#approximate size... conversions... everything

[alexanderwales]

Recommendations for societies with mixed halfling/human races follow. The average halfling is assumed, from demographic estimates, to weigh 30 pounds (14 kg) and stand approximately 3 feet (1 meter) tall.

All public places where people are expected to be seated need a mix of regular/small seating. Ideally, all chairs and tables will be adjustable, but this comes with cost considerations.

All doors must be accessible for people of all sizes. This presents a challenge for doorknobs and door handles, and the recommendation is a long vertical bar accessible for both, along with low "minimum force" levels for opening and closing. Problems with locking mechanisms remain, and while floor bolts are height-neutral, they're more suited to secondary locking mechanisms.

All restaurants, cafeterias, and vending machines should stock two differently sized portions. The average halfling consumes roughly a third the amount of food as a human. Because of various frictions (packaging, labor), prices are expected to be more than one third for a halfling portion. Because of this, it's best to have systems in place that allow splitting human-sized dishes, or bringing home leftovers, or making packages resealable.

Housing presents a serious problem. A single-family dwelling for a halfling family requires roughly one fifth the volume as for a single-family human dwelling, though costs do not scale down at the same rate. However, if built to halfling scale, the interior of the dwelling will only be accessible to halflings, which presents serious problems for e.g. police, firefighters, social workers, repairmen, or anyone else who might have cause to go into the interior of the home, to say nothing of friends and coworkers. Building for halfling scale is attractive for a variety of reasons, with cost being one of the biggest, but this might result in de facto segregation, and puts considerable strain on civic infrastructure and city markets due to duplication. Another social concern is that all interactions might, by default, take place inside human homes which have worse accommodations for halflings. Special note should also be made of mixed-species couples, who suffer extra burdens within the household. These problems are intractable, as some trade-off must always be made.

Tools, household goods, and clothing are naturally split into two markets. For clothing, near-complete segregation is expected. For everything else, partial segregation is expected: a halfling cannot effectively use many human tools due to differences in grip strength and grip circumference, to say nothing of brute strength. However, many consumables can suit both species, and it's expected that cost reduction efforts will inevitably result in a single offering for both in cases where that makes remotely makes sense. Purchases using refillable containers from bulk are encouraged, as each person can determine what's best to fulfill their own needs.

Due to lower costs (housing, food, clothing), halflings can in theory work for lower wages. For certain jobs, particularly those requiring physical strength, humans are more capable on average, and for others, particularly those requiring manual dexterity, halflings are more capable on average. For jobs which do not have significant differences, wage discrimination is recommended by contentious, and is an ongoing conversation.

There are a number of "segregationist forces" in society, driven by convenience, culture, and market forces. Once segregation has become, there is every expectation that it will snowball: a neighborhood which is inaccessible to humans will have businesses that cater only to halflings, and once halfling business is concentrated, any "mixed" business has less incentive to cater to halflings. Legislation can counterbalance these forces by requiring that all businesses be able to service both humans and halflings, and accommodate both human and halfling services, but this admittedly comes at enormous cost.

Overall, there are certain recommendations that are nearly costless and can be implemented as best practices immediately, and more complicated, costly reforms that will take significant political will and budgetary consideration. Beyond that, there are questions of social engineering and the level to which it is important or preferable that these things be done.

[hansungie01]

Slow Down // h.j.s

Genre: Smut, Eventual Angst

Word Count: 4.0k words

Contains: Frat boy!Han Jisung x Female reader, unprotected sex (both Jisung and reader are intoxicated), dirty talk, slight finger sucking, cream pie, exhibition kink, very very slight possession kink (like it’s only really implied, not mentioned very much)

A/N: More reposts!! I did edit some of it tho as I felt it suited it better. Enjoy!

It all began the second semester of college, during finals season. You had been practically glued to your textbooks all week - after all, you were paying for your entire college tuition, and you were not about to waste all of your hard-earned money by winging it. You were so stressed as you had barely given yourself any breaks, and even your friends had begun to see that you had become sleep-deprived and irritated. Your job wasn’t helping either, that was taking up any ounce of free time you had left.

In an attempt to get you away from your books for a night, your friend informed you of a party happening at one of the student’s houses. Now, you weren’t usually one for getting drunk, especially during finals. In fact, you hadn’t gotten super drunk since senior year of high school, when you managed to drink so much Malibu Rum that you ended up tripping and falling over the side of your friend’s porch, and flat on your face. At least, that’s what your best friend had told you the next day, and what your headache was further proving.

After much thought and convincing from your friend, you ultimately decided to attend this upcoming party. Maybe it was good to get out, and take a break from studying to let loose for once. What could go wrong? Going out for one night wouldn’t ruin your chances at passing finals. Not to mention, there was no way it could be any worse than last time, that you were sure of.

But when you finally arrived at the party that night dressed in your most casual, I'm-only-planning-on-staying-an-hour-tops outfit, you were met with an environment entirely unfamiliar to you.

About 40 individuals, all crammed into one medium-sized apartment, all talking and definitely all intoxicated. The dimmed lighting in the room made it difficult to see properly, but you swear you could see some people making out in the corner, others getting high from a blunt.

Looking to your side, you noticed a group of guys who, based on their behaviour and overall appearance, appeared to be the occupants of the flat. They were all huddled together on the floor, passing around a bottle of Grey Goose vodka and laughing amongst themselves about something you couldn’t comprehend over the music. They all had messy hair, and practically every one of them had a facial piercing or tattoo. Basically everything you’d be intimidated by, but strangely fascinated at the same time.

You chose to ignore them though, not wanting to interfere with their drunken conversation. Instead, you left the room, opting for some drinks with your friend in the kitchen.

You were approximately halfway through a bottle of alcohol you had been handed by some random college student when you started to feel its effects, and the room was slowly becoming dizzy in front of your eyes. You had suddenly begun to feel lightheaded, not enough for it to be of concern, but enough for it to affect the way you behaved and talked. You became much more giggly and outgoing than you were sober - a feeling you hadn’t experienced since high school. Except this time, there were no porches, so the chances that you’d be falling over on was very, very slim.

You were laughing next to your classmate who you had run into by mere coincidence. She had said something particularly funny about your teacher, causing you to jump backwards, falling into whoever had happened to have been standing behind you at that exact moment.

You felt a hand suddenly grab onto your arm as you both tried to maintain your balance. You looked over, making eye contact with a face you had never seen before. A young boy, around your age, maybe a year or two off. He had dark brown eyes, now blown out in a worried expression. His hair was dark, and he had two piercings on his face: a lip piercing and a brow piercing. He was definitely attractive, even a sober person could see that. But the look on his face almost made you laugh, with his lips in an "o" shape and his eyes glued on yours.

“Woah, are you alright?”, the boy’s voice slurred, his hand still gripping tightly onto your arm as if he were also still catching his balance.

He was clearly as drunk as you were, you could tell by the sound of his voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine���, you said, standing up and pulling your shirt back down. “Are you?”

“Yeah”, he replied. You and him stared at each other for a few awkward moments before he finally looked down, at the bottle of alcohol you held tightly in your hands.

“That’s where my alcohol went, I’ve been looking for that all night”, he titled his head in fake annoyance.

Your eyes widened once you realized. This must be his apartment, and so this must’ve been his alcohol.

Of course, this was a party, and it wasn’t a crime to have alcohol at a party. But you had clearly crossed a line, taking alcohol that apparently wasn’t yours to take, from a boy you didn’t even know.

“I didn’t know, someone just gave it to me!”, you argued, although there wasn’t much your mind could come up with while drunk. You looked behind you in hopes that your classmate who had been standing behind you could defend you, but you soon discovered that they had left, and you were now left to deal with things on your own.

“I can buy you another one, I promise!”

The boy simply laughed, finally letting go of your arm and placing both palms behind him on the counter, leaning back with a smirk. He looked you up and down before squinting his eyes. “I’ll let it slide, but only because you’re cute”

You felt your cheeks heating up at his words. Cute? He thought you were cute?

Definitely the alcohol talking.

“I-.”, you stammered your words. You placed the bottle on the counter, mumbling a hurried “sorry” as you turned to walk away, flustered and uncertain of how else to reply. You almost got by him as well, but he grabbed your arms again and pinned you against the counter.

The boy was now standing close to you, his body towering over yours. Granted, he wasn’t that tall, but his demeanour and attitude made up for that.

“I don’t think I’ve met you before, what’s your name?”

“Uh, it’s y/n…” you replied, fighting to keep eye contact with his strong stare.

“Hm, well, y/n…” he said, practically fumbling over his words as he leaned in close to your face.

“I’m Han Jisung.”

You wanted to respond, but the words were caught in your throat. Instead, you could only nod in acknowledgment.

You’d nearly forgotten that you and him were both in public. In any normal circumstance, the current position you both were in would result in some strange looks from your peers. However, considering the fact that you had walked into people making out and borderline fucking on the couch, you probably weren’t drawing too much attention to yourselves right now. If your classmate had left by this point, you weren't aware.

After not-so-subtly looking you up and down once more, Jisung finally spoke up again, this time in a whisper.

“Maybe you can make it up to me.”

You were slightly taken aback by his proposal, but even more so when you realized that you found yourself liking it. His body was noticeably close to yours, you could even smell the Grey

Goose he had consumed in the living room earlier that night. It was, without a doubt, intimidating, but in a way that you found so insanely attractive. If you weren’t so drunk right now, you would have already left. But the way he was looking at you, with an expression you could only describe as lust, had you thinking about things you could not even imagine doing sober. He was drawing you in within a few minutes of knowing you.

And yet, you couldn’t think of anything to say to him. All you knew was that this boy was obviously drunk. You were as well. Apparently so much so, that you felt yourself slowly leaning in closer to him, longing for a taste of his lips and the alcohol that stained them. And so you did, connecting your lips with his in a tender but yearning kiss.

Jisung responded the moment your lips touched his, pressing his body against yours as he kissed you back.

After holding the kiss for a few moments, he pulled away. This time, his eyes held something you hadn’t seen before - passion. You could see how much your kiss had affected him. Jisung leaned in close to you, delicately brushing his lips against your ear and letting you feel the cool metal of his lip piercing against your skin.

“I need to hear you say it, pretty girl. Can I get to know you better?”

You smiled, placing a hand on his chest and dragging it down slowly, all the way down to his crotch.

Where the hell did this confidence come from? You were never usually one for having sex with strangers, but the way Jisung spoke to you, the way his body felt against yours, had you craving more of it. That, and the alcohol was clouding your senses more than you had expected.

Regardless, you needed him right here, right now.

“Yes”, you finally responded, provoking Jisung to bite his bottom lip at the sound of your voice.

He placed one last kiss on your neck, before pulling you along with him, past all the people in his apartment and down the hallway.

You didn’t have much time to rationalize your thoughts, whether this was actually a good idea or not. To be quite honest, you didn’t want to rationalize anything. All you knew was how much you needed him, this man named Jisung, who you had met only a few minutes ago.

He finally unlocked the door to what you assumed was his bedroom, pulling you inside, and closing it behind him. The noises of loud music and shouting could still be heard from outside the door, but they had become much more unintelligible. A good sign, because what you and Jisung were about to do definitely required some kind of soundproofing.

Without wasting a minute more, Jisung pushed you backwards, causing you to fall onto his bed sheets in a rather rough manner. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side and ruffling his hair over his eyes.

You had almost no time to admire his figure, only managing to catch sight of the silver chain that hung around his neck, before he was leaning over you again, this time leaving messy kisses all around your neck.

“So. So. Pretty.”, he mumbled in between kisses.

“Funny, Jisung”, you sighed, tilting your head to the side to allow him more room while his lips pressed against your hair and his hair tickled your skin.

“Yeah you are”, Jisung cooed. There was no point arguing, it would only stall what you so desperately craved right now, and that was him. Jisung bit down on to what happened to be one of the more sensitive parts of your neck, causing you to let out a gasp.

“Oh, you liked that?”, he chuckled against you, although he already knew the answer.

You nodded, shifting your body towards him to encourage him to continue.

“I can show you more, if you let me”, he whispered, slipping a hand in between your bodies and rubbing along your thigh.

“Then show me”

Jisung’s lips immediately started to travel down your neck, moving to suck on the skin of your chest. You knew it would leave marks you’d have to cover tomorrow, but to no surprise, you didn’t even care.

The room was dark and your mind was clouded; the only thing you could process was the feeling of Jisung’s wet lips, and the cold metal of his piercing on your sensitive skin.

“God I’m so drunk right now”, you moaned out playfully, giggling at nothing in particular.

Jisung hummed against you, moving further and further down your body until he reached your stomach. He kissed along your hips and your tummy before gliding his tongue all the way back up to your neck. It was hot, so hot that you felt your body shiver at his touch.

“Tell me that you need it, just as much as I do right now”, he asked in between the crook of your neck.

“I need it, Jisung. I need it so bad, please”, you said, already out of breath.

Jisung smiled, bringing his head up to place his lips against yours in a passionate and lustful kiss.

He moaned against your mouth, tasting the alcohol on your lips and feeling himself becoming more and more needier with every moment that he wasn’t inside you. With your lips still connected, Jisung slid his hand down to his pants, fumbling with the zipper but struggling to actually unzip it.

“Fuck”, he cursed against your lips, both embarrassed and frustrated at how long it was taking him to get undressed. You giggled and moved your lips from his to assist him with the zipper.

You tugged his pants down, as well as his boxers, and tossed them to the side. You then took off your own clothes within a matter of seconds, throwing them over his shoulder and away from your sight.

Jisung brought his face back down to your neck, stroking his cock and grinding himself against your wet core. He continued leaving kisses and soft bites along your neck, and every now and then you felt the cold metal of his lip piercing brushing against your skin, giving you even more pleasure.

“God”, he groaned. “I need to fuck you so bad”

You wrapped your leg around Jisung’s waist, pulling his lower body towards you. You let out the loudest moan your throat could muster once you felt the tip of his cock slipping inside of you.

“Oh fuck, baby”, he groaned loudly in response to both your moans, and the feeling of your wet pussy wrapped around his cock.

It took everything in him not to fuck the life out of you right then and there. But he could tell that you needed time to adjust to his size, so he braced himself by gripping onto the sheets next to you. Even though the alcohol he had consumed was clouding most of his coherent thoughts, he still made sure to be gentle with you at first. He wanted you to enjoy this as much as he was, and he wasn’t going to let his eagerness get in the way of that, even though he had skipped out on foreplay in the rush of things.

“Holy fuck, if you keep clenching around my cock like that,”, Jisung groaned, finding it harder and harder to stay still every second. “I swear I’ll cum right fucking now”

You nodded, reaching up to tug on his chain so you could connect your lips with his once more.

“Then fuck me, Jisung”, you whispered against his lips, urging him to start moving.

Jisung began to roll his hips against yours, gradually speeding up his pace as he felt your body becoming more comfortable. You could feel his pelvic bone hitting your core, and his lower stomach grazing yours with every thrust.

By the time Jisung’s hips sped up as much as they allowed him to, you were practically tangled together. He had his hands placed on each side of you on the bed, while your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist. Jisung’s body was lowered so that he could feel your body grazing his chest while he fucked you.

“It feels good, hm? Tell me how it feels, baby. Tell me everything”, Jisung slurred, letting the words slip from his mouth with ease.

“You feel so good”, you confirmed with a sigh, letting your head fall back into the pillowcase and allowing yourself to become immersed in the pleasure and the lightheaded feeling you were experiencing from the alcohol.

Jisung lifted himself up from your grasp and angled his hips so that he could fuck you even deeper, hitting a spot that caused your moans to raise in volume. “Yeah, just like that, Jisung”

Jisung moaned at the sound of his name, knowing it was coming from your lips. It was him, fucking you as if you had never been fucked before. He didn’t even know you, and yet he was thriving off the sounds you were making, the wet sounds your pussy was making with every snap of his hips. As if it was only him who was capable of this, regardless of whether or not that was actually true, he didn’t care.

“Open your mouth”, he suddenly demanded. You weren’t sure what he was planning on doing, until you felt him sticking two of his fingers in your mouth, resting them on your tongue.

“Suck.”

You obliged, wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking just as he told you to. You moaned, but this time your moan was muffled, and Jisung absolutely loved that.

“Now tell me how much you love my cock, baby”, Jisung smirked down at you, speeding up his thrusts more and more. It was filthy, sucking on a stranger’s fingers while they fucked you in a house full of other people you didn’t know. But you couldn’t help but to love it at the same time.

“I love your cock, Jisung”, you said with his fingers still down your throat. “I love it so much, don’t stop fucking me”

“Wasn’t planning on it, pretty girl”, he shook his head, taking his fingers out of your mouth and gripping onto your hips as though his life depended on it. “You feel so damn good, I could fuck this pussy all night”

You knew that you would let him too, if it weren’t for the fact that Jisung’s dirty talk was bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Not only that, but the way Jisung looked on top of you, with his chain bouncing against his chest and his face contorted on pleasure - that alone could turn you on.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum, oh my god, I’m gonna cum”, you warned him by squeezing onto his arms that had been gripping your hips.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum all over my cock, pretty girl?”, he groaned as he looked down at how incredibly hot your body looked from underneath him while he fucked you. He lowered his gaze to your chest, which only prompted Jisung to go harder so he could watch the way your tits bounced with each thrust. It was incredibly filthy, the way the two of you were frantically grabbing onto each other and moaning as though no one else was home, but of course, neither of you cared in your current mindset. In fact, you probably wouldn’t have cared even if someone happened to walk in.

You finally came, moaning out his name once more as you threw your head back in pleasure.

Jisung’s thrusts never slowed down, desperate to make himself finish after watching the sinful sight of you cumming all over his cock.

“I’m so close, fuck, where do I cum?”, Jisung groaned, quickly running out of time. He figured you were on the pill, being an adult in college and all, but the last thing he wanted was to do something in the moment that he’d regret later. Oh, how ironic was that, given the situation you two were both currently in.

“Cum inside me, baby”

That was all the confirmation he needed, allowing his cum to spill inside of you with one final broken groan. Jisung could feel your pussy pulsating around his cock, only adding to the stimulation he was currently feeling.

Once his orgasm subsided, he pulled out, looking down to watch as some of his cum began to spill out of you.

“Holy fuckk”, Jisung moaned, his jaw slack and his eyes hooded. It was so incredibly filthy to him, and if you both weren’t so fucked out right now, he would’ve slipped himself back inside of you and gone another round. Instead, Jisung fell down beside you with a pleasant, almost goofy smile on his face.

You, along with Jisung, were completely fucked out, nearly falling asleep on the spot before

Jisung spoke up again.

“Are you alright?”, he asked you, his voice much raspier than it had been earlier that evening.

You found the strength to nod your head before shifting your body back towards him in an attempt to cuddle with him. If you both had been sober, you most likely would’ve left by now. However, it seemed as though all of your decisions thus far had been far from rational, so cuddling was not that odd of a thing to do.

Jisung quickly got the message, and in one swift movement, pulled you closer to him in a tight hug.

You knew that if you had been sober, you also would have been quick to go home so you could clean yourself, possibly take a shower. But you were utterly worn out, and knew that you didn’t have nearly enough strength to pull yourself out of bed, let alone getting yourself home. The door was locked, and you knew that Jisung’s friends were also here overnight, therefore it wasn’t a huge deal that you were as well.

You soon fell asleep in Jisung’s embrace, not a single thought or worry in your mind about what might possibly happen the next day.

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And then the next day came.

You woke up with the blinding light from the window in your eyes. You groaned, gradually

becoming aware of where you were. A desk. A closet with clothes unfamiliar to you.

And then, an arm, wrapped around your waist. Jisung’s arm.

Oh my god, you thought. You had just woken up next to Han Jisung, the man you had met just last night.

You knew you had to get out of there. Carefully, you climbed out of bed, making sure not to wake Jisung up. You tried to ignore the sticky feeling on your body from last night as you walked over to grab your clothing off of the floor. Slowly, you dressed yourself, occasionally checking to see if Jisung had woken up and feeling relieved to find that he was still sound asleep each time.

Finally, you left his room, walking past the empty bottles surrounding the room and his friends who were passed out on the floor, some of them his roommates and others were strangers.

You walked out the door, calling an uber and making it home. You were quick to shower, wanting to wash away any remaining part of last night from your body. As your hangover began to fade away, your mind finally started to process the events of last night.

You fucked Jisung. The college fratboy you had met only that night, you had just slept with. You knew nothing about him, you could barely even recall what had happened last night.

You had fucked Jisung last night in his bed, your mind kept repeating. And you couldn’t deny that you had actually enjoyed it, despite having no emotional connection whatsoever to this boy.

Your heart began to race. Should you have stayed at his place until he woke up? Maybe you should have talked things through, about what this could mean for your newly formed friendship.

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The next few days were spent the same way, thinking about that night off and on. You couldn’ thelp the weird feeling that fled your stomach at the thought of him, of that night. You contemplated reaching out to him, but you didn’t have his number, and you weren’t sure where to look for him on campus. Not that you would be confident enough to approach him anyways, but it would’ve been nice to at least have that option.

It was only until a few days later during one of your study sessions that your phone dinged, indicating that you had received a text message. You picked up your phone, and your heart nearly dropped once you read the message, wondering how the hell that happened.

Maybe: Jisung: Hey, it’s Jisung, from the other night.

[is-the-sky-blue]

DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS (PT 3): GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Synopsis: When you have questions about physical intimacy Satoru and Suguru are quick to answer them.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, satosugu x fem!reader, pet names, praise, teasing, fingering, oral (f receiving), finger sucking, penetration, unprotected sex, allusions to first times/ virginity loss, mentions of alcohol (nothing occurs under the influence), cum eating, marking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, very slight degradation (reader is called slut once, affectionately)

Part 1 Part 2 >Part 3<

It was then, after a few months they spent thoroughly stretching your pussy, before they even dared to answer one of your dirtiest little questions.

"What would it feel like if you fucked me" 

But that wasn't only a question you posed but many of the other students on campus. You could hear it in the little slivers of conversations your eavesdropping ears picked up on when you walked over to the two boys as they waited outside your classroom, wanting to all check out a cafe that just opened up, Satoru's sweet tooth itching to try out the abundance of pastries and desserts. Your feet hitting the tiled grounds as you approached them, catching faint whispers of adoration as onlookers marveled their beauty, and at times you couldn't ignore the feeling of pride that you'd get knowing that those pretty lips people murmured about have touched yours, on multiple occasions.

When you were sitting in the lecture room awaiting your professors, you could hear poorly whispered words as girl's squealed, flushed faces speculating just how long both boy's were, trying to correlate it to their height and hand size and while their imaginations were left to run wild you sat there with an exact approximation in your head, knowing that while they talked about solely length width was an overwhelming factor as well, while Suguru would be considered decently long compared to the average size his girth was jaw-breaking while Satoru hit length out of the park with how absurd he was, he'd hit the back of your neck and still not be fully inside your mouth.

It was these piece by piece dirty confessions you picked out upon, and you could find yourself mentally answering almost every question you came across, while people wondered how they talked in the bedroom, you could hear their words in your ears as you recounted the countless filthy things they've spewed, while people pondered if they took aftercare seriously or just walked after they fucked, you were being coddled in bare arms while sitting in a porcelain bathtub knowing full well that if you weren't comfortable after they made you orgasm it only meant they were going to force yet another round out of you.

While you could find yourself knowing the response to every query, there was still one that left you stumped, what would fucking them feel like. Obviously you could speculate, knowing full well the answer would be mind-blowingly good, but your aching cunt could only clench around their fingers so much while you pretended it was actually their cocks.

You had it all, they gave their everything to you and yet you were still greedy for more, hungry for them to scratch this itch deep in your guts, answer one of your few unanswered questions you always barraged them with.

It was a question that hung over your head, flooding your brain even when you didn't call for it.

The night air bit at your exposed skin, coating you in a cloak of frost as your teeth chattered, arms wrapped around your torso to try and preserve your warmth, the sky swathed with darkness as not even stars could shine, the neon signs of the bustling building behind you and the many other buildings with bright lamps creating too much light pollution for the pin pricks to dot through.

The loud thumping bass shook the pavement beneath your heel clad feet as the music barely muffled behind the pulsing plaster walls, lingering scent of alcohol wafting through the opening and closing doors as bodies motioned past you, bright headlights of cars pulling up to the curb as group after group of party goers dressed in skin tight outfits rushed to get inside.

You were no exception, the short baby pink bodycon dress you wore hugging your curves in delicious ways as your slowly blistering feet slightly bounced to the rhythmic beats behind you, the rustling of foliage sending shivers down your spine as a gust of wind tussled through your still somehow immaculate hair, the squishy space of the club's dance floor doing little to disturb the look you curated at the start of the night.

"Hey (L/N), you doing alright," and you turn towards the door, staring at the face of one of your upperclassmen. his short cropped hair hanging to his sweaty forehead as the scent of booze carried with him as he approached/

"Yeah," you nod, trying to plaster on a smile over your tired face, not expecting the night to turn out this way as he stood a couple respectful steps away from you, "just waiting on my ride."

"What!" he gasped, "you leaving already," he exclaimed, "you didn't even get a drink in your system," he said it as though it was a crime, "c'mon we got a student discount, I'll even buy you one if you're short on cash, or even if you are... high on cash, my treat," and he reached for your arm, perspiring palm tugging on your wrist but you take a step away, yanking yourself out of his weak drunken grasp.

"I'm really okay," you politely decline with a shake of your head, and you could feel your phone start to vibrate in the small glittery clutch you held tight to your chest. Quickly you flipped open the clasp and took the device out, bright screen illuminating your face despite the brightness being turned significantly down, the buzzing of a familiar caller ID bringing a smile to your lips as you pressed it to your ear.

"Hello," you start, tapping your finger against your case.

"We're almost there," he said instead.

"It's the nightclub down on 7th right," and you realized that his phone was connected to the cars audio system as a second voice spoke up.

"Mhm," you nod, staring up at the street sign that stood tall, on a metal pole stuck in the sidewalk, a couple meters down, illuminated by a flickering lamppost, assuring the man for the second time that night that he hadn't got your location incorrect, and from your other ear you could hear your peer continue to talk.

"Well alright then," he sighed, "do you want me to walk you home at least, it's getting late," he offered and yet again you shook your head.

"I'm getting a ride, remember," you reiterate, shifting on the balls of your feet as he leaned against the planter pot of the large hedge beside the two of you, trying to keep balance on his drunken feet.

"Who are you talking to love."

"No one important," you reply dismissively.

"Oh yeah," he laughed from beside you, "silly me," he grinned, "do you want my jacket then, you seem pretty cold," and you could suddenly feel his eyes rake over your body, making you squeeze your arms around your torso a little tighter.

"I'm okay," you mumble, averting your gaze before biting at your lip, whispering into the phone "please hurry," you shiver, goosebumps prickling over your skin.

"Only a few blocks away," he reassures and you could hear the accelerator hum even through the phone.

"Are you sure you ain't wearing much," he comments and you shake your head.

"No I'm perfectly fine," you stand your ground, eyes lighting up as you watched a familiar car skid to the curb, pulling to a stop in front of you and the passenger side door flung open even before the vehicle's engine shut off.

White hair puffed against his head, feet stomping as they hit pavement and quickly you were covered in a warm coat, hands draping the fabric over your shoulders and you could hear the click of the car lock from over his shoulders, spotting the bright head lights turn off and another pair of quick paced shoes approach.

"Finally found you pretty girl," Satoru whispered into your ear, hands running up and down your frigid arms, forcing the warmth from the woven fabric into your limbs and couldn't help but ogle at the droop in his shirt as he leaned down to stare into your eyes, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest, tops of his pecs peeking out as he flashed just the right amount of cleavage. "You like what you see," he teased, capturing your wandering gaze and you brought an all too cold finger to trace his collarbone, his warm hand instantly capturing it as he tried to heat up the appendage.

"Mhm," you sigh, letting careful hands take your bag from you and you smile at the sight of his dark hair, inky locks rivaling the sky as it framed his grinning face.

"Oh uhm," you could hear a drunken slur and Satoru is pulling you away by the shoulders, moving you flush to his chest as he shared his body heat, eyes glaring at the boy who gaped at the scene, eying the two men who were quick to coddle you, "I guess I'll be going then," he mumbled, brows furrowed and you didn't meet his gaze as you opted to nuzzle into Satoru's warm skin, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind you ear.

"Yeah you will be," Suguru replies as his loitering feet don't shift to leave, the boys mouth wanting to ask you yet another question but the dark haired man's words keep him quiet as he straightens his posture.

"S-see you later (L/N)," he calls out to you, not sparing a second glance as his alcohol imbued form stumbled back into the building, leaving you hearing Satoru murmur 'like hell he will' into your scalp as Suguru's hands find your waist.

"Thought you were gonna hang out with a bunch of people from your department at the pub, how'd you end up here," he murmured flipping you around so you were facing him, your back to Satoru as he leaned to speak gently into your ear and you couldn't help but relax into his touch. "Did you drink," he asked, your all too pliant form making him worry, hands running up your sides and you shook your head. Not bothering to answer his initial question as you shut your eyes.

"No," you whispered quietly, taking in a breath as you let their body heat warm you before you are blinking up at them. Satoru was dressed in a sultry little top tucked into his dark jeans, as Suguru stood beside him, in a form fitting black tee, that you knew was the one you bought him, his high waisted baggy pants a stark contrast that accentuated his figure perfectly, and you could tell the coat on your shoulders was the last finishing touches to his outfit. "Did you?" you asked, fingers, carefully reaching up to toy with the long hanging earring from Suguru's ear, leaning back to rest your head on Satoru's shoulder, watching as the glass gem glinted beneath the moonlight.

"Nah," Satoru mused as Suguru leaned into your touch, moving downward, and soon you were cupping his face, running your thumb over his cheek, "we were just browsing the night market," he explained and you couldn't help but smile, "got you a couple gifts," he tacked on, relishing in the excited glint in your eye.

"You didn't have to."

"Didn't have to, but we wanted to," he hummed, keeping the coat that threatened to slip off, pinned to your shoulders with his hand. "You look stunning tonight," his tone was low as he murmured into your ear, a compliment only for you to hear.

"Absolutely breathtaking," Suguru mused, slightly wetting his lips as he let himself freely explore your body with his eyes, admiring the art piece that was you, "that dress looks really good on you," he compliments, knowing that you enjoyed being told the outfits you've picked look perfect, but instead of basking in his words you had something else you were focused on.

"It'd look better on your bedroom floor," you teased, running your hands over the bone of his jaw, feeling it clench ever so slightly at your comment as he leans to press a kiss to your cheek.

"Oh really," he mused, "so that's what's happening," he grinned, fingers sliding down to cup your ass as Satoru slid up, thumbs running over the skin just beneath your boobs, "does my baby have a little problem she needs us to deal with," he asks, hands gliding dangerously low as you roll your hips back, staring up at him through your pretty lashes as though you didn't just make Satoru hiss at the sensation.

"Mhm," you sigh, leaning your cheek against his shoulder, "started missin you," you murmured, memories of standing the bathroom beneath the fluorescent lights as you broke away from the sweaty atmosphere, the dance floor full of grinding bodies as the upbeat songs turned more slow and loving. The dance floor no longer being a place for you as the soft murmurs and kisses around you made you only think of them, wishing that they were there with you to sway their bodies to the beat alongside yours, wishing that they were there to plant kisses along your neck beneath the dim lights. Suddenly your lips are pulling in a pout as you tilt your head back, "take me home," you plead, doe eyes big and round.

"Course baby," Suguru's murmuring into your skin, taking one of your manicured hands in his as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, "want us to take care of you tonight," he asks, catching that oh so familiar needy glint in your eyes.

"Yeah," you are sighing and soon enough they are dragging you into the car, Satoru sliding in the back seat alongside you as Suguru reluctantly took the drivers spot and you purposefully sat in the middle seat, Satoru sitting behind the passengers spot as you both remained in perfect view of his purple eyes. The stark silence a beautiful contrast to the muffled thumping from the club, the quiet cushioning the pent up stress that grew throughout the night.

"Wanna tell me what happened," Satoru hums, the plush leather seats sticking to your bare thighs as your dress began to ride up, and you make no effort to pull it down as the white haired boy leant over your body, chest brushing against yours as you caught whiffs of his expensive cologne, the seatbelt clicking in place as he carefully fastened you in before sitting back in his spot, buckling himself in as you rested your head on his shoulders, the throbbing of your fluttering walls growing unbearable as you felt his hand on your bare skin, the car beginning to reverse, gear shift clacking into place as Suguru pulled out from where he was parked, the steady hum of the wheels against the asphalt a nice lull, "how'd you go from the pub to a nightclub," he chuckled, eyes alight with intrigue as he ran the heat of his hand over your skin.

"Well," you sigh, hand sliding atop of Satoru's hand forcing it palm up as you fiddled with his fingertips, "originally we were going to stay there for the whole night like I told you because they booked a big table," you started, "then they wanted to play drinking games nd stuff, you know like truth or drink, they even played a version of spin the bottle but if you didn't want to kiss them you had to take a shot," you could feel Satoru's hand squeeze yours tightly at the comment.

"Thought you didn't drink," Suguru murmurs from the front, and you could spot the way his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel, red illumination from the lights painting his face as he turned ever so slightly to face you.

"I didn't," you huff out a laugh, their steely expressions amusing, "I just went to the bathroom" and you could hear their collective exhale and it made you laugh, "you guys act like I'd wanna kiss anyone besides you two," you snicker as the car moved forward, the metronomic click of the turn signal humming as the vehicle switched lanes.

"Well I dunno, maybe you wanted to explore other options," you could hear the boy beside you grumble and you shook your head in disbelief.

"Why would I when I have the two best options."

"Yeah it'd be stupid to give that up," and soon you are smacking Satoru's shoulder at his remark, grinning at the way he laughed before you continued your little story.

"Well anyways I guess my classmates like to dance when they're drunk because then they kept dragging me to different clubs, that's why I kept texting you," you murmur, referencing the 4 different locations you had ended up sending into your trio's groupchat, keeping them updated to where you were as though you didn't let them track your device 24/7.

"You know that's not safe right," Suguru's tsking from the front seat and you pout, down cast eyes staring at the way you caressed Satoru's fingers, "how'd you guys get to all these different clubs anyways."

"Car," you mumble guiltily.

"You only have one close friend that I know went with you, and she can't drive, and we dropped you off to the pub," Suguru is eying you through the rear view mirror and you tense, "did you get into a stranger's car."

"It wasn't a stranger," you combat, "my friend knew him."

"Him," Satoru bites and you recoil a bit, knowing full well you were in the wrong.

"M'sorry," you murmur, "just didn't want to be the only one in my class not going," you confess, "but that's why I kept texting you where I was."

"I know," Suguru sighs, "but still."

"Next time you should just take us with you," Satoru cocks a grin and you furrow your brows with an incredulous laugh as even Suguru snickers.

"I couldn't do that you clingy freak," you snort, "it was only for members of my department."

"Guess I'm having a career change."

"Satoru," you giggle again, their carefree smiles loosening the tenseness in your chest as he squeezed your linked hands, shutting your eyes.

"But did something happen," Suguru calls your focus, "It's not that I mind, but why'd you call us to pick you up, seems like all your classmates were still ready to party," and his words reminded you of when you sat in the pub.

The dim lights casted long shadows along the worn wooden table strained from years of use, the warm illuminations burning from the wide bar chandelier, painting an orangey glow over the laughing faces of your peers that sat along the ever-stretching booth. The thin cushions of the seating pressed uncomfortably against your butt as it went slightly numb, forcing you to shift every so often as you did your best to appear interested, staring at the wide variety of half empty pints of beer and other liquors as you sat uneasily with your glass of water that most assumed was vodka or something along the sort, it didn't help that you didn't deny their false accusations, sipping lightly on the liquid as though it was an alcoholic beverage.

Loud voices boomed throughout the space, as wait staff paid no mind to your rambunctious group, that was wracking up quite the tab with round after round of drinks and appetizers with no real interest in buying actual meals.

"Say (L/N)," the woman who sat in front of you hummed, her painted nails tapping against the glass of her cup as she eyed you with particular interest and you nodded in acknowledgement, focusing your attention on one of the few people that took the time to spark conversation, your one close friend sitting to your right currently engaged in some other riveting talk, "you are friends with Gojo and Geto right," she mused, the clink of her tapping fingers against her cup calling your attention.

"Oh, yeah," you prove her question correct, "we've been friends since we were kids," you tack on to fill the silence that tried to make things awkward.

"Cool, cool, cool," she nods dismissively, clearly uncaring towards your little anecdote and you felt slightly skeptical about her intentions, "have you ever," she trails off, "been intimate with them," she bites her painted lip.

Huh?

The topic of her speech seeming the catch keen ears as one of the girl's sitting next to her darted her eyes in your direction, alight with curiosity.

"I mean yeah," you tilted your head slightly confused, "we hug and stuff," you weren't going to tell her that they've finger banged you on multiple occasions.

"No that's not what I mean," she shakes her head, "like sexually intimate," okay you sure as hell weren't going to tell her that, not when you barely knew this chick.

"Oh my god," the woman next to her gasps, face flushed as she grew beyond tipsy, liquor loosening her lips, "have you fucked them," she giggled making you recoil at her bluntness, "I mean if I was friends with them I'd at least try and ask," she smiles, eyes wandering off and you didn't dare to wonder what she was thinking, "they are so fucking hot."

"That's what I'm saying," the girl who initiated the conversation nodded along, "like they are super tall too so they've got to have like the whole package down there right," and she's looking back at you and you were staring into your drink, taking an awkward sip of your water.

Yeah they had the whole package, at this point they were the delivery truck full of packages with how absurdly big they are but you wouldn't say that, no chance in hell, you only hummed in a neither yes or no way as the two drunken girls fantasized about your friends.

"I can only imagine how it'd feel to be fucked by one of them," and that had your interest peaked, the question that lingered in the back of your brain forced to the forefront yet again and it hung with you all throughout the night.

"I missed you," you tell the two boys for the second time that night, shaking out from your thoughts, "people started kissin and then I started thinking bout you two, started wishing you were there, wondering what it'd feel like if you were dancing with me, grinding like everyone else," you confess shamelessly before fidgeting with Satoru's thumb as you felt him kiss your temple, reminding your cunt why she was crying in the first place, "when I was at the pub and even when I was at the club people kept bringing you up," you confide, pursing your lips as their eyes sparked with intrigue.

"Were you shit talking us love," Satoru playfully squeezes your hand and you shake your head with a laugh.

"I could never," you muse and you untangle your hands to carefully lift up your earrings to lessen the weight, your lobes slightly beginning to hurt, "only shit talking I do is to your face," and Satoru is reaching to undo the jewelry, "don't do that it makes me pretty," you protest but he shakes his head.

"Gorgeous the earrings only look pretty because you are the on wearing them," he flirts, sliding the gems out on both sides before placing them both in the purse he still held in his lap.

"Don't lose them."

"I wont," and he's pinching your cheek, "but what were your classmates saying then hmm, only good things I hope," the white haired boy continues as you lean into his touch.

"Very good things," you murmur, "kept filling my head with thoughts of you," and you brush the fabric of his white button up open a little wider before staining his peck with your lipstick, the vibrant colour a stark contrast to his pale skin, "that's better," you muse.

"Very good things," Suguru's imploring, "care to elaborate," and you can't help but bite your lip at the question, feeling your pussy pool just at the filthy thought.

 "They kept wondering how good it'd feel to be fucked by you," you say almost as a whine, thighs squeezing ever so slightly as Satoru's playful gaze grew a little more hardened, "made me start to wonder too," and your hand is tracing the dip of his collar bone as you could hear Suguru suck on his teeth, the accelerator humming.

"Did my baby's pussy get wet," Satoru cooed teasingly, hands sliding to your legs, tapping your knee and you oblige, spreading your legs wider for him, letting the fabric of your dress slip up higher against your hips as his fingers brushed just beneath the hem, dancing over your thigh.

"Mhm," you nod the tiny circle he rubbed on your skin only making your walls flutter, clenching yet again around air, "I don't want to wonder any more," you murmur, leaning into Satoru's touch, meeting purple eyes in the mirror.

"You want us to answer your question pretty girl," Suguru coos.

"Uhuh," you sigh, Satoru's warm tongue licking up the column of your neck.

"Want us to fuck you," his murmurs against your skin, "show you how good it feels," and you whimper.

"Can you do it now," you whine, his fleeting touches fueling your lust as he refused to dip beneath your dress and feel where you ached for them most, yearning for them to take you right then and there.

"Patience pretty," Suguru hums, "my girl deserves to be fucked comfortably yeah, not in a cramped little car" 

"Wanna make love to you," Satoru coos so gently it had you melting, "want you to see all of you while you cry on my cock," he murmuring, his hand holding your head as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, "it's too dark to see all your pretty little faces." 

His lips pampered over your skin, preoccupying your greed with tiny unfulfilling kisses that only drove your hunger higher until you were finally pulling into the parking garage and he pulled away, staring at the painting he left on your neck as he unbuckles you, Suguru opening the side door and he helped tug you out.

It was quiet, your walk to the elevator, the chime of it's arrival never sounding sweeter as the three of you entered and you partially expected them to pounce right then and there but nothing. Suguru's hand was intertwined with yours but they didn't touch you, even when you pushed to your toes to press your lips to his he only gave you a sweet peck, "patience," he cooed yet again and he pressed yet another unfulfilling kiss to your pouting lips, "don't want anyone else to see the pretty faces you make," he's murmuring as he pulls away.

"There's nobody here," you grumble, annoyed as your aching core sobbed. He tugged on your linked hands, pulling you towards your apartment as the doors open and Satoru is punching in the code irritatingly slow as you shifted, impatient, "please," you whimper as the lock flicks open and before your eyes could register it your back is slamming against the door, feet stumbling into your genkan before hungry lips are on yours.

It's hard to process the sheer speed you were manhandled inside so you don't, closing your eyes as you melted into Suguru's lips, the feeling of another lingering set of hands, groping your flesh making you dizzy as he slipped his tongue inside, devouring you. You could hear the coat that once rested haphazardly on your shoulders clatter to the floor as you lifted your arms, snaking them around his neck, pulling him closer.

His lips were warm, soft, plush against yours as you zoned in on every last sensation his lips elicited, lightly sucking on your tongue before caressing it sensually with his own, your back bruising as he pinned you against the wooden door as he fidgeted and you could hear the clack of falling shoes but your strap lined heels prevented you from slipping them off so easily. It felt as though you could feel his heart beat against your chest, breaths moving in tandem as he pulled away, eyes hooded as he stared down at you with unfiltered lust before he's moving aside and you're being kissed again, nose nudging against yours before he angles his head in a way he learned to do after many years of practice, warmth fluttering from your chest to your core as he sang against you while Suguru took the time to suckle the tender flesh of your neck. You couldn't help but sigh at their actions, tongues licking gently as they explored already mapped out territory. Satoru's tongue waltzed in a little pre practiced dance and you nibbled slightly on his lip, knowing how to get that little grunt out of him. It felt surreal, his touches, they were all too familiar but just different enough, lingering with just a little more force, a little more greed. His hand slipped down to cup your thigh, lifting your leg up and resting it upon his hip and you could feel yourself grow dizzy.

Yes, you've kissed them both before but not like this, not once in your entire life had Satoru ever lifted your leg like this while the two of you kissed and they both seem to notice. "You like that baby," Suguru voices for him as Satoru squeezes the supple skin of your leg, teasing between kisses and you could only whine into his mouth, feeling his crotch alarmingly close to your pelvis. It felt hot... there was no other word your slowly muddling brain could conclude other than that, he was against you in a way he's never been before, his fingers pinching up your dress, letting it ride to rest atop your hips, panties exposed and you could feel the tent in his pants begin to grow as he rubbed.

"Aren't you wet sweetheart," 

"Fuck," you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as he broke from your lips, crusade continuing down to your neck, head on the side Suguru has yet to mark.

"What's wrong love," he says it so innocently, but you feel him brushing over you, brushing right over your clit and your hands are fisting the fabric of his shirt, heart beating erratically and you are hyperaware of every last one of his touches. His touches that are leaving you air bound.

You yelp, surprised as he forces your weight against the door and he's reaching to grab your other thigh, forcing them both onto his hips, your cunt against his torso and you could feel the protrusions of his abs through the thin material of his shirt. You instinctively wrap your arms around his head that lifted to connect your mouths once more, Suguru's hands at your back as he pushed your weight forward, leaning you onto Satoru and you entrusted your entire weight to him that he carried easily, beefy arms snug against the plush of your thighs and up the curve of your ass.

You break off with a pant, brain fuzzying as you feel yourself move, a click and suddenly the dim expanse of your apartment is basked in a glow as his body rocked, carrying you effortlessly. You expect it in your brain to meet the soft mattress of Satoru's bed but you are violently made aware otherwise as you flinch in his hold as your warm skin met cold countertops. "Shh baby" Suguru is kneading your thigh as Satoru settles you down, granite or marble or whatever the hell they decided to line the island with, chilling your flesh.

"S'cold," you murmur as Satoru unravels himself from your arms and you can't help but admire the pink imprint of your lips peeking out on his chest.

"Don't worry we'll warm it up," the white haired boy promises and he tugs at your legs while Suguru presses down on your shoulder, forcing you to lay flat against the counter, lights above your head, that they refused to flick on lest the bulbs blind you, so they settled for the warm glow crossing over from the light they turned on earlier that lit the back lights of the living room that connected to the open concept kitchen.

"What does that mea-" you want to question but your lips screw shut the moment you felt pressure on your desperate clit and you underwear is being lifted, pulled taught, falling against your legs in a thong like manner and he's teasing the fabric between your folds, nudging your bundle of nerves.

"Isn't she glistening," Satoru's breath fans over your bare cunt and your walls are fluttering once again, making you roll your hips in desire.

"You'll get what you want princess," Suguru muses, holding you down by your hips as he leans to stare into your pillowy folds, watching as your slick dripped in your pussy before the fabric of your underwear is snapping down, making you flinch at the sensation, back arching slightly as you whine, hands curling into fists.

"You're leaking through your underwear," Satoru comments and you could feel his thumb run over your now cloth covered cunt, the sensation making trickles of anticipation thrum up your thighs that tried to close. "Keep 'em open," he scolds and you could feel all the fight leave your lower half as he pulls your legs wide, feet planting on the top of the counter as he spread you as open as you could get, and he's smacking your cunt again, relishing in your mewl.

"Dirty girl," Suguru hums, "my pretty little slut likes getting her pussy spanked huh," he muses and you could feel yet another sharp stinging pain slamming against your clit, the strange stimulation making you wince as pleasure dribbled in, the nickname he called you making you squirm, "my baby's getting so wet," and another slap.

You could feel your chest heave, eyes bleary as you propped yourself up on your elbows only to want to throw you head back yet again at the sight of the two hungry eyed men between your legs.

Hot breath fanned over you and you couldn't help the way you whined yet again, little tuts at your impatience as they began to suckle on your thighs, grabbing the flesh between their lips as Suguru took the left while Satoru took the right.

Their mouths were hot, saliva coating your skin as the varying sensations made you writhe, Suguru biting down, teeth marks indenting into your skin before his tongue is soothing over the pain like a healing balm while Satoru burrows, lips sucking hickeys onto your flesh, keen on leaving a little art piece as he sucks, and sucks, and sucks, and sucks, the sounds of his lips making you quiver.

You couldn't help but cry out as they continued their attack, forcing yourself to succumb to underwhelming pleasure as they left your throbbing little cunt untouched and she starved for attention, dribbling as she called for them and you felt ashamed at your body's innate response.

Small pants left your kiss bitten lips as they marred your legs with their little love bites, edging closer to the rim of your pretty pink panties, tiny little bow on the waistband. "I want you," you murmur as they teased, not kissing the one spot you desperately craved.

"You have us baby," Suguru hums slyly, sucking a bruise into your skin as his thumb rubs small circles.

"I want you here though," and you slightly lift up, hands reaching for his as you brought it to your cunt, rolling your hips over his fingertips and he smiled as they grew slightly damp.

"Aren't you needy," he snickers, letting you lightly hump his hand, flattening his palm against your clothed cunt as you squirmed your hips, the heel of his hand ever so slightly nudging your clit.

"Please," you whine, "want more."

"Clearly," Satoru is grinning, straightening his posture to look into your desperate eyes, "such a horny girl," he coos, "been thinking of this all night haven't you," and he can't deny the pride panging in his chest when you nod vehemently.

"Want you," you whine as Suguru swats your hands away, fleeting touches rolling your clit, doing nothing but enticing you more.

"You've already said that," he grins, mouth a babbling broken record as you begged and his fingers are toying with the waistband of your panties, pulling them slightly down, "tell us what you want, hmm, what do you want us to do," and you could feel your face flush, his familiar words reaching your ears as he tugged down your underwear tantalizingly slow.

"Wanna have s-" you squeeze your eyes shut, taking a calming breath as they stared at you, "want you to fuck me," you murmur out instead, somehow feeling less dirty even with the more vulgar word but your hesitance only further fueled their desire for you to say it.

"Fuck you how," Satoru grins, "want my to fuck my fingers into your cunt, hmm, make you cum and then call it a night," and he practically cackles as you mewl pathetically, teary eyes gazing up at him as though the thought of one orgasm alone was heinous.

"No," you sob, feeling the cool air hit your dripping cunt and Suguru is flinging the fabric elsewhere, leaving it to be found in the morning as now, his eyes trained on you, and you alone.

"Then what do you want baby," Suguru murmurs, leaning over you to press a kiss to your collarbone, "use your words and explain clearly or we won't know," he hums, vibrations thrumming down your torso and you couldn't help the heat that pooled just by looking in his dark eyes.

"I want you," you murmur, their brows furrowing in disapproval, squirming at the light pinch on your thigh and so you continue, "want you to have s-sex with me," you fumble over the word, confession falling leadenly off your tongue, "want to make love," you say gently, recalling the sweet way Satoru murmured it to you, "want you to put your cock in my," and you gulp, feeling embarrassment creep as you felt ashamed for not being as ashamed as you should be for uttering such filthy words in front of the two boys, "in my pussy," you mumble. 

"I would've just let you have it at sex," Satoru teased and you flush before he licks a stripe up your cunt, groaning at the taste.

"S-Shut up," you mumble in faux protest and his head pops up from between your thighs with a smirk.

"Gladly," and before you can even question him he's diving into your cunt, tongue lapping up your juices and you whine, not used to the sensation you've felt countless times at this point, your head is spinning as he practically makes out with your pussy, tongue delving in, pistoning itself into your cunt and you try to breathe through it, letting out every last moan knowing if you didn't you'd be denied any form of relief for hours. The torturous thought of being thrown over Suguru's thigh as he smacked your ass, until it bruised while Satoru would chime in every once and a while with a wet slap to your cunt, yet again making you squirm. 

You could feel the heels on your feet release as Suguru undid the straps quickly, fingers working in ways you struggled to do, often opting having him put your shoes on for you as it took too long for you to pin the strap correctly and he always did so for you without complaint, kissing your upper thigh and now he did the same, shoes dropping with a clatter as he pressed a kiss to the tender flesh of your hickey marred thighs until he leans even further to your dripping slit.

You mewled until you were moaning at the sudden foreign feeling. "S-Sugu," you breathe out, eyes wide as you felt his lips suckle at your clit, making you shudder, both their mouths on you, both sets of eyes on you, one leg thrown over each of their shoulders as they tugged your cunt closer to their greedy mouths.

"You like that, don't you sweetheart," Satoru mocks, "could feel your pussy clench," and you furrowed your brows.

"I said shut up," you whined and before you knew it your hands were acting on their own, reaching for his head, tugging him down by the air and forcing him to your cunt, keeping him snug against your pussy and you writhed as he groaned, pretty blue eyes looking up at you hungrily.

"That was hot," Suguru comments arbitrarily grazing his teeth over your little button, flicking it with his tongue and you squirm before you are removing one hand from Satoru's head to reach for his and he smiles before leaning closer, letting you thread your fingers into his long tresses, before you are forcing him into your clit.

Your legs slightly burned from the stretch, one resting on Suguru's left shoulder while the other rested on Satoru's right, their heads burrowing into your pussy as they drank up every drop, tongues lathering before Suguru is popping off you clit to lick at your folds, cheek pressed cutely against Satoru's as they slurped you up and then.

You couldn't help but tug harshly at their hair, surprise overruling you as you whined, their mouths soon joining, tongues delving into each other's mouths as they shift their focus from you to each other before soon going back to you.

You could feel it, their tongues brush against one another between your velvety walls and you couldn't help but squirm at the thought.

The small little knot began to grow in your stomach as they continued, sloppily kissing your cunt until she was drooling in their mouths, puffy clit whining at the sensation as Suguru's nose nudged ever so slightly against it, grinning at the way you gasped, their mouths melding against your pussy in a way that could only be described as perfect, slotting against one another like two, or rather three pieces to a puzzle.

"Sugu, Toru," you warn, feeling your tummy warm as your thighs spasmed, heels digging in between their shoulder blades as their heads prevented you from closing your legs, toes curling as you grabbed at their hair, Satoru whimpering against your cunt prettily the harsher you tugged, his sounds only further fueling the tightness, "m'cumming," until it was snapping, light orgasm washing over you like waves lapping at the sea but you spilled, essence leaking over their awaiting tongues as they devoured you in earnest, you could feel your chest heave slightly as they lapped up, taking turns suckling at your slowly overwhelming clit as they continued their ministrations.

You are panting, squeezing your eyes shut as you rolled your hips, their mouths helping you ride out the last ripples until you finally are out of the blissful feeling and now watching the two boys kiss, dancing precariously as they grunted, tasting you on their tongues and it only made you gush even more.

"My girl looks so pretty when she cums," Suguru coos, pulling from Satoru's mouth, sheen lining his lips all the way to his chin, hand untangling yours from his now disheveled hair, the style he tied it in now loose as strands fell out and he pulled you to sit.

"M'sorry," you mumble, raising to toy with one of the fallen locks and the laugh he lets out makes your tummy turn as Satoru stands only to lean into Suguru's embrace, arms encircling his waist as he let one warm hand planted against your thigh, "your hair is all messy."

"That's okay," he purred, kissing your temple, "if it didn't come undone now it'd come out later," he grinned, teeth grazing that sensitive spot on your neck he found many moons ago and you are holding his head close, basking in his warmth as you caught your breath and you could hear a metallic zip and suddenly your dress loosens, "but let's take this off now, yeah," he muses pulling away as Satoru finishes the job for him, pulling up the fabric that gathered atop your hips, shimmying it off your head as your boobs fell into place and you redden at Satoru's whistle.

"A set," he chuckles deeply, "did you plan for this," he muses, the pink lacy bra you wore the same colour as the panties now abandoned elsewhere.

"Yeah right," you murmur as the white haired boy pressed a kiss to your lips once more, a chaste little brush before he ogles you so unabashedly it makes you embarrassed, his hand lifting from your thigh to gently grope you, thumb running over the flesh that filled the cup perfectly. 

"You feeling okay," Suguru hums, caring gaze locking with your own and you knew what he was truly asking, could you keep going.

"Mhm," you sighed, tugging at the hem of his shirt, "m'not stopping until you've fucked me," you beam up at him, pulling him close so you could rest your head onto his chest, listening to his heart beat before staring up once more, "take this off" you yank yet again at his shirt before pulling at Satoru's as well, "I don't want to be the only one naked," you shift, feeling your slick begin to wet your thighs.

"Then take it off for me," Satoru smirks, tugging you to stand on the floor, your feet falling flat as you stared up at the two men who crowded you, body pinned between their torsos and the counter behind you. Carefully you reach out for Satoru's shirt, untucking the fabric before trying to work on the first button, focusing intently, blatantly unaware on how Suguru suckled Satoru's fingers for him as Satoru's sucked on Suguru's, soaking their digits with spit.

Undoing the very first button you felt a sharp intrusion in your cunt before two fingers were in your pussy, legs widening ever so slightly to accommodate their digits only to realize that each finger belonged to a different hand.

You mind felt blurry for a second at the thought of having both Suguru and Satoru in your cunt at once. "W-what are you doing" you whimper, biting back a gasp as their fingers worked in tandem, ramming deep into your gooey cunt as you fisted the fabric of Satoru's shirt.

"Just having fun," Suguru hums innocently.

"You just focus on what you're doing," Satoru grins and you jolted as he pushed against your g-spot.

"Fucking assholes," you squeak, feet pulling to their toes as you tried to lift off their now relentless attack, but they only followed you, sinking deep inside.

"What was that baby," Suguru coos, heel circling roughly over your puffy clit and you throw your head back with a groan, feeling electric spikes shoot beneath your skin but you try to focus on your own fingers, trying to pry each button open as they quickened their pace, forcing your toes to curl as you squeezed your eyes shut, teeth clenching as you whined in their grasp.

You wished you could just rip open his shirt but you couldn't, not with your mind puddling so quickly but to be honest even if they weren't pounding relentlessly into your cunt you wouldn't be able to regardless.

You tried to ignore the, pap, pap, pap, of your ass smacking against their hands, pace turning your legs to jelly as you tried to hold out strong, Suguru's hand on your waist, the only thing truly keeping you up as you whined out with every thrust.

"C'mon baby, thought you wanted me naked," and you shot a glare to the white haired boy who leered down at you sinisterly, grinning at the pretty little 'o' face you made as he added yet another finger, scissoring you wide. "What," he's laughing, "if you want my cock you'll have to be able to handle this much," his words sang teasingly, keen on messing with you as you struggle to undo his fourth button .

Your fidgeting fingers fumbling as you narrowly forced his shirt open a little more, his toothy grin adding fuel to your determination, even if their brutal digits was melting it quickly, as Suguru decided to join in on having two inside your cunt, as four fingers plunged deep inside your dripping pussy, body shaking in their hold as you grunted, your bra strap going loose as it slipped down your shoulder. You felt like you were melting against their insane speed, the wet, shlick, of your cunt pushing heat to your face as your breaths grew warm.

You squirmed, hips quivering as you tried to break free, but they continued their assault on your g-spot, slowly blurring eyes staring up at them as your head fell back, their conniving little smirks making you pant as Suguru leaned down to shove his tongue into your moaning mouth, suckling lightly on your tongue as he laughed at the feeling of your inability to kiss back.

"What's wrong baby, don't you want this pesky shirt off," Satoru is snickering, picking up his speed even further and you're whimpering pathetically, your cunt throbbing with wet sobs and you could feel yourself dribble down your thighs much to Suguru's amusement.

"Makin a puddle sweet girl," he's rasping so gently, "squeezing my fingers so tight," he murmurs and you try and steel yourself, pushing past your bubbling moans as you fiddled with the last button on Satoru's top, legs slowly burning as tingling ecstasy enveloped your entire form, sheer bliss threatening to consume you as your lower belly fluttered incessantly, the once foreign feeling of an orgasm slamming into you as they pulled you closer to the edge and then the button finally pops off and that overstuffed feeling is leaving you with one final thrust.

Your trembling chest shook with a heavy sob as your dewy eyes stared up at them with disdain, "w-why," and Satoru is shrugging off the sleeves of his shirt, tossing it aside as your doe eyes plead, walls clenching nothing but air as your shoulders shuddered with each cry.

"Good girl," Suguru hums into your scalp, petting your hair as he brings you into a hug, a warm embrace as he ignored the loosening knot in your stomach, the fuzzy feeling going stale and tears are welling in your waterline, falling in small streams.

You glare teary eyed, your anger pathetic as Suguru held you up so you didn't collapse to the floor as Satoru ever so kindly rips off the dark haired mans tank, revealing his rippling muscles, but even the sight of his god like physique doesn't quell the aching in your core, "m-more," you are whining, chin resting on his collar bone as you cried, "w-why'd you stop," you mewl, reaching for Satoru's hand but he wrestled in away, grabbing you by the wrist as he tilted his head oh so innocently.

"What's wrong baby," he coos so condescendingly, wiping your tears with his other hand and you only let out yet another cry.

"I was almost there," you whine, "why'd you stop." 

"Stop what," Suguru soothes, murmuring the words in such a way you almost thought you were crazy and he's settling you back onto the countertop, stepping between your legs to steal a kiss, "what's got my baby so sad,"

"You!" you exclaim with a whine, hand weakly swatting at his chest, "I was almost there, was gonna cum," you whimper.

"Oh really," Satoru muses, as though he didn't feel your walls flutter as he drove you to the edge, "m'sorry," he grins so unapologetically, licking off one of your tears before plunging his fingers knuckle deep again, force making you stutter as you gasp, short quick thrusts pounding before pulling out again much to your chagrin and his amusement, "did you cum this time," he teases, saying it as though he doesn't know the exact way your pussy squeezes and your hips rolls every time you bask in your orgasm.

"Y-You're so mean," you whimper, cheek resting against Suguru's peck as he kneads the flesh of your ass, abruptly picking you up, clit rubbing against his abs and you whine. 

"Awh my poor baby," he coddles you, cradling you in a close embrace as he pressed a kiss to your scalp, "let us make it up to you yeah," and you writhe with each step he took, your aching pussy running over his hard muscles as your overstimulated clit but still desperate cunt cried out for even more.

He splays you out on a soft mattress, settling you so gently instead of tossing you roughly as he's done many times before, letting the bed squeak beneath you before ravaging you roughly, but today he's much more tender with each of his movements, lips nipping at your neck as he unclasps your bra with practiced ease, tossing the garment aside as both of them dive for your chest, taking one tit in their mouth as they toyed with your nipples.

You hiccup at the sensation, cunt sliding against Suguru's still pant covered thigh as they sucked on your breasts gently, taking it at their own pace and you sigh with every roll over their tongue, fingers in their hair, relishing in the way Satoru bites down with a hiss at every tug, his sensitive scalp fun to tease and you groan as they coat you.

Suguru pulls at your nipple before letting it jiggle back into place, staring up at you, fingers collecting your slick as he pushes them in with languid thrusts, greedy hole taking every ounce of attention he gives, "are you ready," he murmurs tenderly, carefully, the teasing tone he once used as him and Satoru mercilessly attacked you no longer lingering as he held you gently, trying to quell your fears.

"Please" you mewl, rolling against his thigh as you stare at the two of them desperate, "I want to feel you," you whine, eyes pinching shut as he circled your clit, "please just fuck me," you beg pathetically and his adam's apple bobs as he stares at your vulnerable form, naked and sweaty, covered in little marks of adoration as your dripping little pussy pooled over the sheets.

"Are you sure," he mumbles with uncertainty, "we can make you cum again," he offers, eyes swimming in hesitance, careful words greeting your ears, "stretch you out for as long as you need," and he's wiping at your stray tears .

"Don't force yourself if you aren't ready (Y/N)," and Satoru uses your name, the syllables sounding foreign on his tongue as he grew accustomed to using an abundance of praising pet names.

"I want it," you assure, hands cupping both their faces, "I promise I'm ready," and it's you quelling their fears, "just," you pause, "go slow," you plead and Suguru smiles so gently it had you puddling in his hands.

"Of course," he sighs, "if don't like something I'm doing, say green," he starts and your eyes widen slightly, "if you want me to slow down or stop, say yellow, okay," and you nod, he was telling you safe words, laying out the ground rules, "and if you need me to stop completely and remove myself, say red, alright," and his tone is serious, no playfulness as he stares deep into your eyes, making sure you were paying attention, "you got that," and you nod, "words."

"Yes Sugu," you mumble, heart beginning to thump at his tender care.

"Promise to use them if you need to all right."

"Yes."

"We won't be mad," Satoru tacks on, eyes swimming with worry and you find yourself puffing out a laugh.

"You guys are acting like you'll break me, I'm not made of glass," you beam up at them, their toned muscles not scaring you off, "besides I know you won't hurt me," and their affectionate gaze had your heart skipping a beat.

Carefully you watch as Suguru unbuckles his pants, fabric dropping to the floor alongside his boxers, and he's staring at you, your chest rising and falling as you admired his dick, it was long and thick and the thought of it going inside your cunt had you quivering.

Satoru is gently cupping your face, hand grasping one of yours as he soothes you with soft kisses as Suguru's fully erect cock sprung painfully hard, his own member going ignored as he pecked your stress pinched face, "we'll take care of you," he's murmuring into your skin, coaxing out your strangled gasps as Suguru rubs himself over your slit, coating himself with your slick, his pre breading on the tip mixing with your mess as he nudged your clit shaking a whimper that Satoru attempted to calm.

"I'm going to put it in," he tells you, lining his cock up at your entrance and you nod, feeling a strange anxiety that Satoru instantly soothed only for the unease to wash over you, waves of nerves crashing into the shore before he forced them back to the sea.

"Okay," you murmur, eyes trained on his and then you felt it, an undeniable delicious stretch as his tip dips inside. "Oh fuck," you yelp, hand reaching out to intertwine with Suguru's holding both his and Satoru's tightly as they grounded you, tethering your mind as he pushed in, head inserting as you bite your lip, breathy mewls breaking past your parted lips as Suguru halts, letting you take in the feeling.

"Good job baby," Satoru is humming, licking at your chest as it huffed, your fingers tugging at Suguru's and he slowly pushes in further, your pussy squelching as he groaned, brows pinching as your velvety walls were snug around him, enveloping him tightly in your warmth as you clenched.

"Fuck sweetheart," he curses, "squeezin me too tight," he grunts, sweat building on his brow as your greedy walls took him in deeper, accommodating him quickly as he pressed kisses to your cheeks, staring at the way you slowly came undone, your trembling fingers shaking in his grasp as your flushed face whimpered, lips parted as you cried.

"S-sorry," you murmur out and he's shaking his head.

"No baby girl you're doing so good," he grunts as your gummy walls clamp down, "taking me so well, making me feel so fucking good," he groans feeling you flutter, his praises soaking you further.

"Making you feel good," your pouty lips ask as though you were questioning your own abilities and he's pressing a kiss to them

"Amazing," he reiterates, punctuating the syllables as he delved in deeper, strained grunt falling from his lips as he relished in your sinful moan.

"How much more," your stressed, eyes coating with a fresh sheen as you stared at both their faces, his dark hair falling down in a dark waterfall as pink lips sucked on your perky nipples and pressed kisses to your neck, distracting you from any pain as Suguru halted and you could feel every last ridge of his dick inside of you.

"M'not even half way," Suguru confesses and you are mewling. 

"Fuck," you curse, "why are you so big," and the comment makes him swell, twitching in your cunt that instinctively squeezed in response, eliciting yet another breathy grasp from his lips

It burned as he stretched you out wider than both their joined fingers ever have, it felt like your cunt was aflame but their touches were cold, soothing your skin. The little circles Satoru rolled over your nipples had you hiccupping as you tried not to writhe, scared of somehow taking in too much all at once.

"Focus on your breathing baby," Satoru's voice is light in your ear as Suguru pushes in further, the air in your lungs struggling to circulate.

"I k-know but," you are whimpering, trying to calm this feverish feeling as all your focus stuck right to where you connected with him, and to think you were scared to masturbate at some point, "fuck, fuck, fuck," you groan, tears spilling from your eyes.

"Do you want me to slow down," he's asking from above you, his arms caging you in, securing you in a little cocoon and all you could feel was them, no other sensation processed in your bleary mind as you shook your head.

"No," you gasp, Satoru's hands running over your waist as Suguru gently strokes your cheek, "J-just keep going please," you choke, your plea forcing him deeper, "if- if," you pant, "if you don't do it now, I don't think I ever will," you whine as he nudges your g-spot, high pitched moan breaking past you lips and your back is arching, forcing your tits into Satoru's mouth as you begin to see stars, "p-please."

You were begging so beautifully for him, his cock inching inside slowly as your hands slipped from his, to fisting the sheets beneath you as you cried, he so badly wanted to snap a picture to never forget this moment, wanted to live in this sensation forever as you weeped, squeezing him tightly while his other lover suckled you so tenderly, showering you with affection. He could feel his heart constrict, the sight making him jump at the painting beneath him, hair blocking his peripherals as all he focused was on you, watching the way your face contorted, pain overpowered by pleasure as you sobbed, taking him deep within you.

"P-Please just, ngh- oh fuck, p-please just give it to me," you whimper, hand reaching up for his head and he leans into your desperate touch, falling onto your swollen lips as you tried to kiss him, forcing your desires into his mouth as he groans, your lips sucking him in just as greedily as your lower lips and he's bottoming out.

It was an easy thrust in, your soaking walls hungrily opening for him and you're moaning, gasping, writhing as you feel his balls rest heavy against your ass, "Suguru" you are mewling his name so prettily, your hips rolling, cunt squeezing, and he's soon realizing a small orgasm is washing over you, a tiny little coil snapping but it was an orgasm nonetheless, your hips grinding against him as you cried out, heavenly chest heaving and they stare at you in awe, watching as you writhe on his dick, feeling you clamp down impossibly tight.

"Did you cum pretty girl," Satoru is grinning, staring deep into you with a lovestruck gaze and your face is burning as you nod bashfully.

"Mhm," you murmur, lip wobbling as you catch your breath and Satoru is unclenching your fists from the sheets, slithering your hands over his shoulders.

"Don't be afraid to scratch his back baby," the white haired boy coos into you ear and Suguru could feel you physically tighten at his words, making him grind his teeth.

"I- don't want to hur-"

"You won't hurt him," Satoru is reassuring you and he could feel Satoru's lithe fingers unclench your white knuckled fists, trailing your nails over the toned muscles in his back, "if any thing it'll make him feel better," he's blowing a gust of air over the warm shell of your ear and you are squirming, clit rubbing against his pubes as his pelvis is snug to your body, legs resting on his hips as he stands fully inside you, letting you feel every last inch of his hardened dick, letting you cockwarm him as you cry, nails raking down his skin in pleasurable little stings.

"S-Suguru," you continue to cry, feeling unbearably full, the curve of his dick rubbing right against your g-spot, every jump of his dick making your breaths stutter. The longer you waited the longer you still felt stuffed, you expected to grow accustomed to it but be was pressed deep inside your cunt, rearranging you to fit him, molding you perfectly to his size as you sweat, feeling droplets slide down the curve of your neck as you stared deep into his hooded, purple, eyes and finally you understood what people meant when they said bedroom eyes, his dark gaze sending pinpricks up your skin.

"Is he deep inside you baby," Satoru is humming, thumb brushing your falling tears, blue catching yours with a deep seated lust.

"Mhm," you whine, biting at your lip as you stare at the lipstick mark staining his chest, watching as it rose and fell with every breath, eyes trailing to the hardened member springing in his pants, he was horny because of you, he was horny by watching the two of you, it had you dripping. 

"Where do you feel him love, all the way in here," and his long hand is pressing at your stomach and you're gasping, palm pushing you deeper into Suguru, forcing your walls to contract ever tighter and perspiration is beading off his brow, lips trembling as he grunted from above you, the pressure of Satoru's hand against you both sending the two of you spiraling into overwhelming sensations. "How does she feel, huh Sugu," he's breathing against the shell of his ear, leaning up to tuck dark locks away from his face, "she squeezing you tight, bet she's warm and wet," he's pressing a kiss to Suguru's jaw, making you mewl at their chaste kisses, a devastatingly sensual film portraying in front of you, as Satoru peppered kisses down his neck, hand slipping dangerously low to where you joined and your thighs shook, trembling as you cried out, his long finger circling slowly over your abused clit, toes curling as Suguru's deep growl had you sobbing into the heated air.

"Satoru," you're whining, his languid little rubs turning your tummy as you sat perfectly tight around Suguru's aching cock, the realization feeling surreal.

"Don't you feel so good baby," Satoru continues, "don't you want to feel him move," and his thumb is tugging at your lip, prying it from your teeth, "c'mon put on a show f'me," and you are nodding, gushing at the thought of him enjoying the sight of you two.

"Sugu please," you beg, eyes alight with desire and who was he to deny your calls, gently rolling his hips, watching as you wept , pulling out ever so slightly before filling you to the brink once more, shallow thrusts filling your drooling pussy.

He was slow, lazy little thrusts delving into your cunt but you moaned at each one, gripping onto him tightly, pulling him close as he filled you. "There you go love, taking me so well," he's praising, kissing away a tear, hips slapping against your thighs, flesh reverberating as he took you tenderly, gathering every ounce of self control not to pound into you and make you scream out his name, your gummy walls sucking him back in, crying for him to come back with every inch he takes out. He was mesmerized, his dick coming out wetter with each thrust, sloppy little cries of your dripping cunt shaking around the room as you squelched for him, every little thrust had him grunting, your sucking hole keeping him tight, refusing to let go even if you knew he was just going to stuff you up once more.

"Oh- ngh," you were crying, mixture of moans and sobs as he hit your g-spot with every last thrust, hips angled as he purposefully shifted in such a way, maximizing every spark of pleasure dripping from your cunt. "Suguru," you were whimpering and he twitched as you said his name through those puffy lips of yours.

You felt out of breath, each shove of his hips knocking the air right out of your lungs and while you listened to Satoru's soft words, the overwhelming waves of satisfaction knocked all reason out of your brain each time, he was hitting you soft and slow but made your nerves wrack with pleasure all at once, it was ethereal, your expectation of pain was overshadowed by his soft grunts, sweat beading on his brow as his dark hair swiveled with each overpowering thrust. You could see it in his face, the foreboding lovestruck gaze as he gave all of himself to you, vulnerable and weak, he let you witness him bare with no restraints, the mind muddling words he whispered into your ears, praises upon praises making you gush with no remorse as wandering hands groped and pinched earning whimpers and whines.

Your chest was slick with saliva, white tufts of hair peeking into view as he suckled so intently, murmuring kind sentences as he fueled your never ending lust, his heart thumping erratically as he stared into your unfocused eyes, watching as you succumbed to the pleasure eating away at your nerves, every last reservation flying out the window with they way you erotically moaned and writhed, nails raking down Suguru's back as you tried to grapple onto your sanity, legs curling, feet pressing on his ass to force him back in, ravenous for his touch, to feel remarkably full.

Satoru could only snicker at your faces as he pressed his hand down onto your stomach, admiring the was you hissed, droplets spilling further down your cheeks as they pleasured you to lengths your mind could not comprehend, you had heard about bad sexual experiences but this was far from one of them, their carefully curated words and precise touches making you shudder and with each grip of your cunt Suguru groaned.

"S-Satoru," Suguru choked out, feeling you try and squeeze the life out of him, "you want to have a taste," he's offering, eyes swimming with unfiltered adoration as he fell in love all over again with not only you, but your body, your ability to make him feel such sensations without even trying. "Do you want that baby, huh," he's growling from above you, "want to let Satoru feel yo- oh fuck-" he grunted, words catching in his throat as you grip impossibly tighter, "guess you like that idea," he's grinning and you're panting, one hand coming to stroke at his reddened cheeks, your eyes pinching shut as he slammed into you once more.

"Just a little longer," you whine, "I won't c-cum yet, but f-fuck me a li-little longer," you plead, glassy eyes turning to stare at Satoru as you clung desperately to Suguru, "w-wait please" you whine, not wanting to let go, you wanted them both, wanted to try both their impossibly huge dicks but you knew that if you let Suguru go now you wouldn't feel him for the rest of your night, you knew that whenever your orgasm inevitably crashed upon you, you'd be out of the game so you had to force yourself to hang on, keep yourself from falling off the cliff.

"Love on Suguru as much as you want baby," he's whispering into your ear, deep drum of his voice sending pin pricks up your skin, "I don't mind," and he flashes you a bright toothy grin ,"I'll be here when you're ready", and you are thankful he's so understanding, that even with his greedy tendencies he was so willing and patient with the two of you, so respondent to your needs, so eager to share, happy to sit back and watch while he let his hands roam, touching your plush skin to his hearts content, feeling him already begin to grow love drunk off of merely hearing the symphony of songs his two lover sang into his ears.

You smile at him so tenderly it has him leaning in for a kiss that you struggle to reciprocate but bathe in nonetheless, letting yourself be showered in their abundant affections and as he pulls away he almost loses it on the spot as you begin reeling, eyes rolling back as you moaned loudly, large, smack, reverberating as Suguru pulled his entire length in before driving inside with such force your entire body trembled, body jerking  as your back arched and then he's doing it again, forcing you empty before ramming right against your g-spot, hitting it so perfectly that your limbs begin to melt, fingers grabbing and flexing, no longer knowing what to do as shockwaves rippled out through your figure.

"Oh, fuck -god Sugu, Suguru," you are crying, arms snaking around his neck to pull him into a tight embrace, rolling hips never ceasing as he's flush against you, chest to chest as Satoru toys with your hair, kisses touching your forehead as you try to find some form of clarity in the jumbled mess of your vision.

"You like that my pretty girl," and he's doing it again, your entire body quaking as you jolted, "pretty pussy squeezin me every. single. time." and he's punctuating his words with pistons of his hips, thrusts slow but rough as he kisses you so tenderly you were malfunctioning, his touches light but his thrusts monstrous.

"Sugu y-you hafta stop," you're writhing, clawing at him as Satoru started rolling your clit, pleasure attacking you as you whined, "m'gonna cum, gonna," you tearfully admit as Satoru is licking off the salty rivulets.

"Then cum baby," he whispers, "let go for us."

"B-But."

"Let Suguru feel you pussy clench around him as you orgasm, yeah pretty girl," and he's rolling your clit quicker, forcing you to the edge and the, pap, pap, pap, of Suguru's thighs hitting your ass echoed out into the room, the wet shlick and whimpers of your cunt sending your vision fuzzy as hands tweaked and rubbed.

"I-" you whimper as Suguru pushes you to your unbelievable climax, legs shuddering as you begin to fall, knot snapping, waves crashing, lights flickering beneath your skin, bulbs shattering from the growing heat and you are orgasming, cumming harder then you ever had before as he's undoubtedly fucking you through the sensation, hips rolling as he groans and you could barely hear a word, sinful noises falling deaf upon your cotton plugged ears as electric currents swam out from your dripping cunt.

Your toes are curling, fingers pulling into fists, as you shudder, dissolving into your crashing orgasm, white lights clouding your vision as you gasp quietly, lips parted in a silent scream as he rocks you over, and over, and over again, body tingling as you ride it out before suddenly you are, groaning, whining, mewling, pornographically moaning, sound after sound spilling from your lips as your sudden high begins to slow, but his hips are moving, he's moaning above you and you could feel him jump, dick jerking ever so slightly as his thrusting hips are chasing his own high, pace frantic before there's a stutter and he's cumming, your hips rolling against his as you slowly fell while he was at the peak.

It was hot, thick spurts filling your cunt and you could only clench as you milked every lost drop, taking everything he gave you as he filled your ravenous cunt, greedy gummy walls sucking until he had nothing left to give and he's panting, chest heaving and the two of you are left, heavy breaths filling the space as you pant in tandem and you shudder at the wet feeling of Satoru's tongue, lapping up your mixed juices.

"Suguru you're are spilling," he coos against your skin, tongue slurping before he's kissing up you body while Suguru's lips are hot on your own. 

"So good baby, so fucking good," and they fill your bleary brain with consistent praise but despite your cunt aching she was still greedy for more, and so your hands are leaning for Satoru, palming the large tent staining the front of his pants wet.

"Mo-More," you are gasping.

"Pretty girl don't push yourself," he's grabbing your fingers and you shake your head at his concerned blue eyes. 

"Satoru give it to me, please," you whimper, "please, please, please, fill me up," and Suguru is chuckling from above you, kissing your cheek before he's slowly pulling out, but your legs constrict around his torso, body and mind fighting as your greed wanted to give you Satoru but your cunt refused to fall empty.

"Baby," Suguru's cooing so gently, "let me go yeah, let Satoru have a taste, you want him too don't you, begging so nicely," and his thumb is running over your cheek, one hand coming to untangle your legs and every inch out is eliciting a reluctant whimper, tears welling. "Toru's gonna fill you up so well after baby, just a couple seconds is all," and he's dragging himself out, walls trying to trap him between your thighs but his urge to see Satoru fuck you was far too strong to succumb to your whims, he wanted to know what types of face his companion would make and soon he's fully out, leaving you writhing on the sheets as his eyes watch his cum slowly spill from your lips, fingers parting your folds as he watched white dribble out from your thighs, staining the sheets.

"My baby is so hot," Satoru whimpered, thumb rolling at your cunt, relishing in the way your walls clenched and more of the little gift Suguru left behind for you leaked out.

"Toru," you're whining ,fingers grasping, pulling him closer as your sweaty and jittery legs wrapped around him, sucking him close, trapping him to your body, but he doesn't mind, no not at all, he loves it all, from the way Suguru is pulling of his pants for him, to the way his large hand is stroking his dick, Suguru's chin resting on his shoulder, dark hair tickling his skin as he collects some of your slick before rubbing it over his dick, and Suguru fisting him, coating him in the mixture pooling between your thighs and suddenly you're gasping as Suguru lines him up, teasing his tip between your folds, and Satoru is whining, heavy hands controlling his movements, setting him up, pushing him in and he's moaning, mewling as you grab onto him, velvety walls warm and tight as Suguru is forcing him further, slowly inching his dick inside and he watches as your eyes roll back, bathing in the slow entrance as he filled you, up, and up, and up until you're clawing at his back.

"He's still got more left baby," Suguru is laughing and you are crying, his head already so far into your stomach and yet he still has so much left while Satoru is squeezing his eyes shut, trying not to blow his load immediately into your soaking and squeezing cunt. 

You are writhing by the time he's bottoming out and the white ring at the base of his dick made him grow even harder. "That's a good girl," Suguru is praising, thumb rubbing over your hip bone as Satoru struggled to remain composed between your thighs and he's wondering how Suguru had lasted so long, especially with how every clench of your walls made him jump, before you are wrapping around him even tighter, "look at you taking every last inch of our little angel's long cock," Suguru's smiling, pressing a kiss to your cheeks that were dribbling with even more tears, eyes beginning to grow sore as the salty rivulets persisted.

He can't think, not with the way you are hugging him so tightly, the fit so snug it had him seeing stars and you're no better, greedy post-orgasmic cunt weeping but clinging tightly, desperate for more, your brain is no more than a puddle, eyes blurry as you watched in bliss how his blue eyes stared down at you, so pussy drunk even after a mere few minutes of just staying stagnant inside your cunt.

You both gasp, mewling in tandem as Suguru plants his hands on Satoru's hips before lightly pistoning his dick inside you, both of you jerking as Satoru clenched his teeth, whimpering loudly as you whined. "Yellow" you moan and Suguru is forcing his pace to a stop, Satoru's love flooding eyes staring down at you as Suguru gazes at your flushed face, "can't," you choke, "don't move please," you cry out.

"Do you want me to get out," Satoru is asking gently but your legs are quick to wrap around him, weak limbs mustering enough strength to pushing him against you as your hands reach to cup his face.

"No," you whine as though the thought was horrific, "j-just" you sigh, chest heaving and Suguru is tucking hair strands behind your ears, "stay," you murmur, you knew you wouldn't be able to handle more than one overwhelming orgasm, body still feeling the after effects of your rushing climax but despite your brain telling you no, your body still yearned for more, "please."

"For as long as you need love," and he's kissing along your chest, Suguru's lips joining his barrage of pampering kisses and he's falling in love with the way you gasp and jerk when they find those sweet little spots that always had you reacting so prettily.

"m'sorry Toru."

"Don't say that baby," he's shifting his head, taking one of the hands your patted against his cheeks to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm as he intertwines your fingers, "should be thanking you for letting me feel you," he's groaning, "squeezin me so tight," he's smiling, brain buzzing.

"wanna make you feel good."

"You are," it was instant, "pretty girl it's taking all my concentration not to cum right now," and he's gritting his teeth, the sweat slipping down his neck evidence of that, and he's moving your hand to his chest and you could feel his erratic heartbeat, and between your fingertips lay your lipstick stain.

"Suguru," you are calling, his head lifting from your neck, "you should fuck Toru too," you offer and you could feel the boy twitch. 

"F-Fuck," he's gasping, blue eyes staring at Suguru who licked his lips, and his hand is trailing towards his ass, thick fingers running over the rimmed hole and Satoru is grabbing at your skin, "baby why."

"W-Wanna see you cry too," you confess, "want Sugu to make love to you too," and you're smiling, lovestruck little grin painting over your lips as you pieced together your little fantasy, "wanna watch a show too."

"What d'ya say my love," and Suguru is kissing his shoulder, "you want me in here," and his finger is tapping against his ass and he bites his lip, eyes pinched shut as he nods bashfully.

"Y-yes, oh- yes please," and he's choking on his words as your walls clamp down, cunt still reactive and he can't help the way he's falling pliant to your smile, he rarely ever denies you, and if this is what you want, then this is what you'll get.

He could hear it, the bedside drawer rumble and with practiced ease Suguru finds the little bottle of lube, the click of the lid making him quiver in anticipation as you stare up at him happily, blissed out as you warm his cock.

You knew the two have fucked before, after all they've put on a show for you on more than one occasion, Satoru's mouth usually full of your cunt while Suguru rammed into him but this time instead of leaning over to suck him off with your mouth, your pussy was already full, excited to feel every twitch and jump, ready to watch every pretty little face he made as he stuffed you so deliciously full, dick reaching parts of your body you didn't know existed, and while you couldn't handle him thrusting you desperately wanted this.

It was the way his lips parted into an, 'o,' tears almost instantly forming as Suguru's fingers slipped inside his hole, fingers scissoring him open and your blurry vision slightly focused as you gazed at them intently, listening to the lewd squelch his ass made before a large smack reverberated and he was jerking in your cunt, making you moan in surprise as he nudged your g-spot.

"S-sorry baby," he's looking down at you with worry despite it being Suguru who spanked him so abruptly, the fingers fucking his ass making his legs tremble.

"Don't apologize," you hum, "feels good," and while you couldn't handle full thrusts his shallow little jerks had you reeling in pleasure, cunt stuffed deliciously as you enjoyed the view, pussy drooling as his hips fucked Suguru's cum back up into you.

Part of you expected to fall into a deep slumber, for your brain to blank but even with your mushy mind you found small ounces of focus to gather, desire overruling fatigue as you listened to his perfect little whines, mewling with each shudder of his thighs, balls resting heavy against your ass while Suguru stretched him open.

He's resting on his elbows, caging you in as his hitched breaths shuddered in his chest, your nipples barely grazing each other as his face hovered above yours, drunken gaze peering down at you as you stroked his flushed face, basking in the way his lips met your palm, "oh god," he's groaning, breath fanning across your face as he squirms, light twitches making you cry out in tandem.

"There you go," Suguru is humming, "you think you can take me pretty boy," and he's leaning down, chest over his back as he whispers into the reddened shell of his ear, finger's fucking quickly into his rimmed hole.

"P-Please," he's whining, head twisting to the side, pressing needy weak kisses to Suguru's lips and you gazed in awe as two undoubtedly beautiful men made out above you, sharing intimacy in the closed confines of this room.

You feel the exact moment when Suguru is forcing his way in, the heavy shudder of the limbs above you as he whines, two thick fingers in his slobbering mouth as the bed jerks, mattress squeaking as instead of the tender little languid thrusts Suguru pampered your pussy with, he was sending the bed quaking , Satoru's body rocking above you as every thrust nearly sent him flying.

"Oh fuck- ngh, Suguru," he's mewling, bleary eyes never leaving your own as he quivered above you, forceful pistons into his ass shaking him in your drooling cunt, the went cries of your pussy coating his length while Suguru went in for yet another round, forcing mind boggling pleasure into both his lovers.

One hand rubs over the apple of his cheek while you slither the other to the nape of his neck, scratching as his undercut before tugging lightly and he's sobbing, head jerking back as shockwaves thunder beneath his skin ."Baby please," he's whimpering, tears dripping down from his blue eyes and onto your skin and his pathetic little face only brought a smile to your lips.

"Ma-Makin me feel so good," you whine, voice high pitched and breathy as the springs creaked beneath you, jolts tremoring throughout his body as every plunge had his ass reverberating against Suguru's toned thighs. 

It was the wet sinful sounds as each smack had you reeling, force in turn making Satoru jerk over, and over, and over, rutting against your g-spot so frantically as despite coming wholly undone on Suguru's cock his hips angled perfectly, pleasing you while bathing in his own satisfaction.

"Satoru fucking you good princess," Suguru is cooing and you gush at his words, body folding as he leaned low over Satoru's shoulder, pressing himself snug to his ass before leaning past white hair to find your swollen lips.

Satoru's face was pushed down, burrowing between you tits as Suguru grinded against him, pressing your mouths together, drinking up every last whine you had to give before pulling away, satisfied with your fucked out little face.

You could feel it rising, a small little tidal wave beginning to grow larger as your orgasm quickly approached, overstimulated and abused little cunt accelerating to yet another climax and his whines spoke volumes as he chased his own high.

"M'gonna," he's slurring, tongue lolling out as his dewy eyes sparkled, "gonna," and a hand is yanking at his throat, pulling him up by the neck and suddenly he is forced up, back pressed to Suguru's chest, light fixtures painting the edges of his snowy white hair golden as a halo formed above your overstimulated little angel, dark hair dancing across his shoulders as heavy hands squished his cheeks together, pink lips puckering as Suguru forced his mouth onto his .

They were cinematography at its finest, a lewd little film complete with heartthrob actors sculpted beautifully by the heaven's above. "Look at you," Suguru is growling, forcing his unfocused eyes to stare at the creamy white ring at the base of his cock, "makin such a mess," and your ass is being smacked.

"Suguru," Satoru is crying, "d-don't," he choking out as your gummy walls grip down tightly in surprise.

"Why what's wrong," he's teasing, "is our pretty baby making you feel too good, squeezing your dick just right," and you jump as he circled your puffy clit, imminent knot growing tighter as your greedy walls encircled him. 

"B-Baby please, lo-loosen up," and his palms are frantically patting at your thighs, constricted by Suguru's hands as they peered down at your fucked out form. "I can't, gonna," fresh tears spilling down his cheeks, pornographic little sounds breaking past his lips. 

"Cum f'me baby," you are whimpering, hands reaching to trace over the contours of his abs, "want you to fill me up," and suddenly he's falling off the cliff, white ropes shooting into the depths of your cunt, painting your walls as he shuddered, body jerking in your touch as he stuttered, twitching but his hips keep rolling, grinding as you listen to Suguru's grunts, hips rutting until his eyes are fogging over, grip tightening as also rode out his high.

"C'mon Satoru," he still finds his words, brain still working unlike the melting puddle in your head, "let our pretty baby climax again yeah," and his hips are shuddering, Satoru frantically pawing at your skin as he slumped forward, chest to yours as his mouths found your neck and his dick pounded against that one spot, Suguru's fingers working at your clit as you lay there and took it, quivering as finally you were climaxing, orgasm wracking your figure until you were blanking.

You don't remember falling asleep, don't recall exactly when your eyes shut but obviously they did because now they were blinking open, fatigue ridden lids fighting as your brain resurfaced to consciousness, there is a gentle splash as you grumbled, throat hoarse, limbs still gooey but even your blurry eyes could register the sight of the steaming water rolling over your body, tender touches spreading soap as you soaked into a heavy embrace.

"Are you awake pretty girl," it's careful, quiet and you turn ever so slightly, aching neck craning to look up at hickey painted skin before blue eyes are staring down at you fondly. "You feeling okay," he's asking and you merely hum, throat too scratchy to speak. Your body was throbbing, water doing little to ebb away the soreness between your legs but you felt unexpectedly clean, stickiness no longer permeating your inner thighs and you can't recall in your hazy memory being washed up, but you must've been by gentle hands.

"Do you want to get out love," it was Suguru, he was standing outside the tub, towel draped around his hips, the ends of his hair damp, "you're all cleaned up," he's cooing, voice gentle, a soothing balm for your aching limbs. 

"Mhm," you whine, eyes slowly falling closed and you could feel Satoru haul you up out of the water, body trapped in his embrace before the sloshing stops and wet feet are hitting tile. The bite of the cold air was quickly fought off, fluffy towel patting against your skin and suddenly you are standing but not really, jelly legs pushing all the weight onto Satoru as he held you up as Suguru gathered the droplets from your skin, you barely blink your vision open and you are staring at your figure in the steam filled mirror, all you can see are the abundance of love bites loitering your skin, marring your neck, trailing from your chest to your stomach and ending at your thighs.

You feel them pulse beneath your flesh but it's comfortable, warm and blurry as your bare body made contact with uncovered chests of your lovers as they coddled you, and as Suguru faces you your eyes catch sight of the long red lines trailing along his back before you are settling into your fatigue, letting them care for you as they pampered your tired form, dressing you slowly, pulling up comfortable cotton undies and a large shirt, you're in an embrace, carried to some other plush bed that was probably Suguru's, settled in a lap as a rim is pressed to your lips, cup tilting as cold water filtered down your raw throat, the chilling relief soothing the persisting ache before a heavy duvet is draping over your body, capturing you in warmth as limbs quickly tangled in your own.

You're aching, throbbing but they are quick to try and soothe with kisses and quiet words and before you can fall to a comfortable rest, Satoru's asking, "so what's the answer to your question," and you part your kiss bitten lips, licking at the skin as you nuzzled deeper into their arms.

"You already know," it's a light hearted tease and you can feel his chest vibrate with a chuckle.

"Well let us know if you have any more questions," Suguru's grinning.

The subject of physical intimacy never really felt like a taboo topic for you, especially when you were only discussing it with your two close friends, and they were eager to answer every last one.

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Can you write one where reader teases Fermin because he’s pretty short 🤏🏼 compared to other players and Fermin takes it too seriously and becomes insecure and then reader tells him it’s not a big deal and that she loves him being a shortie with a big ass 🍑 or smth like that with fluff in the end ☺���

Thank you

Warnings: A tiny bit of d*ck sizes conversation, hints of morning love, mentions of Fermín's big ass (Yes, that's a warning); mr. sunshine is a bit insecure 'cus of his height in the fic, nothing major or explicit happens

Lack and Excess -F.L16

Summary: Your boyfriend's insecure about his height but don't worry, you reassure him that despite his short height you love him either way

"Let me get that for you, preciosa" You hear your ten months boyfriend say, you were making some lunch seeing as your parents and two younger siblings were coming over to have a nice evening with you and your boyfriend, Fermín at his house.

"It's okay, mi amor. I can get that"

"Shush" He said tapping your bum softly

"¡Fermín!" He laughs winking at you as he extends his arm to reach for the plates, however his fingers couldn't reach them. He sighed and got on his tip toes managing to bring them down and in front of you

"Seeing as you want to help" You began with a smile "I need your help to bring down here that salad bowl"

"No worries"

"But you can actually lift me up so I can pull it down"

"I can do that" You give him a look

"Venga amor, it's not time to show anything. It'll be easier and faster if you lift me up, my parents are going to be here in approximately thirty minutes and I still need to get ready"

"I'll be fast, don't worry. I'll just go, grab it and give it to you so you can do that delicious salad I'm already dreaming of" You smile blushing at his comment

"Rápido, López" (Quick, López) He got in front of the counter and got on his tip toes but still with that he couldn't reach the bowl

After a few minutes of trying and even jumping a bit, he turned to you and mentioned for you to come "Done?" You asked but he didn't said anything, in fact, he didn't even looked at you, only at the floor.

You felt his arms wrap around your waist and pull you up, your hands instantly went to his shoulders, you grabbed the bowl and a few seconds later he pulled you back on your feet.

"Gracias" (Thank you) He hums still not looking at you, you kissed his cheek several times to thank him; you can clearly sense that he got upset "Fer" You call him forgetting about the salad

"What's up, amor?"

"Are you upset?"

"Why would I be?"

"Let me rephrase that... I know you're upset what I don't know, it's why. You were sunshine-smiling a few seconds ago and now you have this angry face"

"You don't know if I'm upset"

"We may not have ten years together yet but we do have ten months and during those months I have been dating you, I got to know you and everything about you. I know how to read you. I know when something's bothering you, I know when you're happy, I know when you wanna leave a place, I know when you wanna cry, when you're mad, everything Fermín. And you do the same for me. Please, tell me why are you upset?"

He looked at you and the looked at the floor "Because I'm short" He mumbles

"Ah?"

"Because I'm short" He repeats again

"What does it have with you being short?"

"Everything. It has everything. On the pitch I can't do most headers, it's really putting me off people are doubting me because of that and now off pitch, I can't even bring down to my girlfriend a simple salad bowl. Can you believe that?"

"It's also normal for girls to have short boyfriends, I don't understand what you're going for"

"Why did you choose me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I have seen your ex boyfriend's, Y/N. All of them are at least two heads taller than me"

"So what? Fer, I don't care about their heights, I don't even care about yours! And please don't get me wrong, I love you and your height, I meant it as I don't really pay attention to it, yes, we're almost the same height with you being a few inches taller than me, so what? Yes, my exes's were way more taller than me but so what? They also called me little and I felt insecure in that time but I don't care about it now. You shouldn't care about what other people might say about you, you know who you are and what you are. Your family and friends know that too. I know that too. And that's all it should matter to you"

"You're perfect just the way you are, mi amor. I'm short and that's the way I'll be. You're short and that's how you'll be. However, we as a couple can help each other and be one single tall person. That's good for me and it should also be good for you, Fer"

"It is"

"It doesn't look like"

"You gotta understand me, preciosa. I see all these couples where the girl can't do something and the guy is always there to help her, I wanna be that for you but I can't because I'm short"

"We're an unique couple and we don't need for the other to do all the work, like I said we can do the work together" You smile "I really like the fact we're almost the same height and you may be small but you have such a big heart, a big personality, you're a big person in general; what you lack in height you make up for with other things" You say and soon you see a smile coming to Fermín's face

"What other things?" He wraps his arms around you bringing you into him

"Such a dirty minded you are!" He laughs "But you do have a big ass and I love my shortie bofyriend with big ass"

"And what about my-?"

"You know I love him and his size as well" You cut him off with a big smile on your face and some blush covering your cheeks

"I love how shy you can get when you were going at it this morning"

"Shut up" You hit his chest softly "I love you, all of you" You put emphasis on your words making him smile widely "I gotta go and shower" You slap his bum twice before receiving a few slaps back, you smile and kiss his lips

"Can I join you?"

"No!"

"Why not"

"My parents will be here anytime"

"Oh come on!"

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[2nd2ndalto]

though love's not earned, baby it's our turn

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Here's my holiday fic exchange gift for @snoelledarts! Nothing says "holiday" quite like the deceptively platonic gift of porn :)

“But hey – why don’t we team up? We can shop together? Maybe we can help each other out.” He eyes Nico for a second, giving him a careful once-over that has Nico’s stomach cooking up a storm of butterflies. “I could help you reach the things on the high shelves.”

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Nico squints at Hazel’s shopping list. Unsweetened coconut. Where the fuck is he supposed to find that? He pushes his cart to the end of the aisle, peering up at the signs overhead. Cereal. Coffee. Granola Bars. Are any of those things coconut-adjacent? How does one unsweeten a coconut?

“Excuse me.”

Nico blinks, startled. There’s another shopper trying to get into the cereal aisle, and Nico’s fucking blocking the entire entrance.

“Sorry,” he mutters, pulling his cart out of the way.

The newcomer grins – a toothy, crooked smile, freckled cheeks, unruly blond curls. “No problem,” he says, pushing past.

He’s cute, Nico realizes belatedly, turning as the other man pauses a few yards down the aisle, reaching for Froot Loops. Probably shopping for his girlfriend, though. Or his wife and their three adorable, freckle-faced children. He’s buying Froot Loops, after all. Meanwhile, here Nico is, in town to spend Thanksgiving with his sister and her adorable family, because he has nowhere else to go.

Nico sighs, rounding the end of the aisle. What the fuck was he looking for again?

Some time later, coconut acquired, Nico’s on the hunt for reduced sodium soy sauce. He pauses beside an open cooler of approximately eight million varieties of yogurt, gazing despondently at the signs on the ceiling.

Sauces. It should be there, right? Nico walks slowly up and down the sauce aisle, desperately scanning the shelves, praying that somehow the soy sauce will reveal itself to him. His steps stutter to a halt in front of a wall of barbecue sauces.

“Hey,” says a voice.

Nico looks up. It’s that blond guy again. Nico’s stomach gives a lurch, because the guy’s standing about two feet away now, and he’s even cuter up close, his mop of blond curls glowing like a halo under the horrible fluorescent supermarket lights. The guy is pointing into Nico’s cart. Shit, he’s saying something.

“Sorry?” Nico says dumbly.

The guy just grins, though, blue eyes crinkling at the corners, a hint of white teeth. “Where did you find the coconut?” the guy asks, and Nico thinks he recognizes the desperation in his eyes under the friendly smile.

“Oh – um. With the baking stuff,” Nico stammers. “Like – flour?”

Relief floods the blond man’s face. It’s breathtaking. “Thank you so much,” he says, earnest. “Seriously, I’m losing my mind in here. My mom sent me shopping and –”

His mom. His mom. Nico doesn’t hear much after that, unfortunately. He thinks the guy says “thanks”, and then he’s gone, probably in pursuit of coconut.

Making his slow way down Paper Products Nico wonders – should he have tried to make conversation? Asked for the guy’s number? How does one even meet people? Is the grocery store an inappropriate place to ask for someone’s number?

And then Nico runs into the guy, quite literally.

The guy’s holding a family-sized bale of paper towels now, and as Nico’s cart hits him, the package goes flying, and the guy stumbles and Nico is horrified.

“Shit, shit, I’m so sorry – are you okay?” Nico says, whilst simultaneously trying to scoop the pack of paper towels off the floor. He fumbles it twice, finally standing and handing to the other man, face burning.

“Yeah –”

“I’m seriously so sorry,” Nico rambles. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, and I feel like I’ve been in this fucking store for three days and I was just trying to find paper plates – it’s totally my fault, though –”

“Hey.” The guy grabs Nico’s arm and doesn’t let go. And somehow he’s smiling, sparkling blue eyes and everything. “It’s okay. No worries.”

They gaze at each other for a long moment. The guy’s hand – and Nico cannot stress this enough – is still on his arm. It’s a really nice hand. Bigger than Nico’s. Warm through the sleeve of Nico’s hoodie. Then suddenly the guy’s face goes pink, and he lets go.

“I’m – I’m Will, by the way,” he says. His hand is no longer on Nico’s arm, which kind of sucks, but he holds it out to shake and now Nico gets to actually touch it. It’s not a bad tradeoff.

“Nico,” Nico manages to say.

Somehow, the guy – Will’s – smile gets even bigger. “Nico,” he says. “That’s a nice name.”

He’s watching Nico with some kind of warm curiosity. Something that has Nico wondering what Will would smell like, if Nico were to take a couple of steps closer, press his nose into the soft flannel of Will’s shirt. What it would feel like to have both Will’s arms wrapped around him, instead of just the one hand in his.

“It’s – my parents actually named me Niccolò,” Nico hears himself saying. He doesn’t know why he’s saying this, because that particular bit of information is normally something he conceals at all costs. But god, if he doesn’t say something, this cute boy is going to walk away and Nico will be left with nothing but a new crush and a cart full of mysterious foodstuffs.

Will’s smile goes a bit softer. “Niccolò,” he says carefully, making the consonants light and clear. Nico wants to hear it again.

“Yeah, but no one ever calls me that,” Nico says. Why, why is he still talking? “Well, my mom did, but she – died.”

Will’s smile falters and for a second they just stare at each other.

“I – have no idea why I told you that,” Nico says, opting for full-on, embarrassing honesty. It’s better than awkward silence, right? Maybe? “I – it was a long time ago, and it’s fine and you don’t even know me. I – I’m gonna stop talking now.”

Will lets out an adorable giggle and then Nico does too. Nico’s is most definitely not as adorable, but somehow Will doesn’t seem to mind. He looks almost captivated by Nico’s horrific awkwardness, actually. Maybe he’s high.

“It’s okay. I sometimes overshare too,” Will says.

Nico just nods. Because he only ever does the opposite.

“How much is left on your list?” Will asks, nodding at the paper trailing limply from Nico’s fingers.

Nico’s heart sinks. “God. So fucking much. I think my sister’s planning on cooking for the next week straight. I don’t even know what some of these things are,” he says, suddenly remembering the existential grocery crisis he was entrenched in before getting distracted by this beautiful boy.

“I’m in the same boat,” Will says. “My mom – I honestly don’t know why she wants to cook so much, it’s only going to be four of us. But hey – why don’t we team up? We can shop together? Maybe we can help each other out.” He eyes Nico for a second, giving him a careful once-over that has Nico’s stomach cooking up a storm of butterflies. “I could help you reach the things on the high shelves.”

Nico tries for a scowl, but based on Will’s answering beam, he thinks it’s probably not his best work. “Fine,” Nico says, a cursory attempt at sounding disgruntled. “Lead the way.”

Will’s height is an advantage, as it turns out – the type of barbecue sauce Hazel’s asked for is several inches back on the highest shelf. And this comes with the added bonus of a beautiful view of Will on his tip-toes, shirt riding up just enough to reveal an inch of freckled skin at his waist. It’s far more erotic than it should be, even when Will stumbles afterwards, nearly dropping the glass bottle and catching himself on Nico’s shoulder. He gasps an apology, turning adorably red, and Nico wonders if anyone has ever fallen in love at Super Target before.

Will’s height aside, it’s not clear whether their joined forces actually make the shopping trip any more efficient. Will talks – a lot – and more than once they find themselves stalled in the middle of an aisle, other shoppers squeezing around them as Will tells a story or asks Nico very pointed questions about himself. He seems to think everything Nico has to say is genuinely interesting, seems to find all Nico’s lame attempts at humour absolutely hilarious, and well. It’s hard to find fault in that.

It’s nearly an hour later by the time they make their way to the checkout line. Nico, bemusedly, realizes this is the best date he’s been on all year. And he’s not even sure if this guy is single. Or into guys.

Will insists on walking Nico to his battered Toyota and helping him unload his cart. So then of course it only makes sense for Nico to walk Will back to his vehicle, which turns out to be a converted van that Will says his brother uses when he’s touring with his band.

Will pops open the trunk and little multicoloured Christmas lights blink on, strung all around the ceiling at the back of the van. There are cargo bins secured with bungee cords behind the front seats, but the rest of the space is devoted to a rather comfortable looking bed.

“Nice place,” Nico comments.

Will laughs. “Yeah – like I said, Austin sleeps in here when he’s on tour sometimes. D’you mind passing me the bags and I can put them in the bins?”

As Nico passes the last bag of groceries over, his stomach is all a-flutter. Because what happens now? Does he give Will his number? Say nice to meet you and never lay eyes on him again? Does he kiss him? A kiss would be appropriate if this was the end of a date – which this is clearly not. But it sure feels like one.

Finally the groceries are packed away, and Will hops back out of the van. He fiddles with the hem of his shirt, looking nearly as nervous as Nico feels. And that helps a bit.

“So – thanks for – for the –” Nico begins, at the same time that Will says in a rush, “it was really nice meeting you.”

They both laugh.

Will’s nose scrunches adorably. “Look, I’m gonna – can I give you my number?” he asks. “And like, maybe if we’re ever in town at the same time again – maybe we can –”

“Meet up at the Super Target?” Nico supplies.

Will grins. “Yeah. If you want.”

Nico definitely does, and they pull out their phones, exchanging information.

Nico stuffs his hands into his pockets. They’re standing even closer now, and Will’s eyes drift over his face. Sparks fly over Nico’s skin at the attention, lighting him up like the twinkle lights shining inside the van.

“Can I kiss you?” Will asks in a rush, just as Nico’s working up the nerve to choke out those same words.

“Yeah,” Nico grins.

They step in at the same second, meeting in the middle, both of them stumbling. Nico grabs a flannel-clad arm for balance, and Will giggles.

It’s a careful kiss.

It lingers, though, neither moving to pull away. Will cups Nico’s cheek with one hand, the other settling on his bicep. Nico’s warm all over, every inch, an instant melt, snowflakes on flushed skin. Will seems to radiate heat and summertime, and Nico’s already half-lost in it, hands smoothing the flannel at Will’s waist then settling there.

After a long moment, Will pulls back. Nico opens his mouth to speak, but before he’s actually figured out what to say, Will’s swaying closer again, like he can’t resist.

The next kiss is firmer, intentional, a blooming heat behind it. Will tugs him closer, makes a pleading little sound against his mouth. When Nico’s lips part for a gasp of a breath, Will nips at Nico’s bottom lip, soothes it with a wet stroke of tongue. The hand on Nico’s cheek moves to cradle the back of his head, keeping him close.

This is very quickly becoming something more than a cursory end-of-date kiss, the way Will’s fingers twine in Nico’s hair, the way Nico can barely catch his breath. Nico realizes he’s clinging, both hands fisted in Will’s shirt. He’s pretty sure he’s seconds away from shoving Will up against the side of the van – or being shoved, either would be fine, honestly.

Will breaks away, panting. “Are you free? Later?” His eyes are fixed on Nico’s mouth, and Nico takes a second to make sense of what he’s being asked.

‘Um. No,” Nico says, heart sinking. “My sister – there’s this whole evening planned, and she’s got board games –”

Will’s thumb is stroking the back of Nico’s neck, and Nico’s never had less interest in board games than he does at this exact moment.

“Shit,” Will says, breathless. He leans in for another kiss. A quick press of his lips and then a little moan as Nico yanks him closer. They sink into each other again, no space between them. Will pulls away from the kiss to press his lips to the corner of Nico’s mouth, then his jaw.

Nico takes in a gasp, weak-kneed and half-hard already. “Tomorrow night? Are you free –”

Will shakes his head. “My flight leaves at noon tomorrow.”

“Shit,” Nico breathes.

Will tips his forehead against Nico’s and they hold each other, breath quick and warm, empty grocery cart still waiting patiently behind them.

“This is gonna sound incredibly tacky,” Will says. “But would you like to – come inside for – for a – minute?” he asks, a twitch of his head towards the open van, the actually-very-comfortable looking bed arranged under the twinkle lights.

Nico laughs, breathless. “Yeah. I would.”

Climbing into the back of the van is a little awkward, and it should probably feel much weirder than it does – after all, they’ve known each other for maybe two hours, and now they’re about to hook up (or at least Nico’s pretty sure they are – he doesn’t think Will’s invited him in for Uno) in the back of a van in a Target parking lot.

But they’re both giggling a little, and after Will shuts them inside, he bounces onto the mattress and crouches at Nico’s feet, untying his runners for him – honestly, Nico would have been fine with tearing them off, or even just leaving them on, but the little gesture starts an ache in his chest, has him wondering exactly how soon they might manage to be in the same place at the same time again.

Nico does the same for Will, then, clumsily loosening laces while Will watches, intent, looking at Nico like he’s somehow more than a random guy who was too short to reach the barbecue sauce. Once their shoes are off they shuffle to the middle of the bed, Will pulling Nico back into his arms, his mouth finding Nico’s with a sigh. The lights blink off, leaving them in darkness.

They tumble to the mattress, a soft collision, and Will’s mouth moves to Nico’s neck, wet and impatient. Nico clutches at the flannel over Will’s broad shoulders, gasping as Will somehow manages to find every little spot that sets Nico ablaze – under his ear, the hollow of his collarbone.

Will pulls away just long enough to gasp, “I – don’t want you to think I do this all the time.” The last word is muffled as he dives back in, more kisses, more tongue.

“Pick up guys at Target and –” Nico breaks off on a long moan as Will yanks back the collar of Nico’s shirt and sucks at the skin there.

“Lure them into my brother’s van, yeah.”

Nico laughs. “If you do – you’re really fucking good at it.”

Everything Will’s doing feels fucking amazing, and he seems intent on staying exactly where he is, mapping every inch of Nico’s skin with his mouth. As lovely as that is, Nico is more turned on than he can remember being in a very long time, and they’re a little short on time. With a groan, he grabs Will, rolling them. He straddles Will’s hips and grinds, licking his way into Will’s mouth. Will gasps, all tongue and teeth, his hands shooting to Nico’s ass, pulling him in.

They’re panting, grinding together. Nico presses kisses everywhere he can reach; Will’s cheekbones, his fluttering eyelids, then down to that gorgeous strong jaw, sucking all along the line of it, just managing to hold himself back from leaving marks. Fuck, he wants to, though, especially when every wet little motion of his mouth has Will clutching at Nico’s shoulders, fingernails digging into Nico’s skin though his shirt. Arching up and pulling Nico down like he can’t get close enough.

A light nip where Will’s neck meets his shoulder has Will writhing, gasping Nico’s name, and Nico can’t help pulling aside the collar of Will’s t-shirt to lick at freckled skin, wishing he had far more time to devote to this sweet task.

Will’s making these desperate, grateful little sounds, and Nico’s certain he won’t be able to hear enough of them in the very short time they have together. Moments later they’re fumbling with zippers and buttons, Nico yanking up Will’s t-shirt where it’s tucked into his jeans, smoothing his hands against warm, bare skin. He wants more, all of it.

Will melts into the touch, moaning, shaky hands finally managing to shove Nico’s jeans off his hips and get a good grip on his cock. A second later Nico does the same and they stroke each other, quick and purposeful. Nico drops his head against Will’s shoulder, then pushes his face into Will’s neck, breathing in the heady, summery scent of him.

They’re both panting with it, frantic. Hands down, it’s the best van-related experience Nico’s ever had in his life.

“Feels – so good. Nico,” Will gasps, almost incoherent. “Fuck. You’re – fuck.”

Will comes with a whine, shaking, spilling over Nico’s hand. Nico follows a second later with a muffled groan that he presses against the thrumming pulse in Will’s throat.

“Holy fuck,” Will gasps. He rolls to his back, chest heaving like there’s not enough air in this van. Nico can relate.

Nico turns his nose into Will’s shoulder, breathing hard as they both settle, filling his lungs with the scent of warm flannel and sunshine. Will fumbles an arm around him, tugging him closer.

Nico snuggles in. There’s probably enough time for a quick cuddle. They’ve earned it, after all. Will seems to agree, shifting and pushing his nose against the crown of Nico’s head with a shuddering sigh.

A long moment of quiet, finally broken by the buzz of Nico’s phone, somewhere around his knees, at this point.

“That’s probably my sister,” Nico says, reluctant.

Will pulls Nico in tight for a second, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before releasing him. “Yeah, I guess we should –”

They put themselves back together, sharing the occasional giggle or shy smile. Will looks adorably proud when he remembers the bale of paper towels he just purchased, and they both clean themselves up as best they can.

Will, chivalrous, clambers out over the front seats so he can release Nico from the trunk.

As Nico climbs out, Will’s standing there pink-cheeked and bright-eyed, rumpled and a little dazed. Nico feels a rush of pride, his hand twitching up to smooth Will’s hair, lingering there just a moment longer than might strictly be necessary. Will turns even pinker at the touch.

Will clears his throat. “This was – fun.”

“Yeah.” Nico laughs. Nico’s mind, automatic, reaches out for an awkward feeling that probably should be there. It’s not, though. He just feels happy. Light.

“I um. I don’t know what your plans are, but – I’ll be back in town for a couple of weeks at Christmas. If you’re interested,” Will says. He’s playing with the tails of the flannel shirt again. God, he’s even more beautiful than he was in the grocery aisles, flushed and well-kissed in the lights shining from the van.

Nico realizes he’s not breathing. “Yeah,” he manages. “I’ll be in town too. And I’m – interested.”

“Okay, cool.” Will lets out a breath, tangible relief. It makes Nico want to shove him into the back of the van all over again.

Nico can’t help the stupid smile on his face all the way across the parking lot, back to his own, sadly bedless car.

How ridiculous is this? He’s half-head over heels for a guy he met just a few hours ago. He never thought he’d be leaving Target with anything more than a car full of groceries. Instead, he’s got a huge crush, a spring in his step, and a spark in his chest that feels stupidly like hope. He can only imagine what two weeks over Christmas will bring.

Nico decides that’s a risk he’s willing to take.

Notes:

1. Thanks to @anything-thats-rock-and-roll for the beta!! 2. Title is from Drive South by John Hiatt 3. This was fun!! I love them in all the universes <3

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Size allergy (3/?)

It has been a terrible few weeks on a personal level, although what bothers me the most is that there was a problem with my cell phone and it erased most of what I had written (curses in Spanish) 🤬

But anyway, here is the third part, where Draxum will give us a little more information about what's going on with the boys.

There are no warnings in this chapter (because of my cell phone) 😢

English is not my mother tongue, if you see an error, please feel free to comment.

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For the next minutes, the boys spent summarizing everything that had happened (from their day at camp, to what had happened a few moments ago), mostly Raph, who couldn't hide his nervous tone at the situation. 

Draxum in one part of the conversation held the bridge of his nose as he frowned, probably evaluating the life decisions that brought him to this moment. 

“...And we don't know what else is going to happen” concluded Raph with obvious nervousness “Do you think you can help us?” 

“Ugh... Look, I have knowledge of what happened to you, among the Yokais it is known as the mystical allergy” noticing that the snapping turtle seemed more concerned about his shrunken brothers immediately wanted to reassure him “Leonardo and Donatello should not shrink again Raphael... From what you mention, they were in contact with shuko sap, some trees give it off in the forest, witches usually use them for some incantations... Although it only works when in contact with luminous river water...” he commented thoughtfully. 

“Ehhh yes, about that...” interrupted Leo scratching the back of his head “Maybe we went to clean that thing in a river and it started to glow while we were doing it?” he said averting his eyes uncomfortably, the old yokai sighed. 

“Of course... Anyway” he said with some annoyance, recomposing himself in his explanation “The sap plus the water only generates the change of size in one section... Besides, it's a temporary thing, they should return to their respective sizes in a week” 

“ONE WEEK?!” Donnie suddenly interrupted “Do you think I can live without my stuff for that long?!” he claimed loudly, despite his small size. 

“I didn't do any of this to you Donatello” he answered firmly “And I can't do anything to reduce the time... Unfortunately, mystical allergies can't be lessened once they have already acted... Be thankful at least that it doesn't last longer” Donnie folded his arms, no doubt he was not happy with that answer. 

“What about me?” asked Mikey curious, Raph moved the camera so Draxum could see the face of the huge box turtle. 

“You worry me more than your brothers... If what you tell me is true, you were attacked by some brindo fairies, they are quite aggressive... And your size increases will depend on how many times you were sprayed with their pollen” he said sternly “Do you remember how many times it was?” 

“No, I thought they were going to eat me, so I didn't check” the boy apologized. 

“But, do you remember an approximate number?” asked the yokai again. 

“I think I was sprayed five times” his brothers looked at the boy knowing what that meant “Maybe more...” when Mikey came to the realization of what that meant he looked fearfully at the yokai, how much bigger was he going to get? 

“This is bad...” said Draxum, confirming the turtles' fears “If what you say is true, not only do you still have stretches to grow... I also doubt you'll still be able to get into your own house when the process is over” 

“Hold on!” exclaimed Donnie, approaching the phone screen “The first time Mikey grew, he doubled in size, and now it looks like he doubled again the size he already had, Does that mean that each stretch doubles the size he already has?” the calculations in the genius turtle's head delivered a terrifying scenario for his brother. 

“Luckily for you, that's not the case” continued Draxum, trying to reassure the already very scared teenagers “The growth spurts only go according to the first one... Mikey in each stretch should increase approximately the equivalent of his original height” 

“But then... Why did he grow more than that now?” said Raph, still frightened by the situation. 

“You probably spent two stretches together, it's not unusual” even though the yokai's face didn't seem to express emotion, he was worried about the boys “Usually, before a change, there comes a strong body pain and then you sneeze... I guess you sneezed twice now, right?” Mikey nodded vigorously “Well, the more times you sneeze, the more growth spurts in a row you'll have” 

“Wait a second” interrupted Raph, somewhat lost for words “Does that mean that every time Mikey sneezes, he will grow?” he asked still nervous. 

“Didn't you hear me, Raphael?” he scolded him “It will depend on how many times he was sprayed with the pollen... If he sneezes after he has passed those stretches it will not grow... Pay more attention!” he said the last with annoyance. 

“Hey... What if I try not to sneeze, could I avoid it?” Mikey commented as an idea to his brothers and Draxum, he didn't want to have to turn into a giant turtle, but the yokai immediately denied it. 

“If you try to hold on sneezing, the only thing you will achieve will be to lengthen the time you will feel pain and, in the end, you will still grow” he answered implying that this was inevitable “... For your sake, if you want to sneeze, do it as soon as possible” 

“So Draxum...” interrupted Donnie “What brilliant idea do you have?” he made a quotation mark gesture with his fingers “Mikey can't stand up straight in my lab anymore, if you have something that is really useful to us, you should share it” he was already annoyed that the yokai only pointed out the elements of the problem. Usually, this part of explanation wouldn't bother him, but it was his brother they were talking about, he didn't want this one to have more problems. 

“Well...” he sighed with annoyance, it wasn't the minute to get into an argument with one of the boys, although he was not lacking in desire “The only thing you can do in your current position is to look for a place with more space for Mikey... Hopefully a place outdoors where you can stay until the effects of the mystic allergy pass” when he noticed Raph's nod, he turned to him “Raphael, as soon as you find a place, let me know the state of Miguel when he has finished growing” when saying this last, some concern escaped from his tone of voice, something that did not go unnoticed by the red-eared tortoise. 

“Wow Draxum... You almost sound like you genuinely care about us” he said with a sarcastic tone and with his arms crossed, Mikey watched the yokai's face smiling. 

“Ugh...” he grunted in response “Of course I care about the state of my creations...” he averted his gaze to the side in embarrassment “Anyway, write to me only if necessary and don't bother me” with that last said, he ended the call. 

There was a moment of silence before the boys began to devise a way to get Mikey out of the lair, without attracting too much attention in the process; in the meantime, they left Donnie's lab and told the box turtle to stay in the ramp area, if it grew back, there at least it would have room. 

Leo then suggested that he could make a portal to a discreet location, but Donnie reminded him of the fact that he would most likely not even be able to wield the Odachi in its current state. The turtle in blue had already considered that, so he said Raph could create a portal. Despite the snapping turtle's initial refusal, Raph went to Leo's room only to discover that his brother's sword had shrunk as well, something that added a new doubt to the list of strange things that had happened today. 

“Fascinating... Somehow it has shrunk proportionally with you” said Donnie, while examining the sword now in his brother's hands “Maybe it has something to do with it being a mystical weapon...” he placed a hand on his chin and meditated for a moment “Raph, could you please take my things to wherever Leo is taking us? I want to do some analysis” he said with enthusiasm. 

It was nice to hear his purple brother again with his nerdy scientist tone, it made the situation feel a little more manageable for Raph, despite the fact that his shrunken siblings were still on his shoulders and he didn't know how much bigger Mikey was going to get. 

Once he gathered all the things his purple brother asked for, they moved into position in the center of the living room to transport. 

“Leo... Are you sure you're feeling up to using your sword?” Raph really didn't want them to end up being transported to a crowded place just because of his brother's accident. 

“Relax hermano...” Leo said with a confident smile “I have the perfect place in mind” 

Despite the nervous looks from his brothers, Leo was completely confident in his abilities. He managed some time ago to master the portals and he was very proud of that, it was only a matter of time before his brothers would trust him too. With a quick motion he made a slash through the air and created a portal big enough for even Mikey to pass through. With that, the brothers disappeared from the lair.

Prologue Previous / Next

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

What if the Big Bang wasn’t the beginning? Our research suggests it may have taken place inside a black hole

Professor Enrique Gaztanaga from the Institute of Cosmology and Gravitation writes for The Conversation

The Big Bang is often described as the explosive birth of the universe – a singular moment when space, time and matter sprang into existence. But what if this was not the beginning at all? What if our universe emerged from something else – something more familiar and radical at the same time?

In a new paper, published in Physical Review D, my colleagues and I propose a striking alternative. Our calculations suggest the Big Bang was not the start of everything, but rather the outcome of a gravitational crunch or collapse that formed a very massive black hole – followed by a bounce inside it.

This idea, which we call the black hole universe, offers a radically different view of cosmic origins, yet it is grounded entirely in known physics and observations.

Today’s standard cosmological model, based on the Big Bang and cosmic inflation (the idea that the early universe rapidly blew up in size), has been remarkably successful in explaining the structure and evolution of the universe. But it comes at a price: it leaves some of the most fundamental questions unanswered.

For one, the Big Bang model begins with a singularity – a point of infinite density where the laws of physics break down. This is not just a technical glitch; it’s a deep theoretical problem that suggests we don’t really understand the beginning at all.

To explain the universe’s large-scale structure, physicists introduced a brief phase of rapid expansion into the early universe called cosmic inflation, powered by an unknown field with strange properties. Later, to explain the accelerating expansion observed today, they added another “mysterious” component: dark energy.

In short, the standard model of cosmology works well – but only by introducing new ingredients we have never observed directly. Meanwhile, the most basic questions remain open: where did everything come from? Why did it begin this way? And why is the universe so flat, smooth, and large?

New model

Our new model tackles these questions from a different angle – by looking inward instead of outward. Instead of starting with an expanding universe and trying to trace back how it began, we consider what happens when an overly dense collection of matter collapses under gravity.

This is a familiar process: stars collapse into black holes, which are among the most well-understood objects in physics. But what happens inside a black hole, beyond the event horizon from which nothing can escape, remains a mystery.

In 1965, the British physicist Roger Penrose proved that under very general conditions, gravitational collapse must lead to a singularity. This result, extended by the late British physicist Stephen Hawking and others, underpins the idea that singularities – like the one at the Big Bang – are unavoidable.

The idea helped win Penrose a share of the 2020 Nobel prize in physics and inspired Hawking’s global bestseller A Brief History of Time: From the Big Bang to Black Holes. But there’s a caveat. These “singularity theorems” rely on “classical physics” which describes ordinary macroscopic objects. If we include the effects of quantum mechanics, which rules the tiny microcosmos of atoms and particles, as we must at extreme densities, the story may change.

In our new paper, we show that gravitational collapse does not have to end in a singularity. We find an exact analytical solution – a mathematical result with no approximations. Our maths show that as we approach the potential singularity, the size of the universe changes as a (hyperbolic) function of cosmic time.

This simple mathematical solution describes how a collapsing cloud of matter can reach a high-density state and then bounce, rebounding outward into a new expanding phase.

But how come Penrose’s theorems forbid out such outcomes? It’s all down to a rule called the quantum exclusion principle, which states that no two identical particles known as fermions can occupy the same quantum state (such as angular momentum, or “spin”).

And we show that this rule prevents the particles in the collapsing matter from being squeezed indefinitely. As a result, the collapse halts and reverses. The bounce is not only possible – it’s inevitable under the right conditions.

Crucially, this bounce occurs entirely within the framework of general relativity, which applies on large scales such as stars and galaxies, combined with the basic principles of quantum mechanics – no exotic fields, extra dimensions or speculative physics required.

What emerges on the other side of the bounce is a universe remarkably like our own. Even more surprisingly, the rebound naturally produces the two separate phases of accelerated expansion – inflation and dark energy – driven not by a hypothetical fields but by the physics of the bounce itself.

Testable predictions

One of the strengths of this model is that it makes testable predictions. It predicts a small but non-zero amount of positive spatial curvature – meaning the universe is not exactly flat, but slightly curved, like the surface of the Earth.

This is simply a relic of the initial small over-density that triggered the collapse. If future observations, such as the ongoing Euclid mission, confirm a small positive curvature, it would be a strong hint that our universe did indeed emerge from such a bounce. It also makes predictions about the current universe’s rate of expansion, something that has already been verified.

This model does more than fix technical problems with standard cosmology. It could also shed new light on other deep mysteries in our understanding of the early universe – such as the origin of supermassive black holes, the nature of dark matter, or the hierarchical formation and evolution of galaxies.

These questions will be explored by future space missions such as Arrakhis, which will study diffuse features such as stellar halos (a spherical structure of stars and globular clusters surrounding galaxies) and satellite galaxies (smaller galaxies that orbit larger ones) that are difficult to detect with traditional telescopes from Earth and will help us understand dark matter and galaxy evolution.

These phenomena might also be linked to relic compact objects – such as black holes – that formed during the collapsing phase and survived the bounce.

The black hole universe also offers a new perspective on our place in the cosmos. In this framework, our entire observable universe lies inside the interior of a black hole formed in some larger “parent” universe.

We are not special, no more than Earth was in the geocentric worldview that led Galileo (the astronomer who suggested the Earth revolves around the Sun in the 16th and 17th centuries) to be placed under house arrest.

We are not witnessing the birth of everything from nothing, but rather the continuation of a cosmic cycle – one shaped by gravity, quantum mechanics, and the deep interconnections between them.

This article is republished from The Conversation under a Creative Commons license. Read the original article.

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why is this open? did i want to make a post? well, i most definitely forgot what i wanted to write so you'll get nonsense instead:

It was a dark and stormy night* when Wendell Grotzplotz decided to sit down and have a nice cup of tea. This would not have been a strange occurrence in any other household in the neighborhood but Wendell hated tea with a fierce, and some might say foolish, passion. There were few things in life that Wendell hated more than tea which were 1. his own name, 2. people who unironically used lightyears as a measuring unit for time and 3. cattle prods. The distribution of his hatred for these things was ever changing but after a thorough study he had gathered that his hatred was proportional to the proximity of aforementioned things. He had thus decided to avoid farms, conversations about space and talking to his father at all costs. He had also decided to never conduct a study ever again lest he experienced another series of events so embarrassing that not even Rowan Atkinson would re-enact them in a movie. Despite his efforts to forget everything that transpired his brain had taken to replay the events in a frankly concerning level of accuracy every time he closed his eyes.

This was at least partly the reason why he was adamant to enjoy a nice cup of tea this evening. He had heard that tea had a calming effect and hoped that deciding that he liked tea would 1. be enough to make the experience enjoyable, 2. lead to a scenario where he closed his eyes and would not see a man wildly gesticulating with a cattle prod in his hand in a way that violated several geneva conventions had the cattle prod been an AK-47 and not a cattle prod. Unfortunately for him and fortunately for the man with the cattle prod (who had probably paid a lot of money or done some dark magic rituals to ensure he'd haunt Wendell forever) Wendell had no idea how to actually prepare tea. If he granted himself the very novel experience of being honest with himself, he would even have to admit that he didn't particularly know what tea even consisted of, really. Sure, water had to be involved somewhere and hadn't his aunt always talked about tea leaves? Wendell briefly contemplated stepping outside to collect some leaves from the trees that were standing outside but a ferocious gust of wind making the trees dance a rather abysmal approximation of the Macarena made him reconsider. He liked the rain, he really did, but only if it consisted of water and not 300-million-year-old-millipede-fossil-size branches. Instead he started rummaging around in his kitchen for anything green and leafy. His first cursory rummaging (rummage?) did yield no findings save for his glasses which he had, not without some pride, put on the countertop for easy finding and promptly forgot about. He had been reading books with much squinting and holding in front of him at arm's length for a good 2 days now. After some light cursing and then, after this had not made him feel better, more heavy cursing at his lack of object permanence that every toddler would envy he conducted a more thorough rummaging. After opening about half of the cupboards he discovered a wooden puzzle he had gotten for his 12th birthday. After two hours he had finally solved the puzzle and remembered the Rubik's cube he'd stashed... somewhere. Another two hours later he had found the Rubik's cube (and 10 old science magazines, an old sketchbook, a rather new sketchbook (no improvement to be seen), a rubber duck, paper clips and 51 playing cards) and successfully brought it into a, in his professional opinion, completely unsolvable state. Frustrated, Wendell put the cube on the counter for his sister to solve should she visit some time and embarked on a new (or rather 4 hours old and temporarily forgotten) mission: Rummaging around in his kitchen in search for something green and leafy. He rummaged so expertedly that he would have won Olympic Gold in rummaging if there was an Olympian rummaging category. Alas, there was not so he persevered without price or fame and continued his extraordinarily unsystematic search of the kitchen. He briefly considered if the green paper he found in the refrigerator was green and leafy enough, then marveled at the two playing cards he found in between two plates bringing his card deck to an unexpected 53 cards and finally discovered a clump of what seemed to have been fresh coriander once upon a time. He allowed himself a good half second of unrestrained joy then remembered the time and anxiously listened for any signs of disturbed neighbours for 10 minutes. Fortunately for him and his dislike of long winded conversations everything stayed quiet. He took a deep breath of relief and started studying the bundle of coriander with an intensity people usually reserved for groundbreaking, Nobel prize worthy dissertations or early 2000s TV shows with questionable quality. Having acquired a suitable component had - to his chagrin - not made a pop-up detailing the further necessary steps of his quest appear in thin air. Thus he was rather at a loss as to what to do. Something with water. Hot water? Wendell was on his way to retrieve a saucepan to heat the water and coriander in as his salvation appeared in his view.

His salvation stood gleaming and majestic on the countertop, a symbol of hope in the dark and stormy night, a beacon of practicality. And it's number was six hundred, four score and ten and it's name was 'Gilbert' (in reality it was named Exclusivo Deluxe Barista 690 but Wendell had decided that if he had to endure having such a ridiculous name then his coffee machine had to suffer the same fate). It had just occurred to him that coffee basically was tea with beans instead of leafy stuff, so what could possibly be better at cooking tea than his beloved coffee machine? Wendell crushed the leaves and put them in the compartment for the ground coffee. Triumphantly he pressed the "On" button of the machine. The machine informed him that the water tank needed to be refilled. Wendell refilled the water tank and pressed 'continue'. The machine started a cleaning process. Wendell used the 5 minutes of cleaning to glare at the coffee machine, fail to solve the Rubik's cube and acquire a sudden earworm of 'O flower of Scotland'. The machine informed him that the old coffee grounds and drip water had to be emptied. Wendell emptied the tray and put it back in. The machine informed him that he had to put the tray back in in order for the machine to function. Wendell pulled the tray back out and pushed it back in. The machine informed him that he had to put the tray back in in order for the machine to function. Wendell pulled the tray back out and pushed it back in with a bit more force. The machine informed him that he had to put the tray back in in order for the machine to function. Wendell pulled the tray back out and pushed it back in even more forcefully. The machine informed him that he had to put the tray back in in order for the machine to function. Wendell performed the tried and tested ritual of screaming at the machine inventing a few new curse words in the process. The machine decided that, actually, the tray was already put in, oops. Wendell gently pushed the button for espresso (the more concentrated the tea the more relaxing it is). As this didn't lead to an immediate reaction, he started hammering on the button. With a noise that could have easily been featured on Pink Floyd's Ummagumma the machine started making the first of the eight tea espressos (tespressos?) he'd ordered and Wendell realised at the same time that he had forgotten a cup. Unfortunately he had also forgotten where he normally kept his cups so he just grabbed the nearest object. While the plastic bag steadily filled with a liquid of rather unfortunate colouring, Wendell allowed the anticipation of a good night's sleep to rise. Finally he would be able to close his eyes in peace. With the gurgle of a dying unicorn the machine finished its job. Wendell raised the bag to his lips, took a small sip - and then immediately flung the bag into the sink. A small tsunami of 'tea' engulfed counter and floor. Wendell turned and sat down on the couch. Exhausted, he closed his eyes.

Rays of sunlight danced over Wendell's face as he opened his eyes again. He was lying on his couch in the living room and the position of the sun told him that it was approximately 9 am. With a start he realised that he hadn't had one dream about cattle prods this night. Maybe he really should be making tea every evening from now on.

*the night was dark because night's generally were pretty dark except for the one's way north and south, which desperately tried to hold back their darkness for half a year because they wanted to feel special, only to fail at it spectacularly in the second half of the year making the darkness bleed into the day. the night was stormy because of ~vibes~

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Codex entry: Neran Solticence, the Hollowgrace and the Painless Mutes

Summary: My own take on one of the redacted lost Primarchs and Legions

TW: none

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Name

•Neran Soltilence "Hollowgace"

Titles

•"The Blank Stare", "Hollowgace","The Soulless"

Legion

•Relentless advance. Frontline combat, "Painless Mutes"

Date of Reunion

•852.M30

"There are no words for the emptiness I saw in the eyes of the Emperor's son that stood in front of our leader; it was simply as if no living soul resided in that inexpressible face. The choir that was in front of me quieted down, no more prayers nor chants were sung, everything seemed to stop at that moment in total expectation of what would happen.

I have no doubts of what I saw, even if it is not true, even if the penalty for this words are death. I saw the Emperor frown at the sight of one of his children."

- Remembrancer Edyth Matthoa

Deeds done prior to Reunification

•Neran roamed the Tagaroid System for an unknown number of years in which the Primarch brought the end of the Shakrim dynasty of the Voscax Xenos race with their own technology. Whatever the case and reason for that campaign was, the reunion of the Emperor with his lost son was done in a quiet and empty planet

The bones of that Xenos race was found in the course of the travel towards meeting the lost Primarch; spread everywhere without rhyme or reason as far as the eye could see, Solticence approached his father surrounding a hole which was filled with those bodies.

Size

•Approximately 13'5ft tall.

The most accurate depictions of Neran compared him as to be slightly bigger than Lion and Russ although this didn't translate quite so well with his physique, various rembrancers noted the skinny and noticeable "weak" features of the Primarch who seemed to be in an advanced stage of starvation. He wasn't the best of fighters with neither a blade or a gun, but some unnatural features made Neran an enemy to not underestimate so easily.

Mutations

•White as snow color of skin, black eyes with red iris and inhuman pain threshold; often compared with the Primarch Vulkan from the Salamanders in terms of how much damage his body could endure there was one significant difference that made Neran even more unnatural than the others. While his brother could die and feel pain before being resurrected, Solticence couldn't feel 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 at all, even the pleasant sensations or smells couldn't be perceived by Neran.

It is said that the armor he wore at the time of his discovery was what stimulated his body to react and feel everything around him; when it was discarded by it's null defensive capabilities the common theory suggested that it too shattered the only form of sensation his body had. Leaving Soltilence completely deprived of that important human feature.

Psychic Abilities

•"None" known

Personality

•Neran was detached from those around him and mostly failed at making consistent progress in the relationships he formed with others around him.

Distant and seemingly disengaged with the people that would engage in a conversation with Neran. The Primarch failed constantly in political discussions or agreements with others heavily relying in his equerry to speak for him in many social activities or interactions with others outside of the Legion.

Despite of his disadvantages at the hour of expressing himself, those who got to knew him better could easily spot the intentions behind his words or infer the meaning of whatever phrase Neran was trying to articulate. In the battlefield this lack of emotion and failure to express any kind of emotion was actually beneficial for Soltilence; no injury nor psychological attempt at demoralize the Hollowgace seemed to affect the Primarch in any sort of way, the enemies of the Mutes would lose their confidence and would see their morale rapidly decrease as their enemy kept staring blankly as it marched towards them, any kind of damage was proved to be useless as Neran kept moving forward disregarding how much pain his body was under or what sort of damage the enemy fire had caused in him.

Likes

•Neran and his legion followed a strictly set of rules on their daily lives. No sound was allowed to be made neither in the ships that the legion fleet was composed of nor in the common gathering places of the Legion unless it was extremely necessary for a clear purpose that once fulfilled would resume the quietness that once reigned those places. The only moments where noises weren't prohibited was the personal chambers of the legionaries and the practice cages; only then and there the Marines bonded with each other and little personality traits would surface in their small talks and training.

This instances were held in high regard and venerated by the Mutes; legionaries would long for and count the days for their next visit to the training cages, missing one of this events was considered a tragic experience that would affect the Mute physically and too psychologically, desperate to have another chance of participating in training as soon as possible.

•Neran and his legion particularly disliked being in public places or in a large gathering of people. Too much noise would often drive the Mutes irritable or aggressive towards anyone who would get near them.

Due to the silence that took a hold of every place Neran and his sons inhabited, the human assets that accompanied the legion would often feel a certain unease whenever they were in the presence of the Legion never fully understanding their odd rituals and customs. Most of them would ask for transfer after a few months or years claiming that it was too quiet and odd for their liking. Those who stayed with the legion became just as solitary and weird as the Space Marines they shared time and space with.

Dislikes

Titles and ranks too were less likely to be displayed by Neran and his sons, presenting a very simple heriarchy amongst their ranks where age and experience was privileged rather than acts of valor or honor, thus the eldest would be the chief commanders of the legion while the newborns would always take the low positions and titles that the legion was structured upon. Once the Marine was old enough he would simply move up in the heriarchy leaving his empty previous position to the youngest. Those who were created before their reunion with his Primarch would become Neran personal guard and rarely took other positions.

Closest Brother(s)

•Amongst the relationship with his fellow brothers, Neran would only truly speak to in a repeated manner with Corvus Corax and Konrad Curze. The solitary personality of Soltilence seemed to be understood by and accepted by Corax, who would made adjustments to his language and general behavior in the presence of Neran, creating a sense of comfort for the two brothers to engage in friendly conversations or some little philosophical advices exchange between them.

Curze and Neran however had a love-hate relationship. Konrad mocked his brother or would remark the odd mannerisms of Soltilence but at the same time he would jump to defend his brother from incoming criticisms given by other members of the Imperium or amongst the other Primarchs. Neither of then admitted to one another how much relaxing it was to spend time with someone who perfectly understood the solitude of the other and the need of not being ridiculed by their different ways of expressing themselves.

Hated Brother(s)

•A completely different relationship was the one Neran had with Fulgrim and Roboute Guilliman. It was virtually impossible for both of this Primarchs to understand the reasons behind the behavior and actions of Neran and his legion.

While Fulgrim treated Soltilence as an insensible man incapable of understanding or creating art in even the poorest manifestations of it, the Phoenix didn't understand as well how could someone aspire to be as mediocre and uninteresting as possible; the quiet and inexpressible face of Neran drove Fulgrim mad every time the brothers met, it was said even that both of then intentionally left planets or rooms whenever they were informed of the presence of their brother in the vicinity.

Roboute on the other hand would disapprove of the way Neran commanded his legionaries in the Great Crusade. The Primarch would be visibly frustrated after reading the reports of the victories that Neran would claim as his own, hating the seemingly chaotic and deprived of planning methods in warfare that the Mutes showed in battle.

Armor

•"Entombed resolution" was the name that the Artiticer armor of Neran was known as, very heavy and specially designed to limit the movement speed and flexibility of the wearer, the Mutes Primarch while wearing this armor was seen more as a caged beast in his armor more than a conqueror or a proud warrior.

The process of suiting could take long hours before Neran was ready to march unto war; always showing some sort of discomfort or even "pain" for a couple of minutes after ending the suiting ceremonies. However once the Primarch joined his sons on the battlefield he was practically invincible, a towering wall of defense or a unstoppable soulless tool of the Imperium who only knew one simple directive "push forward and kill until there are no more enemies of Mankind"

Wargear

•Another feature of Neran that caused unease amongst those who fought alongside the Primarch was the fact he had a certain disdain for weapons as a whole; preferring to use his hands or feet after being prohibited from keeping the strange and foreign technological advanced weapons that were found in his possession on the moment of his discovery by the Emperor.

However after sustaining the pressure of his own legion to use anything, any sort of weapon at all to defend and attack without having to rely on the sacrifices of his sons to keep the Primarch alive, Neran grumbling and begrudgingly opted for the usage of a spear and a storm shield.

This two weapons composed all the arsenal Soltilence used throughout his life up until his redaction from the Imperial records and history of the Imperium as a whole. No glory or legend could be traced back to this weapons, rembrancers of the time that were a part of the Mutes expedition fleet didn't even had a nickname for it, they were simply known as the "Spear and shield of Neran Soltilence" and that is as far as a description this tools of war had.

Allegiance

•The Primarch of the Mutes seemed to have a neutral opinion of his father and the loyalty he displayed to the Imperium was the bare minimum required of him. It is to be believed that at the moment of his redaction from the Imperial records Neran became more and more rebellious from his Father although no signs of devotion to the Chaos Gods was ever found in his personal life nor in the actions of his sons.

Backstory

"The child looked around, nothing to his left nor to his right. He raised a hand to the vast space and it only saw the shadow his limb casted upon the earth. All alone, the boy was left in solitude and without any stimulus to do anything, his mind traveled amongst the stars until he found life. But it was far too late, the boy deprived of every feeling, was simply a blank living organisms without a soul, without a name, without his humanity"

- Remembrancer Edyth Matthoa

•The gestation capsule of Neran Soltilence landed on a empty world named Tagaroid 0HI. The planet possessed only the most basic forms of life that the universe could produce, barely having enough fauna to form a small food chain of small creatures feeding upon even smaller ones.

Neran spent his first five years of lifetime surviving in complete loneliness, only having the flora and small living creatures to feed upon and develop the basic capabilities of a human. Even so, the child had in his blood the genes of his "father" the Emperor of Mankind, which manifested itself upon the infant Neran as he was capable to "travel" in ways that have been long since censored to other planets.

Once the young Soltilence was old enough to have a better grasp of this "gift" of short space travel, Neran appeared in the blink of an eye in other planet of the Tagaroid System; this world had a Xeno race as the dominant species while the little human population that remained from the first colonizers that traveled there being hunted for sport, as the Voscax population saw Mankind as merely sub-developed animals.

It is at this point there is a confusion amongst remembrancers as to what exactly happened; some suggest the Voscax killed the last remaining humans on the planet right in front of Neran eyes, making the Primarch enter some kind of frenzy that led to his decision of purging the Xenos from the face of that world in an attempt to avenge the deaths of those who were similar in appearance to him. Others claim that Neran was discovered by a small group of humans who adopted the Primarch and venerated him as some sort of deity, a reflection of the Emperor that their ancestors probably knew and passed down the stories about Him unto his sons; this humans inspired Soltilence to start a revolution that ended with both races existence and left Neran as the only survivor of such bloody war.

No matter what the truth was, whatever caused the death of both humans and Xenos in Tagaroid 00-4 left the remains of both civilizations out in the open, with their bones and decaying bodies in the surface plunging the planet into the quiet and barren wasteland in which both Primarch and Emperor met on.

Once Father and son reunited at last, the ■■ legion was passed on to Neran; this first generation of Astartes looked slightly different from their "father" as their skin wasn't as pale as Neran was, but the Marines had the characteristic solitude and loner demeanour of Soltilence imprinted in them. The army and their general didn't exchange a word in their first encounter but both parties knew there was some sort of blood bond between them.

The ■■ legion counted amongst their accomplishments the liberation of the Sulivis Passage, discovery of the lost humanity settlement in Oxvin-68 and victory over the Xe'minar xenos race in Cirog-052.

Upon the arrival of his Primarch, little was changed of the behavior and customs of the Legion, in fact it became more stricter under the direct command of their Father. Their participation in the Rangdan Xenocides cemented their reputation as a unrelenting force to fear, as no injury or foe would stop the advance of the Mutes to their objective, following their given orders until it was done.

Reason for Redaction

•The Rangdan Xenocides were just one of many signs the Mutes and Neran were created for no higher purpose other than to fight for the Imperium so others could achieve the dreams of the Emperor of Mankind for humanity. They were just the lesser evil the Emperor chose over the extinction of his people.

As all the attempts of making Neran have a personality of his own failed one after the other, the Emperor and the brothers of Soltilence didn't knew what to do with the primarch of the Mutes. The tensions between the brothers were raising up to a boiling point, at any moment the fragile bonds of brotherhood could break and have catastrophic consequences for Neran and his sons even if they were blind to the path of destruction their actions were causing and the mistrust their behavior caused in those around them.

The event that triggered the redaction of the ■■ legion and it's Primarch was the misunderstanding escalating to a fight that Leman Russ from the VIth had with his brother after a tough war against an Ork Waagh!. Russ voiced his discomfort for the collateral damages caused to the planet by Neran and his sons, screaming and shouting at the lack of response coming from his brother until the Wolf-King lost control and punched Neran in the face to get a reaction out of him.

The shouting competition that followed was brutal, with both brothers accusing each other with every bad decision or action made up to that point by either Primarch. When the conflict was presented to their Father, Neran refused to apologize with his brother and, redacted records suggests, the Primarch of the Mutes left with the following words, never returning upon the presence of his Father ever again:

"𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗁 𝖤𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗒 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖨𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌o, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈.

𝖬𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗡𝗢, 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗌. 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿...𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈-𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌; 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝖻𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍?!? 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗴𝗼."

Before Leman Russ was given the order of purging his brother for the outrageous offense against the Emperor, Neran had already flee from the Imperium as a whole, his Legion disbanded and given the explicit order of remaining spread across the galaxy by their Primarch; awaiting the moment the ■■ would unite once more to put an end to the long slow death of the Imperium, either to save it once and for all or to give it a quick painless death. The legion was redacted from the Imperial records and the statues in honor of Neran were destroyed and the population was fed with the lie of his death and his legion.

In the silent and secluded planet that quietly saw Neran grow, the Primarch remains to this day. Watching the universe run it's course. Meditating and awaiting patiently, still reflecting upon the right action to do for the best interest of the Imperium. If it's best for Mankind to die and rest, or to keep fighting and some day achieve the greatness it once could aspire to achieve.

[writer-or-whatever]

The body swap WIP! I love that trope🤭

It's a good fucking trope! Although currently that fic sort of exists just as a bulleted list type outline, not any concrete scenes yet (despite the fact that it has been nebulously floating around in my brain for like a year). Anyway, please enjoy the concept:

AU where soulmates swap bodies for 24 hours. This happens when one of them needs the other most instead of some arbitrary age. Peter, of course, is alone in NYC post-nwh and after Ned and MJ go away to college. 

The bodyswap happens on a completely mundane Tuesday. Peter hasn’t even had any kind of big spiderman fight, and MJ isn’t in any kind of trouble beyond the six courses she’s taking this semester (it’s slightly too many, or so Ned keeps saying, but she needs to keep herself busy to keep her mind off the gaping hole she feels in her life but can’t really get her head around) 

When they swap, Peter does his best not to panic. He goes through his day, doing his best to channel his inner MJ (which, shouldn’t be too hard. He is in her body) and not clue anyone in. He finds her class schedule, goes, takes notes, and lays low so she doesn’t fall behind. He makes it almost all the way through the day before Ned finally catches up to him and almost immediately clocks that he is, in fact, not MJ. Cue the great grilling for information.

Ned is so excited for MJ, for both of them honestly—even though he doesn’t know Peter—and Peter feels so so bad for clamming up and skirting around so many of his questions, giving just the most perfunctory answers and trying not to break down at having his best friend’s enthusiasm aimed at him again. Ned assumes that MJ is the one who needs her soulmate, he knows about her unease and the feeling that she’s missing something big—knows about her lists and drawings of a boy they don’t know (but that looks so familiar somehow) and the feeling of loss that she tries to play off every time he asks. 

Peter feels like he’s been punched in the solar plexus for the entire conversation. He had no idea that MJ was feeling like this. He hadn’t realized that everyone that forgot him had a Peter Parker sized hole in their lives. He didn’t realize it was possible for anyone to miss him so much, especially when they never even knew he was missing. Peter gets so worked up about this that he actually vomits. Ned is so so worried, but before Peter can really say anything one way or another, he’s back in his own body. 

Meanwhile MJ is having quite the Tuesday. She wakes up in this sad tiny cramped apartment back in New York. It takes her approximately five minutes to come across the spidey suit, which is draped over the shower curtain rod drying. It takes her even less time to find the picture of her, Ned, and the boy whose face she is currently wearing. 

She gets that same sick feeling in her gut and buzzing in her head that she’s had for months, every time she tries to figure out what the hell is missing. She still doesn’t know all the details, or any of them really, but the weird holes in her life and in her and Ned’s friendship seem to be adding up to the shape of this boy—of fucking spiderman apparently (and why does that information give her a bit of smug satisfaction? Not that her soulmate is a superhero but rather the fact that she’s figured out that this boy is spiderman). 

She digs around his entire tiny one-room apartment and lays out everything she finds and deems another important piece of the puzzle. She finds a few more photos of them, a lego star wars figure (notably one of the ones that Ned has complained he’s missing from one of his sets), and then the fucking note. The one he wrote to practice telling them who is he is. The one where he tells them all about who he is (Peter Parker), and who he was to her and Ned. Upon reading this, she has a vague memory of this guy walking into the diner she used to work at and giving her his whole name with his order of a single small black coffee before he left. 

Suddenly she is so so angry. It comes from somewhere deep inside her, deeper than the well of the strange sadness she’s been dealing with for months. She doesn’t remember knowing Peter, but somewhere deep inside her she remembers being devasted by something he’s done. 

It’s almost midnight, so she doesn’t have time to do much other than leave him a short note that she leaves on top of all of the other things she’s dug out over the course of the day. It just says ‘You owe me an explanation, Peter’ and her phone number. 

This is, of course, a bad things happen bingo prompt fill so I'm leaving the ending a bit open. So yeah. That's the bodyswap au WIP. Thanks for asking 🥰

[catsofcalifornia]

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As intrigued by the world around him as Devlin is, he keeps his observations to himself, preferring to offer conversational meows sparingly. Yet, one cannot fault his manners as he always offers unique and musical vocal greetings to his humans and, occasionally and to the very privileged, he'll volunteer little love bites of affection. But, unlike many young kitties, Devlin refrains from extending his claws when tussling with human hands, arms, and legs.

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[iatrophilosophos]

Hello I am stoned. Ask game inspired by conversational topics of the past several month.

If you could ratatouille (control the movements of by sitting on top of, transformed to a size where the mass ratio between you and the animal is approximately that of a rat to a human) any animal, which would you pick and what would you do?

How long would it take you to eat your weight in zucchini, assuming each zucchini weighs approximately a pound?

Top five favorite lizards

What specific dishes do you care about enough to grow everything require for in the event of supply line collapse? How feasible is this for your location or expected location, or are u gonna move to make it happen?

I don't know. Answer the questuons and tag some people? My answers under the cut.

@diseasehaver @fungalfaggot @anbarkowooferism @sonicismyboyfriend @dadsmell @yesdogsnomasters @femboywithunverb @coyote-mom

Moose. Break into an evidence locker to steal drugs

Probably like a year I could eat one zucchini most days. Maybe six months if I was really trying but I wouldn't like zucchini by the end.

The five lizards most geographically close to me at any given moment.

Lots of stuff! Jerk. Grits. Homefries. Gin. All seems p doable.

[zercominfotech]

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[lavishchauffeurs]

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[josefmarlon]

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For example, rather than targeting "running shoes" (a highly competitive head term), a specialty running store might focus on "waterproof trail running shoes for women" or "best running shoes for flat feet." These phrases attract fewer searches individually, but collectively they make up approximately 70% of all search traffic.

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The importance of long-tail keywords cannot be overstated in today's digital marketing landscape. Here is why they deserve your attention:

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More Qualified Traffic: Traffic volume is not everything. Ten visitors genuinely interested in your specific offerings are more valuable than a hundred visitors with vague intentions. Long-tail keywords help filter for searchers whose needs align precisely with what you provide.

Natural Language and Voice Search Compatibility: As voice search becomes increasingly common through smartphones and smart speakers, search queries are becoming more conversational. Long-tail keywords naturally align with how people speak, positioning your content perfectly for this growing trend.

Your Perfect Long-Tail Keywords

Identifying the right long-tail keywords requires strategy and research. Here is a comprehensive approach to discovering these valuable phrases:

Start With Your Core Offerings

Begin by thoroughly analysing what makes your business unique. What specific problems do you solve? What particular niches do you serve? A pet supply company might start with general categories like "dog food" but then identify specialties like "grain-free dog food for senior dogs with digestive issues."

Listen to Your Customers

Pay close attention to the language your customers use when describing their needs or challenges. Customer service emails, sales calls, and support tickets are goldmines for authentic search language. People rarely use industry jargon when searching—they use the words that naturally come to mind when describing their problems.

Leverage Keyword Research Tools

While understanding your offerings and customers provides direction, keyword research tools offer validation and discovery. Tools like Google's Keyword Planner, Ahrefs, SEMrush, and Ubersuggest can help identify long-tail variations with meaningful search volume. The best SEO companies typically use multiple tools to provide comprehensive keyword insights.

When using these tools, do not just look at suggested keywords—pay attention to the questions section. Questions often make excellent long-tail keywords because they directly address specific information needs.

Mine Search Autocomplete

Search engines' autocomplete features can reveal common long-tail variations based on what others are searching. Type the beginning of your core keywords into Google, Bing, or YouTube, and note the suggestions that appear. These suggestions represent actual searches with sufficient volume to be highlighted by the algorithms.

Explore "People Also Ask" and Related Searches

When you perform a search, Google often displays a "People Also Ask" box with related questions and a "Related Searches" section at the bottom of the page. Both features can reveal valuable long-tail opportunities closely related to your primary keywords.

Conduct Competitor Analysis: Examine what long-tail keywords your successful competitors are targeting. Tools like Ahrefs and SEMrush allow you to analyse competitor websites to see which keywords drive their traffic. Look for gaps and opportunities they might have missed.

Use Forum Mining: Industry forums, Reddit, Quora, and other community platforms where people discuss topics related to your business can be invaluable for discovering long-tail keywords. People ask questions and describe problems in natural language—exactly the way they would search.

Implementing Long-Tail Keywords Effectively

Once you have identified promising long-tail keywords, implementation requires finesse rather than brute force. Here is how to use them effectively:

Create Dedicated Content: Rather than trying to stuff multiple long-tail keywords into general content, create dedicated pages or posts that thoroughly address specific topics. An ecommerce SEO company might recommend creating individual product guides or solution pages targeting distinct customer needs rather than general category pages.

Focus on Solving Problems: The best long-tail keyword content focuses on solving specific problems comprehensively. If someone searches for "how to remove red wine stains from wool carpet," they want a complete, effective solution. Providing that solution positions you as an authority and builds trust.

Maintain Natural Language: Always prioritise readability and value over keyword density. Search engines have become sophisticated enough to understand contextual relevance without exact phrase matching. Write for humans first, incorporating keywords naturally where they make sense.

Consider the Entire Customer Journey: Different long-tail keywords represent different stages in the customer journey. "How to determine if you need a financial advisor" indicates someone early in their research phase, while "best financial advisors for retirement planning near me" suggests someone ready to make a decision. Create content that addresses each stage appropriately.

Build Topic Clusters: Group related long-tail keywords into topic clusters with a pillar page addressing the broader topic and linked supporting content diving into specific aspects. This approach signals topical authority to search engines while providing comprehensive value to users.

Measuring Long-Tail Keyword Success

Implementing long-tail keywords is just the beginning—measuring their effectiveness allows for ongoing refinement. Track these metrics to gauge success:

Ranking Positions: Monitor how your content ranks for targeted long-tail phrases. Keep in mind that success with long-tail keywords often means ranking well for dozens or hundreds of variations rather than just a few primary terms.

Organic Traffic: Track the overall growth in organic search traffic as you implement your long-tail strategy. Pay particular attention to landing pages optimized for specific long-tail terms.

Conversion Rates: The ultimate measure of long-tail keyword success is their ability to drive meaningful conversions. Monitor how visitors arriving through long-tail searches engage with your site and convert compared to those arriving through broader terms.

Engagement Metrics: Analyse time on page, bounce rate, and pages per session for long-tail traffic. Strong engagement signals that your content effectively addresses the specific needs behind those searches.

The Future of Long-Tail Keywords

As search engines continue to evolve toward understanding user intent rather than just matching keywords, the line between head terms and long-tail keywords is blurring. Google's BERT and other natural language processing advancements mean the search engine increasingly understands the nuance and context behind searches.

Despite these advancements, the principle behind long-tail keyword strategy remains sound: creating highly relevant content that addresses specific user needs will always be valuable. The future belongs to those who can anticipate and answer the precise questions their potential customers are asking.

Final Thoughts

Long-tail keywords represent one of the most accessible and effective SEO opportunities available to businesses today. By understanding what your potential customers are searching for in specific, detailed terms, you can create content that directly addresses their needs and positions your business as the solution they have been seeking.

While this approach requires more thoughtful research and content creation than simply targeting high-volume terms, the rewards—higher conversion rates, qualified traffic, and more attainable rankings—make it well worth the effort. Whether you are handling your SEO in-house or working with external experts, making long-tail keywords a central part of your strategy will yield significant benefits both immediately and in the long term.

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Antminer S15 For Sale

In the ever-evolving world of cryptocurrency mining, the right hardware can mean the difference between profitability and loss. If you're in the market for a powerful, efficient miner, the Antminer S15 should be at the top of your list. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore everything there is to know about the Antminer S15 for sale, from its features and specifications to tips on where to find the best deals and how to maximize your mining investment.

1. Introduction to Cryptocurrency Mining

Cryptocurrency mining involves validating transactions on a blockchain network and earning cryptocurrency as a reward. The process requires significant computational power, and miners increasingly rely on specialized hardware to maximize efficiency. The Antminer S15, developed by Bitmain, is one of the advanced machines designed for Bitcoin mining and is known for its high hash rate and energy efficiency. 1.1 What is an Antminer? Antminer is a brand of ASIC (Application-Specific Integrated Circuit) miners produced by Bitmain Technologies. ASIC miners are specialized devices in contrast to general-purpose hardware like GPUs (Graphic Processing Units). This specialization enables them to offer superior performance, efficiency, and profitability in mining certain cryptocurrencies. 1.2 Overview of the Bitcoin Mining Process Bitcoin networks rely on miners to validate transactions through a process known as proof of work. Here's a simplified breakdown of the mining process: - Transaction Validation: Miners collect transactions from the Bitcoin network and organize them into blocks. - Hashing: Using their computational power, miners attempt to solve a complex mathematical problem. This process is called hashing. - Block Reward: The first miner to solve the problem broadcasts their solution to the network. If accepted, they add the new block to the blockchain and receive a block reward in the form of newly minted bitcoins, along with transaction fees from the transactions included in the block. 1.3 Why Invest in Antminer S15? When considering investing in Bitcoin mining hardware, the Antminer S15 stands out due to its remarkable specifications: - High hash rate - Energy efficiency - Reliability - Proven track record in the mining community

2. Technical Specifications of Antminer S15

2.1 Hash Rate The Antminer S15 boasts a hash rate of approximately 28 TH/s (terahashes per second), making it capable of processing vast amounts of transactions rapidly. Hash rate is a crucial metric in mining, with higher rates leading to a better chance of solving cryptographic problems and earning rewards. 2.2 Power Consumption An essential factor to consider when purchasing mining equipment is its energy consumption. The Antminer S15 has a power consumption ranging from 1520W to 1750W, depending on the version you choose. It achieves impressive energy efficiency, with an efficiency rate of around 50 J/TH (joules per terahash). 2.3 Dimensions The Antminer S15 has a compact design, measuring 450mm x 220mm x 240mm. Despite its size, it is built robustly and features an effective cooling system to prevent overheating during extended operation. 2.4 Noise Levels Operating an Antminer S15 generates noise, around 76 dB. This level is comparable to a typical conversation and can be a consideration if you're setting up your mining operation in a residential area. 2.5 Cooling System The Antminer S15 features an intelligent cooling system with multiple fans to ensure optimal ventilation. This allows the miner to maintain performance levels even during high-usage periods.

3. Where to Buy Antminer S15 for Sale

Purchasing the Antminer S15 can be a straightforward process if you know where to look. Below, we explore some of the best avenues for sourcing this powerful miner. 3.1 Official Website The safest and most reliable way to purchase an Antminer S15 is directly from our official Mineurs World website. We occasionally runs promotions and restocks, making it an excellent place to check for the latest availability. 3.2 Authorized Resellers Many authorized resellers partner with Bitmain to provide buyers access to the Antminer S15. These resellers often offer warranties and customer support, an essential consideration when investing in such expensive hardware. Notable authorized resellers include: 3.3 Online Marketplaces Platforms like Amazon, eBay, and various cryptocurrency forums also have listings for the Antminer S15. When opting for these sites, ensure you check the seller's reputation, reviews, and warranty information to avoid scams and counterfeit products. 3.4 Local Mining Groups and Forums Local cryptocurrency mining groups, both online and offline, can be fantastic resources for sourcing equipment at competitive prices. Engaging with the mining community can also yield tips on where to find the best deals and networking opportunities.

4. Setting Up Your Antminer S15

Once you've acquired your Antminer S15, it's time to set it up for mining. This process entails selecting a mining pool, configuring your hardware, and ensuring your workspace meets environmental requirements. 4.1 Choosing a Mining Pool Joining a mining pool can significantly increase your chances of earning Bitcoin rewards. A mining pool is a group of miners who combine their computational resources to compete for block rewards. Some popular mining pools include: - Antpool - F2Pool - Slush Pool 4.2 Hardware Configuration Setting up your Antminer S15 involves connecting it to a power source, configuring the network settings, and managing the cooling arrangement. Follow the manufacturer’s guidelines for installation and configuration: - Connect the Antminer to a power supply. - Connect the miner to your internet router via an Ethernet cable. - Configure the miner's settings using the web interface. You will need to enter your pool's URL, username, and password for mining. 4.3 Environmental Considerations The Antminer S15 generates heat and noise, so ensure that you set it up in a suitable environment. Ideally, use a dedicated space with proper ventilation and insulation to mitigate noise and maintain optimal temperatures.

5. Calculating Potential Profits with the Antminer S15

Understanding the potential profitability of your Antminer S15 investment requires several calculations. You will need to factor in hash rate, power consumption, electricity costs, and Bitcoin prices. 5.1 Profitability Calculator Many websites offer Bitcoin mining profitability calculators where you can input the following variables: - Hash rate (28 TH/s for Antminer S15) - Power consumption (e.g., 1600W) - Electricity cost (in your local currency per kWh) - Pool fees - Bitcoin block reward and fee rates 5.2 Electricity Cost Electricity cost significantly impacts your mining profitability. Ensure you know your local electricity rates so you can better estimate your operational expenses. 5.3 Current Bitcoin Value Bitcoin's price fluctuates significantly. Your mining profitability can vary dramatically based on market conditions. Regularly monitor cryptocurrency market trends to adjust your strategy accordingly.

6. Pros and Cons of Antminer S15

Every mining rig comes with its advantages and disadvantages. Understanding these can help you make a well-informed decision. 6.1 Pros - High Hash Rate: The S15 is known for its powerful 28 TH/s capability. - Energy Efficiency: With around 50 J/TH efficiency, it reduces electric costs compared to many older models. - Compact Design: Its smaller size makes it easier to install in various environments. - Adaptability: The machine can work seamlessly with various mining pools. 6.2 Cons - Noise Production: The Antminer S15 generates considerable noise, making it less suited for residential settings. - Initial Investment: The upfront costs of purchasing an S15 can be significant. - Market Fluctuations: The profitability of mining can be heavily influenced by Bitcoin's volatile price.

7. Maintenance Tips for Your Antminer S15

Keeping your Antminer S15 in optimal condition requires regular maintenance. Below are some essential tips: 7.1 Routine Cleaning Dust buildup can hinder airflow and cooling efficiency, ultimately impacting mining performance. Regularly clean the miner's exterior and fans to maintain optimal operating conditions. 7.2 Software Updates Make sure to keep your miner's firmware up to date. Regular software updates can provide enhancements and ensure the best performance and security. Siacoin miner 7.3 Monitor Performance Continuously monitor your Antminer S15's performance using mining management software. Track important metrics such as hash rate, temperature, and power consumption for optimal operation.

8. Conclusion

Investing in the Antminer S15 can be a lucrative decision if approached strategically. This powerful miner is designed to deliver superior performance and energy efficiency, making it a perfect choice for serious Bitcoin miners. However, it is essential to conduct thorough research, carefully assess costs, and understand market dynamics to maximize your investment. For anyone considering entering the cryptocurrency mining space or looking to upgrade their current setup, the Antminer S15 for sale is an option worth exploring. From understanding its specifications to setting it up for optimal profitability, this guide has laid the groundwork for a successful mining experience. Call to Action Ready to start your mining journey? Explore different marketplaces, compare prices, and take the leap into the world of cryptocurrency mining today with the Antminer S15! Read the full article