#nmmm

[resizura]

id be less mad at fbi ada if they put her in a sexy suit instead of that ugly trenchcoat

[crowsnhoes]

I LOVE GETTING FAST FOOD AND HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS!!

[orcelito]

I did the litter boxes as soon as I got up this morning, thanks to my friend Nick for voice chatting with me for it hfmsbdm. Then I ordered groceries, and then I ate breakfast. I'm feeling sleepy now. Still need to do the dishes and put away the groceries when they get here (in 2 to 4 hours). I've got a nice black tea I'm drinking. I'll need to work on school work later too, maybe. But for right now, I'm thinking about painting my nails. I'm finally through the filler in Naruto (for now) which means it's getting interesting again. Wanna see what Madara's gonna do. Wanna paint my nails. They've been naked for too long (bc I've been so busy with school). Self care. Nail polish. What will I paint them tho. I'm thinking a color changing one. Might pick it out at random. It's not even noon yet I feel like I've been so productive. Today is a wonderful day

[ftg-alt]

Aight nvm I gots a new idea

[stormbreaker-290]

T ri es to :3 bu t trisps andfalls over💥

awa morningggg stormmmm

A wabaaa

Gormorninnn my lovely friendd :3

[hoshigray]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 & 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 | ryōmen sukuna

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - heian era! au-ish - itty bitty degradation - biting/nibbling - tw: cannibalism + blood kink - clitoral play - choking - scratching - lotus + missionary positions - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - pet names (little bird/one, plaything, pet) - possessive behavior - shit gets kinda . . . intense - mentions of blood (like, LOTS of it), drool/spit, and tears.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8k

“Hah…ahh….”

It felt cold… everything was dark…and pain ignited all around your body…

“Keheh, wake the hell up, little one. Who said you could sleep?”

And the person responsible for your suffering gets a kick out of it.

Anything and everything is beneath the King of Curses, a piece of information that isn’t just a fact to the cursed behemoth but a law — no one and nothing is exempt from this rule. Anyone is free to prove him wrong, but know that most, if not all, have met their end trying to dismantle themselves from this philosophy. Arrogant fools are what he’d call them: maggots that deserved to be squashed, trash that deserved to be incinerated…and food meant to appease his appetite.

To Sukuna, humans are worth nothing more than inconsequential pieces of walking meat and bones wrapped together. A human himself, however, the cursed man is far too superior even to believe that he was once intimidated to fit within their flimsy expectations. Their labels and ways of living mean nothing to him; they are beliefs that only further the idicracy of the human mind, which never fail to astound him. Yet, the more delusional they are, the more tastier.

And the same goes for you, his fragile, feeble, and delicious little flower.

There have been many humans the man has consumed in his life, the tender muscles of corpses being his favorite treat to shred with his teeth, and the coppery taste of the thick blood that quenches his thirst. There’s no doubt in his mind: human flesh is ever so delectable. And judging from tonight, it’s even more so when he has you under his submission.

You were nude like always, stripped of your robes to expose your body for him, pristine from any dirt or force that wasn’t his. Like many nights before, you sat on him with Sukuna’s lower arms holding you by the thighs as your legs sprawled around his massive figure. Both his cocks out to marvel at, one of them stuffed inside and stretching the opening of your hole, your mouth stuck permanently agape because of the girth you could never prepare for. 

There was a chill in the autumn night, contrasting to the warmth inside Sukuna’s chambers, both from the candles basking a glow into the room and the exchange within the union of your bodies. Sweat travels down to your body and ass and connects with the skin of his thighs as he ruts into you. Your frame rocks with every motion, prompting squeakier sound out of your system, and constant shudders rattle your spine with every brush of his unattended cock on your tummy.

“Ahhh, nmmmfuck, ‘Kunaaa,” you call out to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you burry into the crook. “My Lord, ohmy—Nmmm! Feels…so good…”

“Yes, little bird?” His deep voice relaxes you. “What feels good? Hmm?” You receive a sharp thrust to your inner channel, causing you to bounce on his thighs with a sharp cry. “Answer me?”

“—Mmnph, ohGod, you feel so good!” You whine from his tip brushing your sweet spots with ease, and the outer cock grinding on your clit has you gasping for air. “Y-You make me feel so gooood…”

The cursed being chuckles darkly to you ear that you nearly melt. “How pathetic, all it takes is my cock to have you crying like a whore.” Another rut marks a hit to your cervix. You scream aloud, and he grins broader. “Must be like that to any man who can treat you with themselves.”

“Neverrr,” you slur out, drool on the verge of escaping after receiving another poke to your womb, a deadly attack when you already have to endure the onslaught of swipes on your clitoris. “No one can ever please me like you—Oooh—you do! No one can ever replace you, my Lord—“

“Who said anything about replacing me?” His upper right hand comes to your throat to choke; the sudden restriction of breath has you twitching on his cock like crazy. “I’ll be damned if you even have the gal to think of having some other insolent brat take my place.” The mere thought of another’s hands roaming around your body — what was his by all rights — fueled a subtle anger, the hold on your airways getting tighter.

You look to him with lustful eyes, void of fear and filled with love instead. Just pitiful, you amuse him. “Of course not, my Lord, I –I would never be foolish enough to do that.” your daze was getting worse, and you couldn’t stop clasping onto his girth. “I belong to no one…Hahhhh, no one else but Ryomen Sukuna, my Lord…my King.” 

Good. Sukuna scoffs and brings you to him, and you shiver as his tongue runs up your trapezius. “Don’t you ever forget that, pet — you are mine, my plaything forever and always, till you bore me or I rid you of this Earth myself.” And then he sinks his teeth into the skin, tears now falling with the ignited wince of pain. “Understand?”

“Yesss!” You moan, “I belong to you and…no one else.”

His tongue then licks around your inflicted wound, a bit of your blood escaping the dents he indicted lather onto his wet muscle. Your taste sparks on his tastebuds, and he hums as he licks it.

Then, all of a sudden…he wishes to taste more.

He inflicts another bite, piercing his teeth deeper than before, and you wail with another spasm of tightness around his dick. Fuck, oh, now he’s enjoying this even more. “More, more.” Another bite is placed on your neck, and your eyebrows knit together as your hands ball into fists. “I said give. Me. More!”

Before you could even register, Sukuna’s teeth grind roughly on your neck and tear off the skin, your flesh stuck into his mouth and blood spraying and dripping down. At first, you don’t realize it until your eyes flicker, and you sense the source of a brief shutdown. Then comes the bundles of nerves activating to indicate something is wrong, and a giant wave of aches permeates around your neck. You see a deep scarlet coat on your neck, your chest, and his lips. And you shriek.

“S-SUKUNA!?!” A million thoughts travel at the speed of light. “Wh-What’s going on?! Why are you—AUGHH!” He pins you down to the futon, and the clean white sheets now begin to harbor shades of red. He switches the cock inside you with the outer; the one sheathed with your slick grinds on the crevice of your ass.  

“Quiet, pet.” He commands with his upper hands, caging yours, drinking more of your blood pouring from your neck. “I’m famished.” He chews on more of your muscle, gulping and slurping and chewing and gnawing at any bit of you his teeth can latch onto. Your screams grow mute to him, his focus on your inner taste.

And that’s not the only thing you’re wailing and trying to squirm out of; Sukuna’s mouth of his stomach has a mind of its own, the tongue licking on your stomach before nibbling on the flesh. Your feeble attempts to try and kick are worthless, the man keeping a firm grip on your ankles. It isn’t long before he tears the skin off your abdomen as well, more hues of carmine drenching the futon.

Shouts go louder and louder as every new wave of pain hits you one after the other, tears striking down your cheeks as you sob aloud and beg for your master to reconsider. But it’s too late; the man is already drunk on your gummy muscles and thick blood. You tasted sweet, juicy, and tender. The smell of copper and its metallic taste furthers his drive for more, getting way too turned on by this.

Your throat is running dry from the constant eruptions of screams you release, broken cries bouncing off the shoji frames and panels, yet no one is around or awake to rescue you at this hour. And even if they were, no one would dare come into the domain of the King of Curses. No one would be dumb enough to try and stop the behemoth from hammering his cock into your figure as he eats you alive.

And the worst part about it…is how oddly good you still feel from it!

Sukuna doesn’t stop pistoning himself into you, even with both mouths full of your flesh torn off of your limbs. His length feverishly hits your womb to the point of your head pounding, and spontaneous grazes to your G-spot leave you rolling your eyes in the air. His sharp nails pierce into your thighs, and more trails of blood paint around your body as he scratches deep into your skin. Is it normal for your cunt to be spasming like crazy as the tongue of his stomach digs inside you to slurp on your intestines? No, it cannot be, it’s wrong to think so…so why the fuck do you feel so fucking good?!

“—Ghaahh, fuck,” he swears with hot breath, his mouth so damp with your blood that his tanned skin harbors a literal mess. Everything is a mess — you, him, this futon, this room, this entire night. And that does nothing to shatter Sukuna’s ego. “Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck—Nnmmgh!! Shit, I’m gonna cum…! Gonna fucking….Ffffahhahh!!”Hips go fucking wild, bucking into your aching, sore chasm like nothing, chasing for his release that he can feel creeping in. The more your vaginal walls wring him out, the more he throws his pelvis at you; the sounds of skin slapping against each other increase in volume. 

Finally, with a loud groan, Sukuna goes still and allows himself to burst his essence into you, the pool of his orgasm consuming him into a state of euphoria that has him elated more than ever. He’s huffing so hard above you, sweat now running cold as the clarity pecks him while the shocks entertain him before they subside.

However, everything still feels hot, you still feel warm on his cock, and your blood masks him from the cool air. Sukuna lifts his face to look at what he’s done, and no ounce of pride can be hidden from how big his grin is.

You lay there, legs twitching uncontrollably and skin drenched with nothing but red. Any attempts to speak are impossible, your throat so dry and your voice low and destroyed from exerting so much force earlier. And your eyes, typically shining with life and happiness that pairs with your smile, now display nothing — pure lifeless, dwindling out like the candle flames as your color fades with the anguish you’ve been bestowed with your flickering vitality. Pieces of your flesh, torn muscle, and a pool of blood are left as your final resting place.

He could heal you and stop the bleeding, save you from the face of death before you bleed out. But it wouldn’t be like him if he didn’t admire the view of his work after ravishing his meal. His crimson gaze gleams with a dark amusement as he chuckles.

“My tasty little bird.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ⊹ transparent edit made by me + dividers from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[toriel-2]

is there a penis in your pants? or is it something else... (sniff sniff sniff) nmmm.. dobby smells danger

[herblinz]

ILYSM xDDD Kilindi being casually gorgeous and the second one maul’s expression 😂 Im ded

You've no idea the number of times Maul mentioned Kilindi's head tresses. Mf probably wants to touch them.

I think that's his favorite part of her (as well as her eyes).

Quick sketches to get myself back in drawing. Thesis got me exhausted but it's finally over! Passed it too! 🙏

[bagerfluff]

Blowjobs and Business Calls

Sub/Bottom Casper x Top/Dom Male Reader

Prompt - Blowjob

Warnings -  Rough oral(reader receiving) - praise - nick name

You were currently on a business call.

With Casper on the ground sucking your dick. Your hand was in Casper’s head, tangled in his hair and slowly moving Casper’s head up and down.

“Yes, I do think that’s the best bet”, you said.

This happened because Casper couldn’t wait a few hours for you to be done with your call. He kept talking and teasing you, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

Having to whisper dirty things in your ear, making you hard during a work call. Little whore. Casper held your legs with his hands, knuckles white.

Casper moaned around your dick.

Casper dick was unbelievably hard and it hurt without it pushed against his clothes. Casper also felt his knees start to get sore from kneeling on the ground for so long.

Casper was tall, it was hard to fit under your desk as well. Casper didn’t mind any of it though, he liked it. The feeling of your dick in Casper’s throat was amazing.

Casper felt the weight of it pressing against his tongue, the heat of it, the way it stretches Casper’s jaw. Making Casper groan at how his jaw was going to hurt after it.

The way your fingers moved his head and pulled on his hair. The way that you were in control, you decided what Casper was going or not going to do. Casper didn’t mind it.

“Well I think that-”, you were cut off by your own groan.

You glanced down to see Casper kitten licking your dick. It caught you off guard. “Sorry, my pet startled me, like I was saying”, the sound of your talk was drowned out of Casper’s ears when you ramed him down.

Forcing Casper to take all of your dick, when he had only been taking half of it before. Casper tried to scream but he couldn't. Casper pressed against your legs, it was too much.

Casper felt your dick in the back of his throat. Casper moaned, he started humping your leg mindlessly. You smirked down at Casper. His noises were perfect, he looked perfect.

You looked back up at your laptop, “well I guess that’s all for today, goodbye everyone”, your boss said. You smiled and waved before shutting the laptop.

You leaned back and gripped Casper’s hair tighter. You moved Casper fully off your dick. He was breathing heavily and his face was red with sweat dripping off it.

His mouth was open too, saliva dripping down his chin. You smirked, “I think this a better use for your mouth, don’t you think”, you said. But before Casper could respond he shoved his mouth back on your dick.

You moved Casper up and down quickly before stopping. Casper stopped too, his breathing fast and dick hard. “Well, move pretty boy”, you said, touching Casper’s clothed dick with your foot.

Casper moaned and started moving. Casper was inexperienced in bowjobs, but his fast paced bobbing and constantly moving tongue made up for it.

Guess you were just going to teach Casper how to do a blowjob. “Yes”, you groaned, thrusting your hips up. You tengeled your hand in Casper's hair, holding his head still.

Casper stopped moving and yet you fuck his throat. “Nmmnnee”, Casper moaned around your dick. Casper humped your leg, chasing his release like you were.

You gave no warning before you came, shocking Casper when you came in his mouth. “Nmmm~”, Casper moaned once you came, coming in his pants.

You kept your dick in Casper's mouth, making sure he swallowed it all. You pulled Casper off your dick and tilted his head up. Casper stared at you with lidded eyes, cum dripping from his mouth.

You leaned down and kissed Casper’s forehead. “That was great, maybe you can suck my dick during my next business call”, you said.

Making Casper’s dick ache just at the thought.

[fanaticsnail]

Cuddling: Zoro

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 1,600+

Themes: Roronoa Zoro x m!reader, mdni, 18+, smut, NSFW, penetrative sex (Zoro receiving), lazy morning sex, cuddle-fucking, pre-established relationship, love making, feelings, Zoro just wants to be close, saliva mentioned as lubricant.

Notes: I just had a craving for some softness with the man. He needed it.

Nestled against the variety of pillows reinforcing your hammock, a warm arm drew itself over your stomach and tugged you towards the broad slab of muscle behind you. The temperature of his bare skin on your own was overwhelming most of the time.

The green-haired swordsman ran hot, especially after being wrapped in blankets and warmed within their weight for several hours of nightfall. You wriggled gently within his clutches, trying to make yourself comfortable in this new position by extending your knee up to grant you some room to yourself.

“Nmmm-, closer,” Zoro mumbled sluggishly, tugging your body to lay flush with his own again. Expelling a groan from your throat, you put up no fight when he pulled you further within his encumbering embrace.

“Zoro,” you protested verbally, your smile twitching up in the corners, “This is as close as we can physically be. I can feel your heart thundering in my own chest from here.” A small, raspy chuckle rumbled from his throat against the back of your neck.

Both of you were barely awake, feeling the gentle rise and fall of the waves crashing against the hull of the thousand sunny. The sweet gull-song from above felt crafted as your own private symphony alongside the propulsion of the large ship.

Zoro softly drew his lips down to the crown of your head, pressing gentle kisses against each place that found his fancy. A twitch of the morning was found against your ass, causing you to smile as you felt your own rising in your briefs.

“I can get us closer.” Sneaking his hand down over your waist and beneath the elastic, he began softly using his calloused hands against your cock. Beginning at the base, he gently rolled your velvety skin within his palm and fingertips, halting at your sensitive tip, before slowly pumping downwards again.

Rolling your hips in time with his motions, your ass began to grind against his cock. A deep, rumbled groan fled from his throat while he felt his need begin to stain the front of his own briefs with his own precum. You chuckled alongside him, shaking your head before arching your neck back to meet his lips.

Lazy smiles meeting, eyes fluttered closed and both of you began enjoying the feeling of your lover’s hands against your flesh.

Zoro’s arm tucked it's way beneath your neck, finding itself wedged between you and your pillow. You moved your hand beneath his briefs and gently found his cock. Thumbing the slit at the tip of his shaft, you began rolling it in time with the lazy pace Zoro set with your own.

Gasps fled one another’s lips as you continued your barely awake kisses. Zoro and your own hips moved in time to the motions, rising and falling with each roll of the tide. As Zoro’s cock continued to leak of its morning dew, you took some onto the pad of your index finger and slowly drove it down towards his puckered entrance.

Zoro’s brow furrowed as his smile broadened, moving his legs to part to give you more access to his body. Gently tapping at the hole, you gently massaged his balls with your palm before slowly disappearing the tip of your finger into Zoro’s ass.

“That how it is, huh?” he mumbled against your lips, his smile only ever growing as you continued working him open. “Come here.” He nudged your torso, rolling you over in his arms and releasing your cock from his grip.

One arm over your shoulders, the other hooked around the small of your back, he continued mouthing at your lips and gasping as you gently worked his ass open to take you. Your motions were still lazy and slow, every moment drawn out with your embrace being as close as he could possibly make you both.

Removing your finger from his ass, you hooked your thumbs over the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down his large thighs. He rose his knees, rolling them together to kick them off the rest of the distance, leaving him completely bare.

“You next,” he groaned, nudging your thigh with his knee in an indication for you to lose your own briefs. You chuckle at his eagerness, pressing a quick kiss against his lips while hooking your thumbs beneath your own briefs and drawing them down your legs.

Interlacing your thigh within his, your pecs remained flush against his while you began gently grinding your cock against his. Each lazy roll of your hips had Zoro’s groans fleeing from his mouth into yours. Need began pooling in your stomach while you softly rocked your body atop his.

“Want me to suck your cock a bit before-.” Your words were halted by a deeper kiss soldered to your lips like iron to a poker, Zoro simply reaching between you and lining your tip up with his puckered hole.

“Just put it in. I'll be fine.” He attempted to ease your cock in, but you held your hips back and refused to press on.

“Zoro, I'm not going in dry,” you shook your head, moving your lips to his jaw and pressing a soft kiss against his chin. Zoro groaned, gently moving the hand clasped at your waist and used his saliva to pool in the center. Taking ahold of your cock, he pumped your shaft with the added lubrication, causing your breath to hitch and your kiss to morph into a needier bite against his skin.

“This should do it,” he groaned, pressing your tip to his ass once more, “Go on. In. Need to be closer to you.” He eased your cock inside his tight entrance, the ring of muscle expanding while he sucked in a hiss at the intrusion.

Wincing at the tight pinch and stretch of your cock entering his ass, you attempted to soothe him with gentle kisses against his shoulder.

“Should've let me go down on you first, Zoro,” you empathetically reminded him, pressing several slow and soft kisses up against his jaw and cheeks while he took you inside himself. You slowly reached between your bodies, gently rolling his velvety cock within your hands in a bid to put him more at ease and not tense up.

After a moment, his lips parted and he began to huff and pant at the feeling. His cock twitched as he rolled his hips in a bid to fuck himself on your cock, prompting you to softly kiss him lightly against his neck. He swatted your hand away from his cock, reaching down and gripping your ass in his calloused fingers and eagerly tugging your body into him.

“Closer,” he gasped, his voice still clinging to the morning while he shifted his hands back up to hook you into his arms. Your voice crackled and fuzzed out low groans to intertwine with his, just as your thighs were woven in and out of one another's. Zoro's knee bent up and butterflied out to the side while you lazily rocked your hips to lie flush with his.

Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, your lips continued to find his while the morning sun cascaded through the curtains. Your abs rolled Zoro’s cock up and down in time with your languid thrusts. Wrapping your arms around the middle of his chest, you both felt as flush as you could be with one another.

The blankets clung to your ass, only a barely-there, soft movement rocked the two of you. If anyone should enter your shared quarters, they would simply assume your bodies were just moving to the subtle rock and swell of the waves. Your tip brushed with Zoro’s prostate, causing him to whimper a little in your mouth while his lips found yours once more.

Zoro’s hips began rolling softly in time with your thrusts, both of you feeling your need begin to rise and swell in your the pit of your stomach. While your bodies both desperately wanted to give in and buck wildly to use one another to sate the other’s need, the desire to be close with one another took over.

Always gentle, always soft, your motions were as close with one another as you could be while you stole this moment together. As your needs overcame you, there was nothing more than an extra swell and grind of your hips against Zoro’s.

Clutching you ever tighter into himself, he ushered you just that little bit faster by means of his own hips. You got the hint, feeling your release edge ever closer.

Lips never leaving one another's, Zoro groaned softly into your mouth while you picked up your pace, your stomach grinding against his cock the longer you thrust into him. Zoro’s balls sucked up into his stomach, feeling his abs tighten as his thighs shook with reaching the pinicle of his high.

“Mmmgh-,” he muffled against your lips, desperately clutching at you while you continued to hit that deep, spongy point within his body, “Gonna cum-...”

"Cum for me, Zoro," you groaned, stealing his breath and clutching him tighter against you, "Not far behind you."

Nodding while your lips mouthed at his skin, you continued your actions, keeping your pace the same while you felt your own need fizz within your abdomen. With a soft cry out, Zoro’s cock spurted his release between your bodies. He bucked his hips a little with yours, providing friction to his cock while his ass contracted around your own.

With his release causing him to clench his puckered entrance around your shaft, you met him in his bliss with your own. Grunting into his lips, you bucked into him while your desire for the swordsman met its peak.

Slowly rolling and riding through your high, you stilled your motions after you felt the final wave of lust flee from you. Buried within his body, you made to pull away your cock to only feel trapped by his leg pinning your own.

“Just stay like this a minute, would you?” Zoro whispered, pressing his lips to your temple and rubbing soft circles against your back with the pads of his thumbs. “Wanna be close like this. Stay.”

"You and your closeness," you rolled your head to place your chin on his larynx, "Close enough for you?"

"Yeah, this is good." He smiled down at you, his eyes creasing up at the corners.

With a final press of your lips to his chin, bodies still joined with one another, both of you softly whispered out the other’s name with your affection rolling easily off your tongues.

“I love you.”

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🎶 Happy Birthday to Me🎶

If you would like to celebrate by indulging my caffeine and bubble tea addiction, my Kofi link is here.

[soangelbaby]

i’ve been summoned too & i still haven’t stopped thinking about perv clark bc that tree of a man probably can’t even look you in the eyes without creaming his pants even after watching you through your window all night 🙂‍↔️😵‍💫

— @preyingfaes / @fae-of-prey

ugh riightt he can’t even look at you the same without thinking what else he can do, what else he can get away with, how far he can go before he gets caught, before you start catching on, but he’ll try to play it cool, subtly dropping hints about thing he should never know, like “you wear that perfume alot huh?” or if he’s overheard your conversations, “hanging out with your friends tonight?” he’d know exactly where you’re going, who you’re with like nmmm

can you imagine how he feels, just standing there, watching you through the window? the way he can see every little detail of you—every move, every breath you take, and all he wants to do is reach out and touch.

but he can’t. not yet. the thought of being so close to you, hearing you breathe, watching your body move—he can barely breathe himself.

and when he finally does get close, you won’t even have to speak. he’ll already know. because he’s been watching—and he’s been getting off on it. every little thing you do, every second you’re unaware, it makes him crazy. you’re the only thing he can think about now.

AND his heightened senses make him acutely aware of your smallest movements, and it drives him crazy that he can’t just have you in the way his mind wants. every time you laugh, breathe, move in a way that intrigues him, it makes the hunger worse. he might even find himself pacing late at night, unable to shake the overwhelming desire to be close to you, but also terrified of what would happen if he crossed that line.

clark would also occasionally feel the weight of guilt, especially if you get a little too close or his control slips. maybe he’ll sense that you’re starting to notice him more, and a pang of remorse will hit him. but then, it’s quickly overshadowed by the rush of satisfaction. he may feel guilty for a fleeting moment, but the rush of knowing that he has complete access to you soon overrides those feelings.

i just love this so so hot i could go ALL DAYYY

[boycarpetkitty]

i ffeel. Sick tomystomach

ratsickle is a bit stronger than he looks - strong enough to carry robert. its all lean muscle. even despite his strength hes still malnourished and can only manage this for so long

[pedge-page]

Safe

Sub/Himbo!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Notes: .... I have no notes. This is. Yeah.

Warnings: himbo !Joel, sub!Joel, mommy kink on steroids, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, mentions of breastfeeding, nipple sucking, missionary, slight undertones of coercion or manipulation from reader

18+ ONLY

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Joel's breathless grunts make you clench around him even tighter. He's hunched over you, with your legs spread lazily as he thrusts frantically inside your squelching cunt, face pressed against your neck with his eyes squeezed shut. You sooth over his back with a calming hand. He's sweating, pent up and desperate, but you can feel the pathetic ruts of his hips and the desperate whines escaping his lips telling you he's close.

"How's your bare cock feel inside? Feel good baby? Yeah I bet it does. Bet you were dying to put your naked cock in my cunt," you coo.

"I love—I love mommy's pussy," he rasps. "Love fucking you raw."

"Mommy loves it too." You hum, rubbing your fingers through his sweaty hair. He needed this so badly tonight. A tough day being such a strong, capable, even intimidating man. Cold protector. But you knew all Joel needs sometimes is to let go of that demeanor and be taken care of.

"Now all you have to do is cum. Put you sticky seed inside my warm wet pussy."

He lets out a high pitched whimper from his throat, his cock throbbing and pushing even faster into you.

"Isn't it so nice?" You ask. Your legs slowly wrap around his waist, leg locking him while he gets lost in your heat.

"Mhm-nmmm. I'm...I'm gonna cum. Gnna cum inside Mommy's warm pussy." His pace lacked rhythm to begin with, but now he's jackhammering like a horny bunny with no regard.

"That's it baby, just breed me like a good boy. I'll make you a daddy, you just gotta breed me. Put you warm baby batter in me."

"Oh fuck yeah, I'm cumming! Im cumming in Mommys pussy raw, fuck—fuckyeahsowarmoh fuck! we're breeding!"

His entire body stiffens as he erupts, holding you as close as possible with painful breaths. You feel his cock twitch with each ribbon of his spent filling you up until its dribbling out.

"Goodboy, you did so good! Can feel you filling me up. Oooo baby, that feels amazing. You had so much didn't you?"

He pants hot air against your soft skin, body collapsing on top of you as he catches his breath. "So much. Fuck —it feels good cumming inside raw. Thank you mommy. It felt really good."

He smiles and kisses your cheek. Then down your neck with little sighs, the scruff of his peppered beard scraping lightly along your skin until he gets to your tits.

He starts sucking your nipples out of comfort, slow and sensual as if lulling to sleep.

"If you keep putting your cum in me, soon these will start giving you milk."

He perks up. "Wait, really. Can we...?"

"Yes baby, but only if you give mommy your cum. All of it every time. Buried in my pussy."

His face goes red. "I liked cumming inside Mommy's pussy. I want to keep doing it."

"Good.  It's okay, Mommy's gonna keep it all safe. Ang time you need to cum, you come straight to Mommy okay? You always put your cum inside me and I'll keep it warm and safe for you."

He babbles against your breast, his mouth enclosing around your nipple for comform with little rocks of his hips still pushing his seed into your sloppy slit. "Mommy's...safe"

"That's right. Mommy is safe."

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More: Closer

Notes: I *may* have a PK variation of this...

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I.S.M.I - Chapter One

“Hal.”

“Nmmm.”

“Hal. You're late.”

“Nuuuuhhh.”

“Yeah you are. Wake up.”

A heavy shove against his shoulder was enough to rouse the man from his desk nap with a grunt, “Wuh?”

“You're supposed to be taking some of the newbies out to investigate that...” the voice stopped as the man raised a hand.

“I know I know... I'm up,” Hal stood up, grabbed the cold coffee off his desk and drained the mug, “I'm going.”

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks Barbara. Good to know even the monsters have a good grasp of what shit looks like.”

The woman beside his desk glared at him, her long, almost fluid black hair shifting with invisible air currents. “Not considered a monster any more. But at least I'm punctual.”

Hal grumbled, pushing the chair into his desk and grabbing his jacket. “I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe.”

“You should stop in and see Doc. He might be able to give you something. You know. Help you sleep.”

“Thanks, I don't need help from a different flavour of monster.”

The banshee gave a long sigh, a whisper of a shrieking sound underlying her breath. “You founded this place. You were part of the process that started bringing us 'monsters' in as staff,” there was a strange, audible sting of the whispering in her voice as she said the word. “If you dislike us, why did you do any of that?”

“I don't diuslike you,” said Hal, tossing his phone into his pocket. “I just don't trust all of you yet. Especially not Doc. His practices are... strange.”

“They work.”

“So I've heard. Now, I'm going to be even later if I don't move. I'll see you tomorrow.” He hurried out of the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he made his way down the corridor. The hallways were clean and whitewashed with grey tiled floors. The permanent state of artificial lighting hurt his eyes and Hal squinted to lessen this as he headed to a door labelled 'Supply.”

Here, he was given the keys to a van, which he knew would have already been kitted out fully for a reconnaissance mission. Several cameras, both handheld, Polaroid, and body-worn, standard equipment such as a taser weapon, a small case loaded with phials of varied Ignotuscience allergens such as holy water, garlic and sacred oak. Honestly, he often felt like he was driving around an entire hardware store and laboratory, but being over-prepared had them at (currently) the lowest death-per-mission rating of any of the institute's facilities. Hal liked to think his over-preparedness and over-exaggeration of the dangers contributed to that too. After all, who could argue with a man whose brother had been eaten by pseudo-magical cephalopods from a rift in spacetime. On his way towards the exit, he paused only to stop at meeting room 3, opening the door for only long enough to call. “Follow,” before he left again.

As he walked down the corridor, two hurried sets of footsteps joined him, one at each side. “Names?” he asked, without looking back.

“Kaplain.”

“Sayer.”

Both voices were masculine, one a little higher and younger but not especially so. “Backgrounds?”

“Police.”

“Uhh... magic?”

Hal stopped dead, the man on his left, Kaplain, stopped in time to avoid a collision but Sayer piled right into his back as Hal turned. “Magic?”

Before him stood a young man, bespectacled, with long, somewhat curly black hair framing a pale and nervous face, dressed in loose clothing with an old fashioned, loose black shirt that covered his arms and hands. “M-Magic...” confirmed Sayer.

“Magic? Of which variety. The study thereof, the practice thereof... clarify.”

“Practice thereof...”

Hal's eyes narrowed as he saw the younger man had unusual eyes. They were washed out of all colour. The black pupil remained, but the iris was a milky grey, absent of any normal colour or natural pink lack of pigment. Frowning, Hal gently grabbed one of the young man's arms, lifted it and peeled back the robe. Beneath it he found a scarred hand that looked as though the flesh had been torn off it in a spiral and then been reattached, giving it a twisted appearance. Hal's face hardened. “I see.”

He had been told they had a newcomer arriving who had been rescued from a fanatical, religious group from Yorkshire some years before. He had read the casefile. A young man who possessed, allegedly, a gift of 'magic.' Though they had filed all of these new discoveries under the label Ignotuscience, they still used the phrase 'magic' to describe the practice of using energy or ability in a way that mimics what mankind had traditionally labelled as such.

This young man allegedly could perform many magics, but had, at the hands of the religious fanatics, been forced to perform far beyond his limitations when they had tried to make him 'summon god' in order to prove their god was the only one. The resulting vibrations and energies had drawn the eye of the Institute, and Neil Sayer, or ISMI-UK-L-0024 had been rescued and taken under their protection.

“Has it already been four years?” asked Hal, his voice suddenly quiet, gently tucking the sleeve back over the young man's arm.

“It has...” admitted Sayer. “I'm all healed up, I've passed all the training, and I'm here to help.”

“Is... uh... there a problem?” Kaplain spoke up.

Hal turned to him, giving the man a slap on the shoulder. “No. Just a first lesson for you. If anyone ever says something like that, you are not one hundred percent certain of, question it. There are tricky things in this world we live in now, and most of them can be tripped up by asking questions. And if you ever, ever doubt that something or someone isn't what they say they are or appear to be, listen to your mental panic alarm. We'd rather have a hundred false alarms than one genuine missed incident.” The ex-policeman looked older than him but not by much, he sported similar grey sprinklings at his temples, but his was speckled through brown hair. Kind but cautious blue eyes peered from behind a set of robust framed spectacles, and an impressive layer of stubble that matched his own spoke of a man with his own demons. Just like everyone here.

Brushing off the interactions, Hal continued his march down the corridor, and the two other men followed. They knew all about him, one of the highest ranking people in the organisation with no interest whatsoever in sitting in a nice safe office and making decisions on behalf of others. He wanted to be out in the field, pursuing the creatures and investigating the incidents. He was a haunted man, but not a bad one. He walked his path alone and pushed away all attempts to get close to him because his heart was scarred, and not yet ready to trust.

“Hope you two are ready for some excitement,” said Hal, glancing back at them. “We've got a long night ahead.”

“I thought you said it was going to be exciting,” Kaplain's voice cut through the quiet of the night.

“Don't go assuming that it will or won't be just yet,” said Hal, taking a swig of coffee straight out of his thermos, prepared and left for him by the vehicle prep team. “It's only 11pm, the night is yet young.”

“Remind me again why we're here?”

“Did you not read the file?” Hal sat up with a frown.

“I mean... I skimread it...”

“Rule 1 of surviving ten minutes in the Institute,” said Hal, pulling a tablet from its dock in the dashboard, “read the damn file.” He unlocked the item, fiddled around to bring up the casefile they were currently staking out and held it out to the ex-policeman.

A little sheepishly, the man took it from him and started to read.

“Would you mind reading it aloud?” a meek voice came from the middle row of seats, “I might also have only skimread it.”

Hal rolled his eyes, “amateurs.” He knew not to be too harsh on them. Fresh out of training and still in orientation, this was likely their first real mission.

“File ISMI-I-UK-591,” began Kaplain, “Status; Open.

A series of occurrences in which people claim to have been attacked in the woods in the region of East Dartmoor by an unknown lifeform.

Incident 001: [DATE]. (1-21yM) (1-23yF) (1-22yN) (1-23yN). Camping in the area. At around 2000hrs, as they were setting up a campfire, (21yM) became aware of a 'crackling sound' in the woods, and when he went to investigate, a 'friggin monster the size of a truck' emerged from the treeline. All four fled, leaving their camping gear which was later retrieved by agents for analysis, the results of which showed nothing abnormal.

Incident 002: [DATE]. (1-42yM). Out to gather wood. At 2100hrs, claims he was struck in the back of the head by something with 'the strength of an elephant' that felt like it was wielding a club. He awoke some hours later, estimated 2330hrs and immediately vacated the area. One significant area of trauma to the head but scans show no permanent damage.

Incident 003: [DATE]. (1-18yF) (1-18yM) in the woods to take various samples for a university project. At 1500hrs, heard large lifeform moving about in the woods nearby. At 1510hrs, as the sounds grew closer, began to leave. At 1513, while running, several stones thrown at significant velocity towards fleeing individuals from treeline. Minor abrasions.”

“Okay, now, what does that tell you?”

“We're out here looking for something that attacks people?” Sayer suggested.

“Okay, good start, let's keep that on the board. What else?”

“Seems to happen day or night, and nobody knows what it looks like other than being 'big' and apparently as strong as an elephant... possibly armed?”

“Great, good. We're learning things,” Hal took another loud swig of his coffee. “Anything else?”

“Most of them seem to have heard it coming,” observed Kaplain.

“And that's why I've been sitting here with my window down. There's one more main thing we can glean from this file, what is it?”

The two newbies looked at each other, then at the file, poring over it as they scrolled up and down.

Hal gave them a little time, calmly leaning his head back against the headrest, his eyes just starting to drift a little.

“I have no idea... what?”

Brought back from the edge of sleep, Hal sat up a little, “What were they all doing?”

“Being... in the woods?” suggested Kaplain

“Yes but what were they doing?”

“Uh...” the ex-policeman seemed stumped.

“They were interfering with the plantlife.”

“Okay... so...”

“So, if you want something to happen, and it clearly isn't going to happen by itself, get out there and bother some plants.”

“Excuse me?” Kaplain stared at him.

“I'm dead serious,” said Hal, “Go snap some sticks or kick a weed. Pretty sure it'll have the desired effect.” He already knew what this particular creature was, having examined the scenes from all of these occurrences. He'd dealt with it several times before on one side of this woodland or another. He was just using this as a very useful training exercise for his new learners.

Looking puzzled, both of the men clambered out of the van, activating the headtorches they had been provided to cut through the darkness.

As this was still classed as an investigation mission, and not an active danger site, they were dressed in their 'civilian' clothes and equipped with only the basic tools of the job, most of which Hal was still holding onto, wanting very much to see how their creativity and problem solving led their first investigation before he began their full training with all of the tools at their disposal.

While the young man, Neil Sayer, went to half-heartedly tug at some brambles, Creek Kaplain grabbed a fallen stick from the ground and snapped it loudly. The sharp sound echoed through the woods, and Hal wound his window down a little further, listening intently towards the treeline. Nothing yet. “Good start, keep going,” he said to encourage them, before leaning back in his seat to keep listening, picking up the first of a distant, thick creaking.

Kaplain, clearly puzzled, snapped another stick noisily, then turned to look at Hal, baffled, “What purpose does this serve?”

“Shh,” Hal cupped a hand around his ear and gestured to the woods.

Kaplain blinked, turning in the direction he was pointing. At first he could neither see nor hear what the man meant, but after a moment, he became aware of a soft creaking in the distance. It sounded almost like something huge was leaning against the trunk of some ancient tree, causing it to creak in objection. The older man gently grabbed for Sayer to stop him in what he was doing, still yanking on the bramble, and they both stood stock still, listening.

Hal grinned to himself as he saw them both tensing up, rummaging in his pocket for his language translator and fiddling with it in preparation.

Suddenly, and before either man could move to do anything, a group of tree roots burst from beneath the ground, knocking Kaplain down and tossing Sayer to the side. The roots swiftly wrapped around the older man's legs and started to drag him, shouting, towards the treeline.

Sayer, who had already managed to stumble to his feet, began to fumble with his hands, glittering light starting to emit from beneath one sleeve as he struggled to focus himself enough to use his magic.

Fortunately, there was no need, as Hal stepped out of the van and spoke loudly into his translator, a simple looking little device that he held up to his mouth. It quickly analyzed his words and emitted them in an equal tone and volume but in his selected language, in this case, ancient Gaelic. “Alright Bovis I think that's enough,”

The roots dragging Kaplain stopped, and a low, creaking, yet somehow petulant sound responded from the forest. After a moment the translator beeped and gave a translation. “Mister Hal. The two legged ones continue to harm my friends...” the voice that came out was chilling, low and creaky with a slight electronic hum where the translator failed to be entirely accurate in its representation.

“I know, but we've told you before. You can't just go around attacking people. Remember our agreement? You stay within your boundaries, and we'll expand them every year with new planting of trees and wild shrubs.” The translator continued to do its best, though Hal was sure some words and phrases were lost in translation, his meaning seemed to come across.

“Yes...” creaked the response.

“And have we kept our end of the bargain?”

“Yes... the new life you have provided brings light to the woods...”

“And is this within your boundaries Bovis?”

Kaplain, whose legs were still wrapped in shifting roots, wriggled, and began to speak, but Hal silenced him with a swift finger to the lips gesture.

There was an awkward pause in the trees, and they could almost feel a 'petulant teenager being told off' vibe from the silence before a much softer and less creaky. “... no.”

“No indeed,” chuckled Hal, “Now I know it's hard ignoring it when people are interfering with your friends. I do. But we cannot stop it entirely. You know if you stay in your boundaries, nobody will be in there hurting anything. Now are you going to go home, or do I need to have you escorted?”

There was another awkward pause, then a soft. “I go. No need to escort.”

“No more throwing rocks at people either?”

“Okay...”

The network of roots withdrew from Kaplain's leg, and the creaking sound began to move away.

Hal waited a moment, then lowered the translator and gave a nod, putting his hands on his hips. “That went pretty well. Last time he put a pebble through my windscreen.”

“Pretty well?! Were you watching the same thing as me?!” demanded Kaplain indignantly, struggling to get to his feet on the churned up ground.

“Everyone is alive, undigested and whole, and we sent the problem back to their containment zone. I call that a good evening's work,” Hal replied as he extended a hand to help the ex-policeman to his feet poroperly.

“But it had me...” Kaplain looked distinctly unsettled by what had happened, and this was exactly why Hal had let the situation play out as long as he had.

“It did. However in this case you were never in any real danger, I knew three days ago what was causing this but I needed to bring you two out in the field to see how you handled being field agents in a controlled 'danger' situation.”

“So this was... a test?”

“You can never truly know how well someone will react to one of our areas of study until you see them do so.”

“Did we... pass?”

Hal chuckled, “This wasn't that kind of test, just a taster, a sample of things to come. You good?”

Kaplain dusted himself off, looking as though his dignity was a little bruised, but otherwise not too upset. “Yeah.”

“And you Sayer?”

The young man was still standing frozen, looking pale, his hands together, “Uh.... y-yeah...”

Hal smiled, going over and gently grabbing his shoulder. “Good, come on, let's get you back in the van with a hot cup of tea.”

“I keep telling you Doc, I have no idea why they sent me here.” It was 11am the next morning, and Hal, who had spent the rest of the night filing a report and getting Sayer and Kaplain home safe after their harrowing first day, was sitting in front of a painfully ordinary desk with a painfully abnormal man behind it. “Isn't it just a box ticking thing?”

“Well, it says here that you average three hours sleep. Most of which you do on your desk between 1500 and 1800,” the man glanced at him over his almost comically undersized glasses, strawberry blonde hair, a little on the scruffy side, threatening to get in the way of his pale pink eyes as he glanced over the tablet in his hand. “It also says you haven't been home in eleven days.”

“Bills are expensive these days. Why leave when we have showers, a cafeteria and heating here?” Hal swung back on the chair, thinking that a desk nap right now would be great.

“Mhmm,” the large man continued to peer over his glasses, a silent judgement in his eyes.

“Look I'm fine. I have some mild insomnia...”

“The other day,” the doctor interrupted, still reading from his tablet, “You woke up from your desk with a yell so loud that you set your Banshee colleague's scream reflex off and she proceeded to break all of the glass objects in that sector with her voice.”

“Look, I do feel bad about that. It wasn't-”

“It resulted in two people needing counselling.”

“I didn't-”

“And caused ISMI-UK-L-0024 to swarm and go to ground somewhere in the air conditioning, where he remains.”

Hal let out a sigh, letting his chair set back onto all fours, “Look I-”

The doctor set the tablet down and folded his arms to lean on the desk, far too big for it, it made the huge man look as though he was leaning on child size desk. “Hal, it's difficult for me to be put in this situation but I have to tell you. High ups, including the site director, are advising that if you won't accept any kind of treatment, you will be removed from duty and placed on long term sick leave.”

“What?!” Hal's voice echoed with thunder. “I hired half those morons!”

“Hal!” the doctor's voice was sharp, booming, and commanded quiet. “You know they're right. That's why you came here when you were told to.”

Hal puffed up indignantly, “I... no... they...”

“Please. This is a safe space.” The large man's hard expression melted slightly. “Nobody is removing you from duty yet. But I need you to talk to me. However you like. You can stare at the wall if you want to, pretend I'm not here. Scream it as loudly as you want. The walls in here are entirely soundproof so you can shout until you shake the heavens if it would make you feel better.”

Hal let out a long, slow sigh, his eyes dropping to the floor.

“Everything and anything said here is confidential, you know that.”

“Even if it's above your clearance level?”

“Even if it's above my... wait what?”

Hal smiled, that one had tripped the doctor up. “Come on Doc. I've been here since before all this. Most of what happened to me I can't even talk to myself about without violating ten laws.”

The huge man scratched his ear thoughtfully. “Hmm. That is a good point. My clearance normally covers everything but... yours is above mine. You know what, I'm going to make a phone call.” He stood, his eight and a half foot frame towering over everything in the room.

Hal ducked his head a little in a vague acknowledgement and rocked back on his chair again as he settled to wait. He didn't like this, not one bit, he felt he was being forced into a corner, and talking about his feelings on the matter was just insult to injury. Still, the doctor was supposed to be very good at his job. Whatever his job was supposed to be, it was made very clear he wasn't a traditional therapist or any kind of medical practitioner, but he must have something that put him here, and everyone talked about how great he was at sorting them out.

A short while later the door clicked open and the huge man returned, holding a pink smartphone, and offered it to Hal. “She... wants to talk to you.”

Glancing at how the thing looked like a toy in the man's enormous hand, Hal took the phone, wondering how he was even able to type on it with those huge fingers. He raised the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hal?”

“Who else?” He already recognised the voice of his boss's boss, just about as high up in the institute as it went without sliding into government or mysterious upper upper management. He did have to wonder how the doctor had the work number of someone so high up... even he himself had to submit a request for a phone meeting.

“How're you feeling honey?” her voice was soft, gentle, but not patronising, like a kindly grandmother offering him a slice of cherry pie.

“I... fine I guess?”

“Mhmm. That's not what I've heard. Don't you worry though, Doc can take care of it. He's the best at what he does.”

“About that... what does he do?”

“Helps people by giving them perspective. Now, you gotta let him do his job though.”

“It's going to be something weird isn't it?”

“Would he be here if it wasn't?”

Hal let out a sigh, a little shiver running down his back. “To what do I owe the pleasure of you taking the time to speak to me today ma'am?”

“Sweet, I want you to tell him anything. Pretend his clearance is above yours if that's what you need.”

“You're giving me permission to talk about everything?”

“Everything.”

“Everything?”

“Sweet, trust me. Anything you tell Doc will be kept between you. I've been waiting for you to be ready to talk to someone, and if now is that time, Doc is your man.”

“O-Okay,” Hal's hard tone was a little diluted now. A little washed out. Like he'd been really relying on her to deny him the right to talk about his experiences with the ISMI. “You sure? You want to give me your clearance password just so I can be certain this is legit?”

“Of course Honey.” She repeated a series of letters and numbers, plus a few less known characters, and then hung up the phone.

Hal exhaled softly, putting the phone on the desk, suddenly deflated. Was he ready to talk? He had honestly been backing the 'no you can't have permission to discuss everything' horse mentally so he wasn't really ready to be making this decision for himself.

“Here, I can tell you need a little time to think. I'll go and get us some tea, let me leave you in the care of my colleagues.”

“Colleagues? You have colleagues?”

The Doc smiled, going to the corner of the office where a small, transparent plastic door was fitted to the wall. Hal had noticed it before but assumed it was some kind of strange monster thing given that he knew there was a lot about the Doc that was a mystery.

The man opened the tiny door and gave a few sharp little whistles. A skittering sound echoed from the space on the other side, and Hal blinked as two blurs of colour shot into the office.

“My colleagues,” said Doc, gently scooping one of the blurs up in his hands to reveal it to be a small dog. Something longhaired and sort of pomeranian-ish, it was tan-orange in colour with a white belly and a tiny black nose. It looked like an explosion in a wig factory, but wagged a tail that was 99% hair with enthusiasm, its face grinning and exuberant.

The Doc gently set the dog down on Hal's knee and caught the other one, which was a similarly hairy mutt-like creature, but black in colour with white socks, tail and patches. “This is Kirk and Spock,”

“You named your dogs Kirk and Spock?”

The Doc shrugged, “judge me if it pleases you, but I will not apologise.”

Hal huffed a little, but found himself unable not to raise his hands to gently stroke Kirk, whose fur was soft to the touch, and the way his effort made the little tail wag at an even greater speed did grant him an unexpectedly welcome molecule of serotonin.

The doctor smiled a knowing smile and left the room to get them some tea.

Hal sat quietly stroking the small animal, its appealing brown eyes looking into his own with nothing but pure trust and appreciation. He blinked as he felt a thump against his leg, and looked down to see Spock was trying to climb up onto him as well. “Hang on a sec, this chair won't take three...” he glanced at the corner, seeing two oversized beanbags. He had wondered why they were here but... suddenly it began to make sense.

He stood, cradling Kirk, who seemed to appreciate being given a lift, and carried him to the beanbags. Spock raced ahead, clearly knowing what he was doing, dancing upright on his tiny hind legs by the soft furnishings as he waited for Hal.

Carefully, Hal turned and lowered his sore body into one of the things, blinking as it all but consumed him. He would have to get one of these for his apartment. Flailing to pull himself into a sit rather than a lay, he 'oofed' as Spock's weight fell upon his chest with a thump. The small black face sought out his own in the folds of cloth and grinned at him, a long pink tongue dangling, but not trying to lick him. He was glad of that.

“Hang on, hang on,” he pushed himself up a little, until he was sitting a bit more upright, and the two dogs settled themselves on his thighs and belly respectively. He was glad there wasn't three of them, he only had two hands for stroking, and they quickly became occupied seeking out tiny chins and ears to scratch, it was strangely calming, and the way they wagged their tails and half closed their eyes at him in appreciation was soothing.

Letting out a soft breath, the man relaxed, still on edge at the thought of talking, but, reassured by the quiet non-judgement of Spock and Kirk.

“Well well, they normally don't work that fast,” the Doc said from the doorway, smiling as he held two steaming mugs.

“They're good at what they do,” admitted Hal.

Doc chuckled, and came to sit down on the other beanbag, gently setting a mug down beside Hal, looking almost normal in the oversized item... which explained why Hal all but disappeared into his when he sat down. “Don't let me interrupt if you're still thinking, we have all the time you need.”

“Says the man who wants me to get some sleep,” chuckled Hal.

Doc shrugged, “I think it would help. I don't think it would solve everything.”

“No, you're right,” sighed Hal, “It certainly wouldn't.”

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And so we begin to properly meet some of our characters, and experience the ISMI and how it functions.

I know there's no vore in this opening chapter and I apologise for that, but I promise, it's coming. This story contains, I would argue, more vore than there was in Coyne. Be patient. It's coming.