLEASE STOP IT! STOP!” He screamed.

‘'CIN! It’s okay! Calm down!” Richard begged. “Hhnn.. Huh?” Cin blinked his eyes open, he was being held by Richard with his arms tightly woven around his chest. His hands were gripping his wrists in front of him.

“It’s okay! You’re okay, you’re safe, take a deep breath. Try and copy me.” Richard instructed. Cin’s back was pinned to his chest as he felt Richard take a slow breath as he tried his best to mimic it. His breathing came out in broken short rasps, but it was still an improvement as his head began to feel less fuzzy.

“That’s it, you’re going great.” He whispered, as Cin melted at the praise.

Praise was good... Praise means he did something right. Praise meant he wasn’t in trouble.

“I-I’m sorry.” Cin whispered quietly.

“No apologies, it’s not your fault. What frightened you?” He asked.

Cin opened his lips, but nothing came out. His voice refused to answer as an instinct. He shouldn’t complain. Everything he received was given to him for a reason. Even the punishments.

Richard sighed at his silence. “Are you okay now?”

“Mmhm..”

“Are you sure?”

“...Mmhm.”

“Okay, we’re going to hop up now.” Richard gently helped him to his feet as he let him loose. Cin turned around to face him, only for his eyes to spike with fear once again.

“NO!” Cin screamed, as Richard couldn’t help but to let out a sigh. He took his shoulders, spun him around and walked him straight out the door. He shut it  behind him and turned around, expecting to have to wrangle Cin back down to the floor and calm him, but he...

Was fine? He stood skittishly but that was normal for him.He was just looking up at him expectantly back with his curious expression. 

Jeez this young man was unpredictable... His left hand wasn't twitching wildly, which means he knew he was safe at least. “Would you be more comfortable in the kitchen?” Richard asked. Cin nodded his head with a smile. “Alright then.” 

It would definitely make things harder and more limited, but if this is what made this more tolerable, then this is what he would do. Exposing him to the things that scared him would actually help him get over it quickly, but he just didn’t have the heart to do that to him...

He just hoped that time would heal. 

“Alrighty! Let's get creative.” Richard clapped his hands together as Cin flinched. “S-sorry.” Richard muttered, gently patting his shoulder as Cin gave him a confused head tilt. 

He curiously watched Richard get to work, scooting chairs across the floor, setting up pillows on the counters, laying out bandages and band-aids. 

“Can I he-help?” Cin chirped. Richard halted mid scoot with a chair wrapped in his arms.

“I, uhh. I’ll say, you are doing a phenomenal job at standing right.. There!” Richard pointed a bit more out of the way. 

“R-right here?” Cin hopped over to where he pointed.

“Right there! Perfect.” He gave him a rewarding smile, as Cin beamed. He did something right! He did something perfect! He hardly ever heard those words of praise. 

Richard dusted his hands off as he admired his odd work. “Done! Is it alright if I pick you up?” He asked. 

Cin froze with bewilderment. Why.. Why was he being asked if it was okay? Of course it was okay! Anything he did to him was okay. Anything at all!

“You can say no if you don’t want to.” Richard added. 

“N-.” Cin clapped a hand over his mouth as he gasped. “Y..Yes! I mean yes!” He stuttered. Richards' brow raised as he crossed his arms.

Oh no... He didn't mean to! He meant to say yes! Wh-why was he always messing things up? It was an accident! 

 He walked over as Cin cringed and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the strike for his disrespect. 

Instead, he felt the most soft and gentle touch graze his cheek. It wasn’t rough, it wasn’t angry. It was just a soft touch.

“Cin, it’s okay to be uncomfortable sometimes. You can say no. No should be just as natural as saying yes.” He smiled. Cin blinked his eyes open as he fought the tears trying to escape. 

“But I’m n-not.. Allowed.” Cin murmured, squeezing his eyes closed in shame as a tear managed to fall. It was immediately thumbed away by Richard. 

“Yes you are.” 

“..I.. I am?” He sniffed, as Richard nodded. Cin fiddled with his shirt as his cheeks burned red... Why didn't anyone tell him he was allowed?!

“N-No! I mean... No I would not like to be pi-picked up... pl-please?” Cin asked. 

Richard proudly smiled at him, before getting an extra chair so he could get up himself. 

“And that’s fine! Can you come up on the counter please?” He asked. “On the counter?” Cin’s head tilted.

“I know! I know it’s odd, but since we’re not using the bathroom I got a little creative! You cut your foot on the glass yesterday, I just want to take care of it.

“I did?!” Cin shouted, checking each foot until he finally found a red cut across the soul of his foot. 

“Y-You didn’t notice? Man... You’re a tough one.” Richard shook his head. He had a feeling that it was quite a bad sign. 

Cin took Richard’s hand as he was helped up onto the pillow sitting on the counter as Richard sat on the chair and got to work on his foot. The entire time Cin was still as stone looking quite happy and content to be so tall on the counter. 

The whole rest of day, Cin decided he was going to use his new found power to the full extent.

“Cin! Are you hungry?”

“No!”

“Are you sure you don’t want dinner?”

“No!”

“Do you want this pillow?”

“No!”

"Can you hold this for a second?"

"No!"

“Are you okay...?”

“No!”

@milk-carton-whump @whumpasaurus101  @sillypizzazineoperator @as-a-matter-of-whump @alien-octopus @unicornscotty  @yesthisiswhump @flower-whump

ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ  Thank you for reading!

[starrysamu]

“i’ll see you next time, sweetheart.” im going to fight you, how DARE you i trusted... >:'( ... remy >:( her being so worried he was already gone had me v emotional cuz theyre just not ready to part and THIS > "you wanted to continue to grow, not just by yourself, but with him too." IS PROGRESS BUT OOF AT WHAT COST? IS IT TOO LATE??? they just cant seem to meet eachother in the middle

+ and i had this growing dread as they kept going like it was ME about to leave at the airport!??!?! HOW DO U MAKE ME FEEL THESE THINGS EH? and fav line was from this scene too > "you could hear your voice echoing the silent shattering of your heart." cuz it jsut hhnn hurts. im... i dont even know where this is gonna go and i love that cuz exciting but it also makes me STRESSED cuz i DONT KNOW WHERE THIS IS GONNA GO SO IM STRESSED AND EXCITED AHHH ANYWAY GREAT JOB ILY <3

GIRL I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE U SAW THE UPDATE IN PUBLIC AND YELLED - 

IDK MAN I JUST LIKE. like idk the point was for me to show that like they had done some reflecting and acknowledge that something is still off even after acknowledging what’s happened but they’re still also so ... jaded with the idea of “how they used to be” and that like even tho they both have changed and have worked to become better like by themselves, now they need to work with each other to become like better for each other too? i’m not sure if that even makes sense but like YES you’re onto something in that like ... they should’ve had this realization earlier u know? i hope i was able to convey like at least SOME of that .. like a tiny bit of the progress 

AIRPORT/TRAVEL SCENES ARE VERY NEAR AND DEAR TO ME (i still need to read yuren’s series i am feeling very excited for this reason) but they really always give me a lot of emotions idk. i love airports. they fill you w a lot of nostalgia, like the hugs you see when people leave, but also the hugs you see when people reunite? a different type of hit 

OKAY I’LL SAY I’M A LITTLE SHOCKED BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I’VE BEEN FOLLOWING A PRETTY CLICHE SORT OF PLOT? idk i have these scenes all constructed together from basically movies and books i’ve read but also things i just feel like would fit right in the natural progression of their relationship but i feel like due to how cliche some of it is i thought it would at least expose the ending. part of me feels excited that you don’t know where it’s gonna go though idk idk if that made sense HAHAH 

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING SUCH A GREAT READER I REALLY DO NOT KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO WITHOUT U I LITERALLY LOVE WHEN U DROP MESSAGES ABOUT IT I’M SORRY I ALWAYS RAMBLE IN RETURN IDK I JUST HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS THAT I DON’T THINK I’M CAPABLE OF EXPRESSING IN WRITING JUST YET     

[mooswords]

OKAY MOO, I’M CURRENTLY READING UR FIC “Home” AND I’M— THE END OF THE FIRST PART WAS SO BEAUTIFUL. “he always comes home” -> IT’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL CONTRAST TO THE BEGINNING!!! he gets lost in his OWN fields, and that’s saying something. however, despite that, the reader still being reassured (or as much as she can reassure herself) that he always comes home = he has the red string to BRING HIMSELF BACK TO THE READER = ALWAYS COMING HOME. I’M!!!! and i love the silly banter that opened the story. aLso HIS HESISTATION OVER TELLING THE READER THE JOB HE WAS ASSIGNED... BECAUSE HE WAS WORRIED ABT THE READER.... AKDKSKKSKS. the fact he didn’t accept the offer immediately DESPITE being so in love with the sea and waited for reader’s permission is such a SMALL thing, but when you describe his love for the sea as superior, that action shows he loves the reader even more and i just- SLKDKAKDKSK. i might be over-reading and i apologise if i do bUT DO COMMENT ON IT THANK U!! 🤩💜 - ava

u sent me these eons ago and i promise i wasnt ignoring you ive just been working like 10 hour days and i am Exhausted 😭😭 but all of these messages legitamately give me life, i am so incredibly grateful! <3 im so so glad you enjoyed this fic!! and you are NOT OVERREADING I LOVE TO SEE YOUR INSIGHTS!!!! it makes me fall back in love with the fic all over again! <3 

i am SO glad that him always coming home comes through! because it gets kinda dire in the middle of the fic so i wanted there to be that hope at the back of your mind that knew he always came home. but i wanted you to be stressed about it still so :) and silly banter is my favourite part of writing this guy, i had so much fun with it alskdf.

and ok i love u, you got everything i was trying to do there <33 like i was struggling to find the balance between her reluctance and supportiveness. thats a fun (and tricky) thing about established relationship fics i find... theres that depth of understanding that can make the interactions more interesting, but so much of it is unspoken. it was a good challenge! so its so GOOD to hear that it vibes right hehe

THE WAY KUROO PLAYS WITH THE STRING!!! THAT WAS SUCH A FOND MOMENT OMG AKDKSKDK. and it’s so interesting that it appeared before kuroo even left 👀👀👀

she already missed him 🥺🥺 i originally had him tug on her hair and then i went!!! wait!!!! we can do better than that!!!!!!!!

READER IS LOST WITHOUT KUROOO!!!! AKDKSKSK and i also love the little addition where despite it being a POUT, she holds it close to her heart. with the context of their banters + that little scene, it just shows me how much each appreciate every ounce of the other party which makes me SO SO SO SOFT AKDJSKDKSK. and then hitting me with the scene where reader is eating a meal alone??? a punch in the gut. when she realised she’s alone I TOO remembered that kuroo is gone and that softness established in the previous scene is sUCKED OUT—ASKDKSKSKSK. 

im just a little obsessed with the little things and gestures that make u fall in love with someone? like the specific way my friend twirls her pen while were in lectures, or how my dad has that one little smile when hes amused himself with his own joke... and for that to be a last lifeline for her to hold on to before he leaves :’))) I JUST LOVE EST RELATIONSHIP FICS OK?!

hehehe yes im sorry about that puch to the gut oops 😇 that was a scene i had super clear in my head before i started - the bright, bright string against the relative drab of the table and room.

i’m at the part where reader gets lost and let me tell u, the fact they have a WAY to communicate via string pulling alone is SO ENDEARING and just subtly hints they have been at this whole red string thing for AGES (or at least enough to form such an understanding). that’s ADORABLE and really strengthens the bonds they have together 

yessssssssssss as soon as i thought of this idea i knew it had to be an established relationship. i have it in my brain they have been married maybe 2-3 years?? i am such a sucker for unspoken understanding relationships :’)

“You push hurriedly through the crowd, ducking between market stalls and wagons. There’s no string to follow, but you don’t need it to find him today.” THIS SENTENCE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL in the context of the entire story. and what a perfect way to describe/show the reader that it’s THE DAY. MOO, you’re really serving such great kuroo x reader stories please continue AHHAHA

this entire fic was so self indulgent please dshlfkljadsb but im glad u like this line!! i tend to try visualise the scene like a movie first? and then write it, and this was also one of the first scenes that was super clear in my brain :D

402 DAYS!!!! I SEE WHAT U DID THERE 👀👀 also, is this is a little hint to how u had to wait until the end to see timeskip kuroo? HAHAHA that wld be adorable

WAIT YO THATS CLEVER? I DIDT EVEN- ava when i say that is a COMPLETE coincidence... i literally just picked a number that was longer than 365 days... breaking news i am a secret genius JKBDSCN

i also really liked the “in-between”: of reader’s life without kuroo. u can really see how integrated they are to each other’s lifestyle, and not only that, the scene where reader handles a twin’s birth (to me) strengthens how they’re reallllly soulmates. there is a low chance that kuroo knew reader was in a desperate situation, yet he pulled on the string at the time reader needed it. it’s just—telapathy but not really + soulmate system = SOULMATES. do i make sense? and i really love the details, like how we can trace back kuroo’s scar to a moment of reader’s life in the fic. putting it at the end sort of makes me reflect on their situations that happened simultaneously yet not really. it sort of fills me in with this,,, space. that the earth is so wide. i understand deeper what reader means by “oh he’s going to be gone for so long”. it’s just. wow. the earth is so big yk.

YES YOU MAKE TOTAL SENSE!!! it's such a lovey way of looking at it :') can they communicate and understand eachother like this cuz theyre soulmates? or just because they love each other and have learnt the other inside out?? hhnn this is why i love soulmate aus, theres so much to pull apart!!!

and ok yes on the topic of how big the earth is... im so glad u mentioned this, its my favourite part because (not to get like... super sappy or anything) i was writing this through the toughest stages of our second lockdown. our restrictions got to the point we werent allowed further than 5km from out homes, so writing about freedom and big spaces and exploration of far off places was such a nice escape for me :’) this fic has ended up very close to my heart. (plus i was reading @/w-yuren’s hq0819 series at the time so i had travel and adventure on the brain hehe) 

THE ENDING.... THE ENDING.... THE WAY KUROO ASKED READER TO KI** HIM—IT’S LIKE THE KUROO IN MY HEAD YESSSSS. Gosh, this line too “when he kisses you he tastes like the sea; like salt-spray and dry rations and freedom.” may i have a director’s cut abt it :3 AND AKDJSKSK. i really love how the string appeared even tho they were together (the scene before kuroo docked on the ship) and once again, they are together, but none of them are lost because they r together-together. do i make sense? am i overreading things??? again, i have to comment on the banter. it’s simply amazing. kuroo’s replies are so,, KUROO, and they are filled with such FONDNESS I’M SO AKDKSKSK.

IM SO GLAD HE VIBES THANK U I THINK THE FONDNESS IS MY BIAS SHOWING BUT SHHHHH ;P you have picked one of my favourite lines out heheh it was one that just flowed out and wasnt one i particularly had to think about which is always nice. but i think it is a combo of me trying to be fancy lol and me being a huge fan of fantasy-books-set-on-ships. think like explorers or pirates, some rag tag bunch who have to set off on some quest and come back with some of that wildness imbued in their very being... yeah this line was definitely born from me Yearning i think :P

ooo do you mean the wedding scene? that was me trying to hit the ‘feeling lost in a crowd’ idea. you know when youre surrounded by people and joy and laughter and you just feel very small and disconnected? that.

ALSO READER’S DYANAMICS WITH KARASUNO CHARACTERS IS ADORABLE AKDKSKSKK. the festival scene was such a breather and it was adorable to see her interact with those characters. it feels like a snapshot in her life i simply adore that :3

ahh yea! i wanted her to have a life, you know? shes not the type to mope around, like life goes on. that doesnt mean she doesnt miss him oof but theres a whole community around to support her too!! and im very fond of takeda in this scene :’) he takes care of his crows <3

I RAMBLED SO BAD BUT THANK U AGAIN LOVELY I CANT EXPLAIN HOW AMAZING THESE ARE TO RECIEVE <3  

[allislaughter]

Axela5 - Office Prank

Word Count: 2.4K

The older bot smiles at the new hire. “Starie, welcome to your first day at the facility. Hope you don’t mind that your welcome party isn’t until later.”

Starie4 beams. “Not a problem, sir! Just happy to be working closer to home now.”

“Of course,” he laughs. “Now, the manager at the sister site told me when you transferred over that you have a tenacity to pull pranks around the office. Two rules on that here. One, it can’t interfere with work. Two, don’t pull pranks on Axela5. He’s the red and blue Aerial.”

“What?” Starie4 beams. “Why him specifically?”

“He wouldn’t handle it well,” he answers. “I won’t go into detail, but basically he’s a bit more sensitive than the other bots, so don’t try to prank them.”

“Sensitive, huh?” Starie4 asks. “Got it.”

“Good. Now then, let me give you a tour and show you where you’ll be working.”

♦♦♦♦♦

Axela5 lands in the parking lot of their workplace and folds their wings down across their back as they head in and out to the offices for their desk and their assigned work for the day. Their boss, Liteheed, messaged them earlier to remind them that the new hire starts today, so they will have to meet with a stranger and join the others at the welcome party later, but at least they’ll be prepared for that with the proper warning.

They see Sparky2 already at his desk in his place across from Axela5’s, talking to an unfamiliar bot... an Aerial at that, dark silver and deep purple and definitely not Starie4 who seems to be chatting up Silverside. Axela5 really ought to acknowledge Starie4, but the stranger near their desk has their wings shaking enough, and they catch Sparky2’s optic.

“Oh, right,” Sparky2 says. “Spectre, sorry for the inconvenience, but let’s move this conversation elsewhere, if that’s fine?”

Spectre looks at him in confusion and at Axela5 in even more confusion. “Um... Alright?” All the same, Spectre follows Sparky2 over to the Flamebolt’s desk, much to the annoyance of Flamebolt who hides the candy jar instinctively.

Axela5 smiles at Sparky2 and waves their thanks and then goes to their desk to check over their workload for the day. It seems they’ll need to go through a stack of paperwork and stamp approval on all of them! Fun stuff! They open their drawer to pull out the stamp and ink pad...

...only for sticky string to shoot out of their desk, hitting them right in the face and covering over them and leaving them to pull back with a yelp and a THUD when they fall out of their chair.

Everything goes silent, everyone stares to see what the hell just happened, and the only one not shocked is Starie4 who giggles but quickly stops when Silverside and several others glare at them. Liteheed steps in from the front and is about to ask what’s going on when he looks over and sees Axela5 on the floor. He winces and hurries over.

“Axela,” he says. “Are you okay...?” He helps Axela5 to stand again, for all Axela5 seems to be unable to focus on him or speak. “Are you hurt? Can— Can you talk?”

“Hh— En— Eh-h-h.” Axela5 gets out instead, waving their hands and flicking their wings but otherwise saying nothing and not actually responding. They whine and are clearly on the verge of sobbing.

“Scrap—!” Liteheed looks over to Sparky2, but before he can say anything, Spectre rushes over to them and quickly guides Axela5 away to the rest area. Liteheed watches them go and then looks over to Starie4. “Starie, I hope you didn’t finish unpacking because you have to go.”

“What?” Starie4 asks. “But— But it was just—”

“I said not to mess with Axela5 for a reason,” Liteheed growls. “So pack your things and leave.”

♦♦♦♦♦

In the rest area, Axela5 is definitely for real crying, but trying to keep quiet about it while this strange Aerial they don’t remember the name of takes a wet cloth and helps clean up the sticky string.

“Sorry, sorry,” Spectre says, keeping his voice low and soothing. “I know this is intimate, but...”

Axela5 waves their hands again but otherwise doesn’t say anything.

“Speech centers shut down when stressed?” Spectre asks. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to talk. I’ll help you clean up and then give you some space to calm down, if that’s okay?”

Axela5 nods, still not looking at Spectre. Spectre works silently, cleaning off most of the string before he pauses at what’s left.

“I need you to take off the visor,” he says. “Is that okay?”

“Ehhhnnn...”

“If you leave the string on there, it might eat at the lens coating,” Spectre says. “I need to clean it off and check the damage.”

Axela5 whimpers and hesitates a few times, but manages to take off the visor and hand it to Spectre, looking downward at the floor the entire time.

Spectre washes off the cloth and then runs it freshly cleaned over the visor to remove the last of the string stuck to it. He inspects the visor and hums.

“This isn’t technological?” he asks, more to himself than anything. “Aesthetic...?”

Axela5 makes a vague motion at their eyes and looks up for a moment before looking down again.

Spectre catches the glance. “You’re... embarrassed about your optics?”

They shake their head.

“...Oh, it’s medical, I see. Damn, then I really hope they didn’t get damaged...” He gets off the last of the string, takes another cloth to dry the visor, and then inspects the glass. “Well, looks like it didn’t damage it, but well... If it did then have Sparks let me know and I can help you get a replacement pair, if you want. Well, I mean— Unless your Ternion would rather you not get help from a random Aerial you don’t know— I could understand that...”

Axela5 holds out their hand for the visor, and Spectre sets it in their hand. They put it back on and rub their arm, perhaps a bit too rough. “Th— Hhn... Thank...”

Spectre smiles. “No problem. I’ll leave you alone and let you relax now.” True to his word, he hurries out and leaves Axela5 on their own.

Axela5 leans against the counter, wringing their hands and wiping tears from their face. They whine quietly and mutter to themself. “We just got here... We just got here.”

“I know,” comes the answer back. “I know, but it’s going to be okay. Your coworkers and boss aren’t going to let this slide.”

“But we just got here.”

“We can still turn it around. It doesn’t have to be a bad day.”

“Axel...”

He sighs. “Look. I know this is... that this isn’t the best start to the day. I know that some stranger messed with you for no good reason. You don’t need to let that ruin your day, but I understand if it’s going to make things difficult for you. If you need to, ask Liteheed if you can take the day off. You’ll have more work to catch up on later, but it’s better than being unable to do anything today even if you do stay.”

“...Okay.”

“You gonna be alright...?”

“Not right now...”

“You’ll be fine. Just take some time to calm down, okay? You’ll be alright, just give it a bit. You want to sit down...?”

Axela5 glances to the table and goes to sit in their favorite spot. They slump forward onto the table, just as the door opens again and Liteheed walks in.

“I’m so sorry that happened,” Liteheed says. “I sent Starie out. They obviously won’t be a good fit for this company if they can’t follow simple instructions.”

“I— Hhnn...”

“Still having trouble...?” Liteheed sits next to Axela5 and pats their hand gently. “That’s okay. Do you need to leave for today...?”

“I...” They sit up and nod.

“Will you be able to fly home on your own?” Liteheed asks. “Who here knows your address? I can have them give you a ride if you need it...”

Axela5 shakes their head and stands.

“Well, alright,” Liteheed says. “Message me in about an hour and let me know if you made it home or if you went somewhere else to relax, or if you need help with something. You know I worry about you.”

Axela5 nods and leans over to give Liteheed a quick hug before they hurry out the door.

“Axela,” Sparky2 tries to get their attention, but they leave too quickly. He shakes his head and frowns at Flamebolt. “Remind me to save some of that welcome cake for them, right? Now that all of us get it since the party’s canceled.”

“Will do, Sparks,” Flamebolt sighs. “Poor guy.”

♦♦♦♦♦

Axela5 lands in the public park, folds their wings, and heads over for a picnic table to eat the candy they bought as a “comfort item”. They eat through it a bit too quickly, enough to regret not having any more of it and they stand to throw away their trash and resign themself to their fate.

They hold a hand to their ear and walk along the path as they wait for their call to connect...

“Hello?” their mom asks over the line.

“Mom, I had to leave work early today...”

“What?! Why...?”

Axela5 sighs. “The new hire snuck sticky string into my desk and it got all over me and made me breakdown. I think my boss dealt with them, but I couldn’t stay at work today and had to leave...”

“That’s not good. So you’re not getting paid today?”

“Probably not. I should be okay, but I’ll let you know if I need to borrow anything. But I might not be the happiest when I see you tomorrow, so, um... Just— Just so you know why I might be feeling down.”

“Hmm. Alright. Are you going to be okay?”

“Oh, sure, I’ll be fine.” They glance up at the sky. “I’m at the park right now—the one near my house. I’m taking a walk before I head home, and I need to message my boss in about ten minutes to let him know I’m okay.”

“Well, that’s good. I need to get back to work now.”

“I know— Bye, Mom. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

The call disconnects, and Axela5 sighs and shoves their fingers under their visor to rub their optics. This isn’t the worst of days, but still... They hold onto their arms, given they have nothing else to hold onto, and they continue walking down the path circling the park. At least this is a good way to clear their mind in the meantime, being grounded and wandering rather than flying and risking running into any Aerials they know...

“Ugh,” they mutter to themself—luckily there’s no one else near them right now to hear. “Darnit— that Aerial that’s friends with Sparks was pretty. We didn’t get their name...”

“And they think you already have a Ternion. And they were preening—”

“No, no, they were just helping us out. They probably wouldn’t have done that if I hadn’t broken down. They don’t know us, and they probably have their own Ternion...”

“...We don’t even know their name.”

“Darnit... I don’t want to ask Sparks. What if...? I— I don’t know.”

“No, no, I get you...” He shakes his head. “Well, we don’t need to worry about it if they already have a Ternion, right? So... It’s okay.”

They sigh. “I guess... I don’t even know what I’d say to them if I met them again. After— After how they saw me, they probably wouldn’t want to talk to me again... Axel, what do I say to them?”

“I know just as much as you do, Five. I’m imaginary, after all.”

“...Yeah. Heck.”

They pause at the large shadow over them they glance up in time to see an Aerial come in to land on the path in front of them. A... very familiar Aerial... That turns and sees them and stares just as much as they start back.

“Oh—” Spectre walks up to them. “It’s you... Are you feeling better after earlier...?”

Axela5 nods, unsure what to say.

“That’s good,” Spectre smiles. “I rushed out of there myself since I realized I was helping clean an Aerial I don’t even know the name of and I didn’t want to be crossing boundaries, so I’m glad you’re feeling better...”

“Axela5,” they say. “I’m Axela5. Or just Axela. They or He.”

“Spectre,” he says. “He. Nice meeting you. I know Sparks has told me about the Aerial he works across from before, but he told me you don’t have a Ternion.”

“Huh?” Axela5 blinks. “I don’t...?”

“I know,” Spectre laughs. “Weird, right? There’s no way you don’t have a Ternion, right?” His smile fades a little at Axela5’s stares. “Am— Am I wrong? Scrap— You actually don’t have a Ternion...?”

Axela5 squints. “I need to remember to tell Sparks not to tell people that kind of thing...”

“I’m so sorry,” Spectre blurts out. “I just assumed— The— The three diamonds pattern isn’t a Ternion symbol, then?”

“No,” Axela5 says. “Diamonds are my favorite card suit. For biased reasons. I haven’t— I haven’t found a Ternion yet.”

“Oh...” Spectre winces. “Uh... Were you— Were you born into the culture or did you join more recently or...?”

“Born into it,” Axela5 says. “On my mom’s side. You?”

“Born into it,” Spectre answers. “Both my parents. Um... Don’t stress about not having a Ternion yet. I don’t either.”

“Right...” Axela5 rubs their arm. “I, uh... I need to message my boss, sorry. He told me to message him to let him know I’m alright.”

“Oh, sure,” Spectre nods and takes a step back. “I need to meet up with some friends, anyway. I’ll... see you around...?”

“Sure, maybe,” Axela5 says. “Bye.” Their heels kick into ignition enough to let them hop over to the nearby table instead of staying in the increasingly awkward conversation. They watch to make sure Spectre is headed away and then pull out their data pad to message Liteheed.

“...You could have asked for his contact info,” Axel mumbles as Axela5 types.

“I’m not so bold,” they mumble back.

“...He’s kinda awkward anyway.”

“Like we’re any better?”

“You mean you? Imaginary, remember?”

“...Like I’m any better?”

“...You know, the good thing about having to leave and go home early...?”

“What’s that?”

“Three-day weekend.”

“Oh my gosh, yes.”

A longer story than the other Axela5 stories! This one introduces Axela5′s boss and whoever this Spectre fellow is. Probably no one important whatsoever. ;>

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