#tiger skin pattern

[tapeskingdom]

abstract animal skin washi tape

[lususnatura]

vivienne westwood, 2001

[contempocrossstitch]

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[aniseandspearmint]

just having some fun with interesting fantasy imagery! Give it a reblog, if you play, please? And tell me WHY you picked what you picked if you want?

[notapradagurl7]

Hi, boo! Can you write something along the lines of reader being a little insecure from gaining a little happy weight and Kelvin assures and shows her that he still loves her and very much still wants to fuck her through the mattress? 😩😭

More Than Words.

Black Fem! Reader x Kelvin Harrison Jr.

Summary: See Ask. You’ve been feeling insecure about gaining a little happy weight, you walk into the kitchen and your man Kelvin cooks breakfast and noticed your mood, he begins to assure you, show you that he loves you very much, probably more than you loved him, still wants to fuck you through the mattress.

A/N: Yes I can lovely anon! Here you hope you enjoy! ❤️ don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open! Ask and you will receive 🫡

Warnings: dirty talk, praise, reader being insecure, nasty!Kelvin, words of affirmation, slight self-esteem issue, pet names, Kelvin literally fucking the reader through the mattress, cursing, filth, vivid imagery including words, unhinged Kelvin, nipple play, size kink, rough yet passionate sex, unprotected sex, kissing, Kelvin being so smitten for the reader, aftercare

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The warmth of the morning light kissed your dark brown skin while your deep brown eyes gazed at the full-length mirror where you stood in front of, it hung on the wall painted in a soothing leafy green hue, reminded you of quiet nature and the smell of breakfast food wafted through your nostrils. Your sanctuary became the bedroom for the past weeks, and your weight gain dawned on you recently.

It's been a lackluster loop of work and home, as you kept looking in the mirror before you left. The blankets became your safety from the world outside, and the reflection staring back at you was a stranger. Someone you didn't even recognize.

You tugged at your oversized shirt, wishing it could somehow hide the insecurities gnawing at you.

It was a beautiful yet lazy Sunday morning and you woke up early from another intrusive thought about your weight.

Your mind was both a pleasant and a troubling space; initially, it felt like a vibrant warm sunny day filled with red roses and the sound of chirping birds, but then it transformed into a dark rainstorm with a tornado swirling through your room.

But sometimes you forget that you were in control of what goes on in and goes out your mind, you were the empress of your own castle. What focused on, became a hot topic in your mind. You were still learning to not overthink, then it would be everything to you when it’s not.

A tumultuous grey thunderstorm was forming in the depths of your mind, with raindrops landing on your brain, each causing tears to spill from your eyes, flowing down your cheeks like salty cascades.

But all you could focus on was the way your curves had shifted, the way your body had changed. The slight curve of your hips, the fullness of your thighs softly jiggled with each step, and you inhaled sharply. Stench marks laced on your brown skin similar to tiger stripes, each one with a different pattern.

A part of you wished to retreat under the covers and escape from the world and its harsh criticisms of the unrealistic beauty ideals. You knew you were beautiful, but today, you didn't.

Escaping the confines of the room and distancing yourself from the mirror became increasingly necessary as your thoughts spiraled Into a messy whirlwind, It felt nearly unbearable, prompting you to leave swiftly with a determined resolve, giving you a sense of relief.

As you entered the kitchen, you found him standing at the stove, his back to you, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The muscles in his back flexed as he flipped the bacon, and your heart raced.

There was Kelvin, looking incredibly handsome as he prepared breakfast for both of you; even during your toughest times, he could lift your spirits and was a shining light in your darkest days.

Crispy bacon on the dishes, creamy scrambled eggs with a touch of cheese and pepper, accompanied by fluffy golden pancakes soaked in sugary syrup. Golden brown waffles on the side, as you favor them over pancakes, with orange and apple juices in transparent glass pitchers placed on a white polished porcelain counter.

Your stomach rumbled in anticipation, pouting your lip and you circled the counter. “Morning Kel,” you replied, your tone a bit sad and low.

“Good morning baby,” Kelvin’s voice broke through your thoughts, he grab a plate and set the breakfast food on it before passing it to you. Watching you walk over to the table and sit down, it was like a wave of emotion washed over the room. His eyes flickered back to you.

Kelvin hears the sadness in your voice and his face softened you in genuine concern, watching you eat your breakfast slowly.

You forced a smile, trying to shake off the cloud that hung over you. Kelvin turned, and his gaze met yours, those deep, soulful brown eyes sparkling with genuine affection. Watching you sit at the table alone, he walked over toward you and took a seat on the side.

He stepped a closer, washing his hands and wiping them on a towel before his eyes flickered back to you, “You okay? You seem a little off this morning.”

You pursed your lips a bit in sadness, trying not to let the clouds hang over your head. You knew he couldn't read your time, so you told him, “I’ve been insecure about gaining a little weight,”

“Y/N, you are absolutely gorgeous, I love you, adore every part of you. Those curves? They drive me wild, those stretch marks on your ass? I love those too,” He praised with assurance, kissing your forehead.

You felt the heat rush in your face from the words he spoke, sounding harmonic to your ears like music, deep down you knew he was right.

“You always know how to make me feel special hm?” You hummed softly, smiling while cupping his face.

“You’re everything I ever wanted, don't ever think that I will leave you. I’m still here and I’m not going anywhere, near you always,” Kelvin spoke up, his eyes reflecting his love for you.

“I love you, Y/N,”

“I love you too, Kelvin,”

With that, he swept you off your feet, his strength evident as he carried you back to the bedroom, your laughter mingling with his.

His booming footsteps onto the brown hardwood floors almost made you flinch as if it was a warning, slamming the door shut with the pad of his foot, his sinful grin plastered on his attractive face. Written of genuine adoration and smitten for you.

The mattress creaked faintly as he laid you down on your back, and you slipped off your shorts, and grey panties dropped on the soft deep green rug. Your tank top is taken off by Kelvin after that, your breasts drop out. Your brown areolas made him lick his plump, soft lips.

“May I touch you?”

“Yes, please, touch me, honey,” You breathed hitched, feeling his hands caress the softness of your stomach.

He easily slipped off his grey sweatpants and Calvin Kein boxers, while your pussy throbbed at the sight of his dark brown dick swaying against his thigh. His heavy ballsack dropped from the soft fabric.

“Come here,”

His hand cupped your breast and suckled on your nipple, your hands gripped the sheets tight and his fingers slid between your wet folds causing you to moan wildly, finger fucking you at a steady pace while his eyes flicked up at you. Watching your face contorted in pleasure.

“You have no idea how much I adore you, how every curve of your body pulls me in deeper, you’re so fucking, sexy,” He added, his mouth roughly sucking around your right nipple again, his tongue twirling around.

Taking your left nipple in his warm mouth, then letting it go. His face softened in pleasure, watching your titty bounce in his hand and groaning from it. He repeated the same way. his mouth sucking fervently, then letting your nipple go, bounced again. “Beautiful,” he moaned against your breast, his thumb flattened on your clit.

“Kelvin, you’re making me feel so good,” You gasped softly, your back arching for more. Hips rolling to his pace, becoming wetter as your essence splattered onto the sheets.

His hands cupped your breasts softly and pressed them together, you moaned again, Kelvin pulled back, his breath hot against your skin, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Good? Baby, I want you to feel amazing." His fingers danced lower, teasingly brushing against your inner thighs before diving back into your slick heat.

You could feel the tension building, a knot ready to untighten. His fingers pumping in and out of you, matching the rhythm of his mouth, your legs shaking. “Can I get a taste?”

“Yessss..” You moaned from his fingers curling up inside, his thumb circling your clit once he watched the wetness gathered around. Your body shaking with fervor, the thrones of pleasure flowed through you like a wave, washing over you. Kelvin gazed up at you with love in his eyes.

“You’re cumming already baby? That’s how you feel about me?” he teased with a grin, resuming to finger fuck you crazily.

He then dove his head between your legs, lifting your legs and holding them tightly under his arms, prying them wide open, his tongue gliding across your clit, and his finger kept moving. Your wetness spills onto his mouth, and screams leave you.

"Kelvin!" you cried out, the pressure overwhelming as you reached your peak.

"That’s it, baby, cum for me," he coaxed, his eyes locked onto yours as your body shook with pleasure. His voice deepened, making you wetter, and sending you over the edge. You were so close to getting there.

You felt the waves crash over you, your body arching off the mattress. Your essence spilled out immediately and he swallowed every drop, Breathless, you fell back against the sheets, panting, your heart racing.

He crawled back up your body, his lips brushing against yours. “I'm not done with your fine ass,” he replied with a grin.

You nodded weakly with a light chuckle, panting again. “I-i know that, Kel. I-i need to catch my breath.”

After a few more minutes, you said that you were ready to go before kissing him again.

“Bet, I’m about to fuck through this mattress, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you,” he grinned, leaning down to lick a path from your collarbone to the curves of your breasts, his mouth warm and possessive.

The veins in his dick protrude from your tongue gliding across your lips and a thick mushroom tip. Aching to be filled up and take every inch of him. Fuck, you needed him physically inside you. Thick beads of precum spilling out of his tip, he groaned with gruff, his voice a bit raspy, and beckoned for your call.

Kelvin pushed your legs back to the soft mattress of the king-sized bed, the white sheets freshly smelled of lemon and citrus, his eyes focused on your swollen wet pussy throbbing to be filled by his dick, itching to be one with your man who made you feel like an empress.

“Is there anything you want me to do gorgeous?” Kelvin asked with a grin, kissing your lips softly.

“Fuck me passionately yet roughly please,” You requested to him, stroking his dick in your hand.

He groaned from the touch of your thumb swirling onto his swollen tip, pushing every inch of him gradually to feel more of your walls clenched tightly, wetting his dick up. You moaned at the friction but you needed more, squelching sounds filling the room and echoing off the walls.

“That’s it, take every inch of what’s yours..damn..” Kelvin spoke up, biting his lips. Thrusting with relentless abandon, your wetness spilling down his abdomen, he wanted to dig out of it.

“Lay down on your back,” he said, his voice raised an octave, tone smooth like honey, rich and inviting.

You whimpered from the commanding tone, you rested back against the soft mattress, feeling the cool fabric on your heated skin. Kelvin hovered over you, positioning himself between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. “Kel…please…”

The heat flowed through you making you shake. You ached for him, he began rubbing his swollen tip against your wet slit just to tease you. That smirk of his return, “Please what? You gotta talk to me Y/N,”

“I need your dick, give it to me,”

With that, Kelvin slammed his dick into you as if he was wielding a weapon, the wet slapping noises filling the room of him diving into your deepest of creamy oceans, “Don't you see what you do to me?” he teased again, his head thrown back.

Your back arched instinctively, welcoming him deeper as he filled you up completely, his back muscles flexed once he drilled into you causing your hands to ball up in the sheets, with every thrust he fucked you deeper. “There’s right, wet this dick up, make a mess,” he encouraged, while you lost your mind. Your tears burned through your eyes, all you could was take every inch and scream in pleasure.

“Kelvin! Fuck! More!” you cried out, your nails scratch deep into his back causing the man to groan and hiss, you pushed your hips deeper, wanting more. The way he was fucking you, so roughly yet filled with undeniable tenderness, made you feel everything all at once.

“You’re so perfect, so sexy, so beautiful, everything about is perfect baby girl,” he whispered with a low groan. His eyes locked onto yours as he thrusts harder, the head of his dick brushing against your G-spot.

Your body shook underneath, your legs curling up near his waist, the pressure reached its peak, and you could see the colors of the room blurring from your tears. Ready to spill over and over again.

“Cum on this dick, I know you can do it, you got this baby,” Kelvin praisedz

After that, you feel that familiar knot tightened in your stomach, you felt your walls clenching around his dick, your essence gushed all over him completely. A wave of happiness washed over you, “Cum inside me,” you said weakly.

His own release following closely behind as he spilled his thick jets of warm cum inside you, you screamed loudly and felt everything. Now that was amazing, but thank goodness you were on birth control.

You both collapsed onto the mattress, breaths mingling in the bedroom. Kelvin rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he traced your features with his fingers, “You good baby?” he asked in concern.

“Y-yeah, I am, thank you Kelvin,” you said to him, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“Good, let’s go take a bath, yeah?” he hummed to you, kissing your forehead once more.

The man picks you up effortlessly and kisses your lips twice sweetly, giving you the love you know that you deserve. He carried you into the bathroom, running both of you a hot bath as he washed you clean and massaged your feet like the empress you are.

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[kyumisyumi]

Tentacles and Tendrils

Shaking off the rust and giving monster smut(writing in general) a shot again.

Prompt: monster partner is in rut/heat and the partner has to deal with it

Rating: 18+

Monster type: M!Merfolk x F!Reader

Word count: 6k

~Taking requests~

     You stare out at the unending, blue horizon. The cool ocean breeze preparing you for the temperatures of its water as you linger along the edge. You wore the company certified diving gear: a wetsuit, mask, BCD, the works. A spear weighed down one hand while a cylindrical container weighed on your shoulder. Hope and pessimism fought to be at the forefront of your mind as you scan the empty waters with heavy disappointment. This area was always relatively vacant, but not too far off you can spot a duo entering the water with matching gear. Their actions take you out of your haze, and with another gauge check you finally approach the water. Getting a feel for the sea's surge, you make your way in. And with practiced hands you slipped on your fins before turning to greet the seas with outstretched arms.

     Beneath the blue your body instantly goes into autopilot. Swimming was as natural as walking and these seas might as well have been a second home; a wayward beauty that will switch it's mood at a moments notice but home nonetheless. You took it all in, familiar as it may be, the ocean never stopped being a sight to behold. A world beneath our own full of wonderful blues, outstretched greens and terrifying blacks. The current had a bit of force behind it but nothing near the cruelty you knew any large body of water could deal. Your darting eyes couldn't help but search around, scanning everywhere for even just a hint of... There! You moved with haste. As much as you could as a land dwelling animal in aquatic terrain. You didn't get far before the shape you eagerly chased revealed itself to be just a particularly thick and unruly swatch of seaweed. You sigh internally before resolving to begin your original task.

     Nearing a gorgeous station of coral, you couldn't help but linger and watch the busyness. Schools of varicolored, itty bitty fish swimming through the equally colorful pseudo-flora. Despite your love for marine life, you never quite learnt the names of all the little guys much less how to differentiate between them, say for a handful that stick out. Your interest was usually for the larger lifeforms mother nature had to offer; you smiled as you watched a wary grey eel eye you with suspicion. Soon your eyes fell upon your reason for being here. It's bright red colors were slightly muted by the depths, with white tiger stripes outlined by black to break up the pattern. Its form was lined with spines and frills that flowed and fluttered with each graceful swish of it's body; an absolutely gorgeous creature. You readied your spear. The black strap trigger pressed into your skin as you carefully aimed, hoping not to hit anything but the target. It helped that the lionfish lingered in one spot before you speared it. You moved to put it in the container before opting to offer it to the eel you saw earlier. As gorgeous - and delicious - as they were, these guys were invasive here and the effects of their persistence was a constant strain to the native wildlife. They seemed highly concentrated around this sandy patch of substrate, driftwood and dead coral. It didn't take long after the first few kills for one of your friends to make their way over. Gently, you caressed the top of the nurse shark eyeing your spare eagerly, this one you named Lisa... or maybe it was Madeline. It was no surprise your face blindness extended to animals as well, even the cute ones that made your dives feel a little less lonely. The creature began gliding and swirling around you. You liked to believe the fondness was mutual but it was equally likely they were just in it for a meal. You speared another lionfish and offered it to the grey and white cutie.

     The spot you were in. The shark. The scenario. It brought back the memory of the first time you saw him.

     Back then you were collecting lionfish, same as now with a duo of nurse sharks tailing your every movement. At the time you were overly cautious, so you'd sit in one place, removing the venomous spines of the fish before handing them over. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, he'd been there for quite a while, watching you. From his position partially behind the rocks, you'd think he was hiding -or rather, on the defensive- but you just can't imagine something that big and powerful hiding from tiny 'ol you. Yes you had a spear but you doubt it would do you much good if he decided to attack. Merfolk. Given your job at the Aquatic Wildlife Center you were relatively familiar with them. Your company was more than welcoming when programs were made for them- as well as the other species- who showed interest in coexisting during the realm migration. The Merfolk you were familiar with, however, had to undergo numerous lessons on etiquette and culture to live among humans. The one near you now... The word 'feral' came to mind. You didn't quite like using such an animalistic term towards something that looked a little too human, someone that you knew had equivalent intelligence. His skin was primarily muted greens with a burst of parchment white down his chest and undersides of his arms. Unlike the fish tails merfolk were known for, this one's body ended in a myriad of tentacles, not unlike an octopus. Height wasn't exactly something you could measure but in terms of body mass he was more than twice your own. He seemed to tense any time you held direct eye contact so you settled on keeping him in your peripheral and keeping your movements slow and measured. You're not sure what he wanted but if he was content to just watch you, you didn't mind.

     The next time you went out for a dive he'd made another appearance, this time resting on the rocks instead of behind them. Looking at the way his tentacles gently swayed against the current, you realise the way they'd writhed restlessly the day before may have been a sign of anxiety. It tickled you that somehow, in his mind, you were a threat to be worried about. You'd never even been in a proper fight. His relaxed demeanor gave you a bit of courage and you contemplated offering him one of the lionfish but ultimately chose not to. Doing so would feel as though you were treating him like an animal at the petting zoo. Then again, he was watching you like an animal at a regular zoo, keeping his distance as if he thought you'd lash out at any opportunity. You focused on the task at hand. Either the sharks had developed more patience or they were full from yesterday, this time they seemed more interested in dawdling around and getting pets than playing Russian roulette with your spear. You'd gotten into a rhythm of pull, aim, release as you moved slowly across the sandy substrate with him never too far behind.

     On the third day he was almost as close as the sharks were. There was still a respectful distance but you'd only have to reach out your hand to touch him. Despite your determination to hold strong as he approached there was a hint of fear in your eyes when he first got closer. He wasn't threatening but the size difference was all to blatant up close, his chest so broad and arms so thick you didn't doubt they could snap you in half like an oatmeal cookie. In response he seemed to try to make himself look smaller, drifting at a lower level so that his head wasn't much higher than yours. This gave you a good look at his features, he had round pupils unlike the rectangular slits you associated with octopi, his sclera was a light grey and his irises a saffron yellow on downturned eyes. He didn't seem to have any patchwork of iridescent scales like your work colleagues. His eyes aside, everything about his face was sharp, from the hooked nose to the prominent chin and brow bone. As curious as you were, you tried not to look any lower than the slits along his neck; gills, in case your gaze made him uncomfortable. You briefly wondered if he'd try to say something once he got closer but he didn't, he just looked back with a gesture you interpreted as 'continue'. So you did.

There actually weren't anymore lionfish nearby so you decided to take a moment to clip the spines of the one on your spear, hoping to feed it to Joel the eel... or maybe this was Geoffrey. He took this lull in your movement as an opportunity to interact. You stared wide eyed as his hands reached out. It looked as though he was going to reach for your spear but thought better of it and reached out for your free hand instead. He took your smaller hand into his much larger ones. He inspected each finger, pulling them apart and tracing the curve in between, where his held a thin membrane. He ran a thumb over your blunt nails, where his held thick black claw. His movements were slow - cautious - and you get the feeling that it was more for your benefit than his. Wary as you were, you were equally enthused to learn more of the  man... fish... octopus being before you.  He inspected the sleeve of your wetsuit, running his fingers over the material. When it seemed like he was going to pinch the fabric between two claws you tugged your hand away, shaking your head in hopes the gesture was universal. Thankfully he understood. He then circled you to take in the rest of your form, a possible sign he understood touching anywhere else on your body might be unwelcomed. 

Unsurprisingly, he took particular interest in your legs, watching the way they swayed to keep you afloat. He didn't touch you yet you somehow felt pressure over every inch his eyes laid upon. Was this how your coworker felt during those awkward introductory meetings where there would always be one person asking to touch their fins. The memory made you giggle and the merman suddenly shifted his focus from your legs to your face. Your breath caught as his eyes focused on yours, it was mesmerizing how they looked as fluid as the ocean; the colors swaying as the black center zeroed in on you. For a moment you wondered what did you look like through those eyes. He raised a hand to rest his knuckles against your cheek. His gaze then lowered to your lips. Your body -so ready to flee when he first approached- now froze. No matter how much you tried to reinforce that his actions were of innocent curiosity you couldn't stop thinking they weren't. Or maybe you just hoped they weren't. Oh dear. Before you could figure out where your head was at, he pressed a thumb against your lips. There was a subtle shift in his features as he stared at you intently. A question? Was he asking to kiss you? Your heart sprinted. He wanted to kiss you... and you- you were actually considering it. You must be insane; yes you thought he was gorgeous in a unnatural -captivating- way but you weren't going to kiss a creature you haven't known for more than a few hours. You hadn't even exchanged words with him. Words... Oh! That was it! You would've face palmed  if your hands weren't occupied. He wished to speak, and prior knowledge reminded you that merfolk could adapt a language through lip contact. Well, that cleared your brain a bit. If that's the case surely you could spare your lips for a moment. It wouldn't have to be long, just the slightest peck was enough. A fraction of a second. He was patiently awaiting your answer, somewhat pulling back as if to tell you 'no' was a more than acceptable answer. With a tad more hesitation you finally nodded. You pulled out your mouth pieces, angling it downwards to prevent excess air loss. Trying to show some initiative you moved closer but you just couldn't bring yourself to close the kiss. Graciously he did and your lips met. Your rushing blood brought heat straight to your cheeks. It was such a minute amount of contact but your body responded as if he was already tongue deep inside. You felt... something. Like faint streams of electricity that moved from the corners of your lips to the center before vanishing. You figured it was the magic at work, now would be the time to move away but your body and brain can't seem to get on the same page. Or maybe they were on the same page and the voice telling you to move away was something foreign, something unwanted. You opened your eyes to see his, half lidded but looking at you with an intensity that couldn't be misconstrued. Neither of you wanted to break the contact. You're not sure where the confidence came from but just as you moved to press closer to him, your lungs reminded you where you were. They called for oxygen. It took more effort than you would like to admit to pull away from him and return your regulator to your mouth. You looked back at him to see his fingers pressed against his mouth, eyes swirling with mixed emotions. Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you but you swear he licked his lips. His adam's apple bobbed in his throat and he moved his lips as if testing the motions.

     "Can you understand me?"

     You nodded in the affirmative. And by Gods, the smile on his face could outshine the sun on a clear summer morning.

     This opened up the pathway to your budding friendship. Underwater, you couldn't have full conversations but with the barrage of questions he had there was hardly a need to speak. It especially amused you that he had to confirm that you were indeed human. Do humans walk everywhere? Do we forms pods? Do we dream? Do humans fly was a weird one to answer under the limitations. It was an eye opener to the fact that you were as alien to him as he you.

     At some point you remembered that you were on a timer and though there wasn't really a quota, resurfacing with only four lionfish would definitely not look good for you. You went back to spearing, trying to be quick while he asked about this and that. It only got better when you finally resurfaced. You perched on the old abandoned dock, it was barely more than a couple planks of wood hanging on for dear life. You were especially glad that this area remained as vacant as when you left so you didn't have to worry about worried/wondering gazes at the two of you.

     Unfortunately diving was only something you could do 2 maybe 3 times a week, it was essentially a freebie session offered to break up the office work you dread. Still, even after you clocked out, you'd take a stroll to that same dock where he'd be waiting beneath the surface. You learnt that, though most merfolk would declare otherwise, his species wasn't rare. Just distant and reclusive. The only reason he was close enough to the shore to spot me was because he seeked a precious stone to complete a trade. Based on his description you believed it was Larimar or Blue calcite, which you may have in your personal collection. When you asked why he decided to approach you, his answer was a sideways glance and a shrug before quickly changing the subject. There were moments, you noticed, when he'd rest his arms along the wooden planks and caress your overhanging legs. The movements were slow and feather light, almost absent minded. It made your mind fuzzy, you wished to just close your eyes and focus on nothing but the feel of his skin against yours. Occasionally, he would gently rake a claw over your soft skin and you'd try your best not to trip over your words. In return, you'd run your fingers over the mix of tentacles and tendrils that sprouted from his head- similar to hair. The prehensile limbs would wrap around your fingers. The gestures were unmistakably intimate but neither of you spoke against it. Amongst the many questions and conversations would be these moments of content silence, these you treasured most. His hands on you, your hands on his, as you both enjoyed the world around you and each other.

     Now those memories fill you with a hollow feeling in your chest. It's been almost a week with no sign of him. What had you expected, really? He has a life down below that he has to attend to after all. Even you have missed a day or two. What if he's hurt? The question gnawed at you many times these past few days; you despised the small part of you that preferred that outcome over having been left behind. But then the idea that somewhere down there he was facing unknown perils that you'd have no means to help him with would solidify in your mind. No, you'd rather the hurt of having been abandoned. Summoning your mental fortitude, you aimed to focus on the task at hand before you accidentally harm one of the sharks by being distracted. There was a new face this time... at least you thought they were new. They nuzzled your body as if sensing your distress and to your delight; it helped

     Seconds dragged into minutes then hours before it was time for you to get out. You wished you could say you were strong enough to just go but instead you swam around for a bit; hoping. Praying. But there was nothing around except you, the water and your pitiful heartache.

     Above land you safely shed the equipment. The smart thing to do would be to go home as soon as possible. To finish your day, change your clothes and curl up in blankets while playing some video games. However, you've always been a creature of habit so instead you sat at the old dock. Alone. The sun was so warm but the winds were relentless, they licked at your skin as if trying to shoo you away. Maybe this was Poseidon's way of telling you to get over it. It's not like there was anything between the two of you. You'd only known him for a handful of weeks after all, that's barely enough time to form a friendship much less... As if shutting down the thought, your brain replayed a memory of him pressing his face against the palm of your hand with pure bliss etched into his features. As if your touch alone could push away all his problems. Then there was the time you touched your forehead to his during a momentary spur of boldness. The look he gave you spoke so loud in the silence. You would've kissed him then if not for your shyness winning  out. That was one of the last moments you'd shared before his disappearance. A treasure in your heart that now caused you pain. Packing up your things, you got up to leave, however something clutched your ankle. Something, rather, someone you recognized all too well.

     You gasped violently as you were dragged down. Thank goodness you did because it was all the air you'd get to take with you in your rapid decent below. He shifted so instead of being pulled by his tentacles, you were fastened to his side by a firm arm. He stared straight forward as he swam, allowing you only to see the tendrils whipping around the back of his head. You could hardly process how fast you were going down the bottomless blue. The water shifted from a bright, comfortimg azure to ultramarine as you went deeper and deeper. Your panic rose the further he swam, which did your lungs no good. Was he trying to drown you!? You couldn't call out, couldn't scream so you tugged and pulled at his thick, unyielding arm, trying desperately to get him to stop. He turned to you then, there was a look of pained and haunted thoughts scribed into his face. The lovely grey of his sclera had darkened into a soulless black making the yellows of his eyes that more vibrant, almost glowing in the waters inky depth. The word 'feral' again came to mind as he blinked his second eyelids. He looked at you and looked at you and looked even more. As though his eyes processed one thing but his brain was stuck on something else. It took a moment but he finally said your name. Not said, growled it. His usually velvety deep voice was now strained through gravel. He pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your hair, your heart would be fluttering were it not currently banging in your chest wondering where the hell was the oxygen it ordered. You tried, you really did, to struggle against his hold. Hoping he'd wake up from whatever spell he was under and bring you back to solid ground. Hell, you'd make an attempt to swim for it, knowing how futile it would be. But once his long tongue was on your throat you became putty in his arms. You feel three distinct fingers rake against the other side of your neck as he nipped at you. You can't tell if your breath hitched or your lungs made another vain attempt to reach for air. You raised a trembling hand, trying to alert him to your situation but he seemed solely focused on tasting your skin.

     "Breathe." He spoke in-between licks, his tongue venturing down to your clavicle, and you wondered if he'd actually gone mad. His hooded eyes met yours and he repeated the word.

     It didn't matter anymore, the choice was no longer yours. You had held onto that final breath for dear life but it was time for that life to come to an end. A stream of bubbles left your horrified lips as you now fought not to breath in; that was a far shorter battle. You inhaled, preparing for the sting of water invading your airways in it's rush to your desperate lungs. For your body to heave and cough as the waters reminded you you were not it's friend but a guest who had overstayed their welcome. Would your body float up to be picked at by birds or sink to be fodder for the sea floor scavengers? You waited and waited. But... It never came. You, somehow, were breathing air. Opening your eyes in confusion, you looked around to see if you were suddenly back on land, if all this was some dream or hallucination spurred on by your guilt and heartbreak but no. You were still surrounded by the open seas and all it's inhabitants. Your breaths felt slightly strained but you weren't going to complain about life saving miracles. Especially when a giant tentacled man was tracing his finger down your spine. Now that your life was no longer at risk(mostly) you calmly rest your palm against his head, trying again to get answers out of him. He stilled, dissolving into your touch as he had many times before. You saw a bit of clarity in his eyes before he closed them.

     "I'm sorry." He said after a moment, his voice was lustful and strained, like a warning sign dipped in want and desire. "It started; my heat. I tried to stay as far away as I could but when all sense had escaped my mind the only thing left were thoughts of you." He pulled you closer, his eyes remained closed as if one look at you would break the little control he had. "I thought I had overcome it when I began searching for... Methods for you to survive beneath the waters. But the moment I had my answers it overtook me. It possessed me. It still does. I want you...desperately but only if you'll have me."

     You listened to his words, in confusion then understanding. Then you actually understood! Oh! Suddenly your body had forgotten all it's woes, focusing on your core instead. He wanted you. You bit your lip in thought, noticing that the water couldn't pass some unseen threshold of your mouth. You wanted him, you couldn't even pretend to deny that but... Was there a 'but'? You searched your tainted mind for excuses but your brain and your body were again in unison, the only outlier was you. You slid your hand up his face and caressed a cranial tendril, he opened his eyes and you felt his body vibrate. Purring.

     You didn't have the courage to look him in the eye when you spoke. "I will." You consented.

     He was on you instantly. His lips crashed into yours with reckless need. There was no slow build up, no questioning nor tentative tongue touches. His tongue snaked pass your lips and devoured you in kind. His large hands ran down either sides of your body, meeting when they both grabbed at your ass. There they lingered, kneading your flesh through the stretchy materiel, before one devious hand ventured even lower. You felt him slide a finger along the fabric covering your sex. Back and forth, his finger glided creating a nice little friction that almost touched your eager clit. Your hips moved on their own, seeking the contact. You craved more of his touch and suddenly the thin, synthetic rubber was a dense barrier. As if hearing your thoughts, there was the slightest pinch against the crook of your behind before a sudden coldness seeped in. You could feel him carefully swipe his claw to just above your clit, creating a opening in the fabric. The new sensation of cold wetness against you warm sex made you gasp but it was soon replaced by the warmth of his... hand? No, the texture was far different. Before you had a chance to investigate, the feeling of suction against your clit gave you all the answers you needed. Something between a gasp and a moan left your lips, the sound must've pleased him greatly because he tore himself away from your mouth to look into your eyes. The limb covered your whole sex, with the tip lightly teasing your entrance but it was that one suction cup upon your clit that was really putting in the work. It took a rhythm that was brain meltingly pleasant against the sensitive bud, thoroughly teased by his phantom touches prior. A sudden surge of pleasure began to build causing you to reflexively try to squeeze your thighs together. However, the  action was impeded by two tentacles quickly wrapping around your legs to keep them parted. They squeezed as if to reaffirm their hold on you. He took your chin in his hand and watched you intensely as you came undone from the stimulation. His grip was light but unyielding when you tried to turn away. Closing your eyes would lead to him stopping completely until they fluttered open again to meet his. He would take in every dip in your throat, every curve in your lips, every crease beneath your eyes and flush upon your cheeks. He wouldn't miss a moment of your first orgasm at his hands. His gaze was dizzying, as if whatever possessed him was now reaching out for you.  Having him inspect you with such cold fondness only made the experience that more salacious. The rising tide of pleasure finally crashed and you were left a buzzing, panting mess. With a look of gratification he released your chin, wrapping his arms around you once more to knit your body to his.

     "You're so beautiful." He cooed before trailing off into words of his own language.

     You didn't get a moment to say anything back before you felt something probe against your opening. One of his tentacles slid inside you fully, welcomed and aided by the slick lube of your still pulsing walls. You shuddered in his arms, thankful for the support. It was a comfortable fit and suddenly you're reminded that it's been ages since anyone has had you like this. It made the experience slightly more alien atop the fact that you were being intimate with a lust driven sea-beast. Rather than the expected thrusting, the appendage grazed along your insides. It twisted and pushed as if getting a feel for you, learning you before pulling back out. The sudden emptiness made you whimper, you looked at him, ready to beg if need be but it didn't come to that. You felt your entrance being prodded again. It was the familiar tip of a tentacle, ready to enter you once more. However, the more it pushed, the wider it got; so very much wider. And Gods, it held a bumpy texture that was absent before. Just as your mind went hazy you realised it was two of them, wrapped around each other. It finally gave you the thrusting motion you desired, it's ribbed texture grazing parts of you that remained untouched for too long. Your movements were limited but you attempted to grind against each wonderful thrust, moaning your delight with feather light whispers. This was all too good, soft and pliable enough that it writhed inside you but firm enough to press against your hungry womb.

Despite all senses seemingly being focused on your trembling hole you felt something press against your stomach, forcing it's way into the tiny space between your body and his. You peek downward to see the spearheaded tip of what you assumed was his cock. Suddenly, his preparation of your cunt made sense, you'd expected him to be big but geez. It was identical in color to his body, darkening at the tip in a similar fashion to his fingers. It throbbed and twitched as he began to grind against you. Even with two tentacles stretching your insides, your greedy eyes craved the feel of it. Craved the connection to him. You reached down and grasped it at the base, shock almost pulling you out of your haze when it wrapped around your hand. It tightened as if begging for more of your touch. You acquiesced and began running you hands up and down his massive length, taking great pleasure in the way his body vibrated with resonating groans. His thrusts inside you growing wilder, taking you further and further and you were determined to take him with you. His voice held a softer, pleading tone as it goaded you on, praising you between strained hisses. His cock swelled and hardened, his words devolving into senseless mumbles. The limbs inside you became more erratic as his pleasure grew. His grip on your body tightening to the point of leaving small tears in your suit and nicks in your skin. He released a long animalistic huff as he coated your arm in slimy white fluid, your body responded by coating his tentacles with your own. You rest your head against his chest, moving in time with his heavy breaths, counting them as you both recovered. You're not sure when he began moving you but suddenly you were face to face. He kissed you. Slowly. Gently. Tasting and savoring you.

     "Do you think you could take me, my treasure, or do I need to stretch that greedy hole of yours even more?" He asked between kisses.

     Words were beyond your tired brain so you just nodded. As spent as your body was, this moment would not feel complete until he was inside you. Slowly, as if moving you too much too quickly could break you, he turned you around so that your back was pressed against his chest. He snaked his hands around you -he really did seem to love having his arms on you-, one hand moving to grope your breast while the other traced a line down your stomach to caress your mound. You feel his lower half angle itself to bring his leaking member to your slick opening. Oh so slowly you feel him slide into you, spreading you wider with each inch. You couldn't help but try to squirm against him but his hands held you steady. He was only half way in when your body began to show resistance. He started pulling out slowly and thrusting into you, getting a little bit further each time.

     "You're being so good for me." He whispered just above your ear, his voice held a lovely cadence. Singsong; as if haunted by a melody that compelled his body to move.

     You couldn't hear it but you felt it, it rang through your body with each sway of your hips and out your lips with each whine. Down to the way he held you, like an instrument to be adored. Every moan a crescendo and every voice stopping bite at your neck a diminuendo. He was playing you and you were loving every moment of it. In and out, in and out like he was timing bars on sheet music. That was up until the flat, tapered tip hit the deepest part of you; he'd hilted. Then everything stopped. Fermata. You're only warning for what was to come were the tentacles that slithered around your legs to ground you. You hardly even felt him pull out, just the force as he thrust fully into you. The sound that left your mouth was a guttural whine of shock and pain. He kept going.  Slamming. Pounding. Taking your body over and over. It hurt and yet you desired more. He fucked you like he was craving this moment his whole life. Your body eased and the pain slowly dissolved into pleasure, never quite leaving but become something more. Something better. Something wholy obscene. Your body was an inferno in the cold, dark water. Pleasure overtook you; you no longer felt like a person, just a mass of emotions and senses. You could hear his grunts and growls behind you, the sounds he made were truly animalistic. Wild. Primal. Savage. As though he couldn't fathom being anything but a creature of vulgarity. Couldn't fathom doing anything but driving himself into you. Desired nothing more in the world than to fill the emptiest parts of you. Your walls tightened around him, as if intending to learn every bulge and vein of his cock. Pulling and sucking him in with no desire to let him go, that was where all your strength went. You felt the recognizable build of another orgasm and judging by way his pliable member was now a hardened monolith, he wasn't far off.  He no longer needed to lead, you danced with him as you both came together. His seed seeped out of him, filling every bit of (nonexistent)space inside of you before oozing out. He continued to thrust, making sure you milked his cock for everything he had. It's throbbing was like a heartbeat inside you.

     You collapsed against him, laying your head flat against his chest, your cheek barely touching the flesh above his heart. After a moment you looked up to see him already staring down at you, the affection in his eyes fueled your already thrumming heart. A moment of tenderness as the tainted waters surrounding you both whisked your indecencies away.  His sclera lightened to their usual soft grey. An eagerness popped up on his face as he seemingly wanted to ask you something then but thought better of it. A somber look taking over his features instead. Using what little strength remained in your body, you turned fully to him. He immediately took your head in both his hands and rest his forehead against yours.

     "I- Did i hurt you?"

     "Did-" You gave him a droll look. "Did you hurt me??" You flicked his head. Well, you tried but there was less than no force behind your fingers. "Of course you did. Lucky for you I enjoyed it."

     "I'm so sorry, I'll be gentler next time." He sounded genuinely apologetic. "If you would allow for a 'next time'."

     "There better be."

     "And a time after that?"

     "Don't push your luck, ocean boy."

     You felt him smile against you. It may have been an innocent one but you couldn't help but wonder if he was already plotting.

     He took you above land after that and you thanked the Gods above that your towel and pack was still waiting for you. At least you could walk(limp) to the company building without catching a charge for indecent exposure. He watched you from his usual spot on the dock. His downturned eyes hooded by his lashes had him looking like a distraught child watching their best friend board a plane to unknown lands. Did he think he scared you away? That you'd never return? Maybe as a bit of revenge you'd let him believe it.

((You also had to deal with the urge to sink into the floor at the knowing and amused looks on your merfolk coworker's face every time they saw the marks on your neck D:))

[nottogetpoliticalbutwtfisoatmeal]

ok guys guys hear me out:

robloxians adapt to their environment quicker than humans. so for each area discovered, the locals have different traits and physical appearance.

BizvIlle:

as close to humans as you can get

green meadows and plenty of sun means not a lot of danger to adapt to

regular sleeping habits

the most human-looking body types you'll find. Sometimes hair matches skin color.

Omnivorous and fairly diurnal.

One of the most welcoming and friendly communities, like an animal with no natural predators.

David Buszuki

Notable characters from Bizville: Player (not including Noobador's family b/c i hc them to be imps native to somewhere else.)

Roadtown:

despite the fact it says it's 'the sunniest town in roblox' im just gonna say this place is like Scandinavia. cmon if they weren't adapted to the cold why is there snowflake rugs and log cabins

robloxians native to here have hairs all over their body, even their skin. It's thin and short, but definitely there.

Their hands and feet have sort of paw pads on them to help them grab things and keep traction in the snow. Between these paw pads thick fur keeps their extremities warm

Their eyes go from reflecting blue light in the winter to thickening their corneas to avoid snow blindness in the summer. Their eyes change color during the seasons to show this.

Their coats change as well, many light-blonde and white-haired characters dawning brunette and ginger colors in the spring.

Combing one's fur is a tedious habit that robloxians do themselves. If someone else does it, it's usually a loved one.

Hibernation is real. Incredibly real. If you come into Roadtown during December, expect no one to be awake, let alone outside.

Robloxians need extra fat to weather the winter. A Roadtownian has more subcutaneous fat than any other robloxian. It's just biology.

Families and friends usually spend hibernations curled together in a giant cuddle pile in one of the rooms to conserve the most warmth possible. Hugs are not only fun but tactical.

Notable characters from Roadtown: Mayor Monty, Accountant Jim, Banished Knight, Cruel King

Turitolopis:

turitpolis is in the jungles of africa and you can rip that headcanon from my cold dead hands.

Due to the hot, humid temperatures, sweat glands are bigger and skin is more permeable. Turitopolians are always covered in a thin sheen of sweat and grease. Think of a tree frog.

Due to this permeability, if a turitopolian's skin dries out they can get very sick. This isn't usually an issue unless they go somewhere less humid.

Love of water and cooling liquids. During summer it is not uncommon for the entire village to enter a lake or mud puddle.

There's so much vegetation in the way. But instead of try an eliminate these stray branches and vines, turotopolians have a natural talent for brachiation. It's rare for a long travel to consist entirely on the jungle floor.

This also means you can find a turitopolian lounging on a tree branch taking a nap. They don't find anything weird about it.

Their skin can be a variety of colors, but usually their skin has some sort of pattern on it to camouflage them. Think tiger stripes and butterfly swirls.

Some turitopolians have venomous fangs. This is supposedly only a trait the mayor's family has. The venom is more to endure physical pain than to stop prey from moving.

Loud. Everyone is loud. Dancing, eating, talking, crying, singing, arguing, laughing, even sleeping. They're just naturally loud, and can stand out when put in more quiet civilizations

Notable characters from Turitopolis: Mayor Thaniyel, Griefer, Bigfoot, Komodo Dragon

below is demo 4

Vermillion Village:

Hot, hot, hot! Vermillion is inspired by the vast deserts of egypt and the middle east

With the land made of sand, vermillions have padded feet to keep them from scorching on hot rocks.

Feet are long and wide compared to skinny legs, keeping them afloat on the sand.

Long, thick eyelashes help keep sand out of the eyes during windy days and sandstorms.

They have small, camel-esque tails that help swat at bugs.

Vermillions actually have fat reserves in parts of their body. This seems counter-intuitive, but actually helps them go long amounts of time without food and keeps them warm during freezing desert nights.

Very small sweat glands to conserve as much water as possible.

Black markings on their eyes reduces sun glare and helps them see on sunny days.

Tough stomachs have a multitude of bacteria that can digest rotting matter like carrion or wilted vegetation.

Some houses have underground compartments where vermillions can burrow down into to warm up in the night.

Notable characters from Vermillion Village: all those fucking camels, The Great Flocci, Temple Guardian, The Ancients, Finn McCool

[cakypa120]

The appearance of the mergers depends on the people who merge, here are the most common merger appearances.

Super Marvel (Billy + Mary)

A muscular woman, two meters and thirty centimeters tall, in the characteristic Captain Marvel costume, her black hair is braided in a braid that reaches the ground. It is known that Billy and Mary merge into Super Marvel for the sake of jokes on the League, so that everyone feels small and has complexes. It is considered the strongest merger among the others. Even a merger of three people is not able to defeat it.

Speed (Darla + Freddy)

A dark-skinned guy in a blue and purple suit. Blue and purple alternate on his legs and arms. The most interesting part of the suit is his bare feet. The nature of the merger is joyful. The fastest of the mergers. Freddy and Darla merge purely for their own pleasure and to mock the villains, because they can't keep up with Speed. Also very good at flying.

Anvil (Darla + Pedro)

A tall man, slightly sinewy rather than muscular. His skin has dark patterns similar to tiger stripes. His suit is without a cape and is brown (nobody knows why). The fusion power decreases when he runs. A special feature of the suit, besides the color, is that it has pockets. His hair is brown and darkens towards the end, and is smoother at the roots and becomes curly towards the ends. He often gets into trouble (Darla is to blame for everything).

Two-Faced Princess (Darla + Mary)

A woman whose face and body are divided into two parts. Brown and white. Facial expressions depend on Darla and Mary. Darla's part is most often happy and smiling, and Mary is serious. This looks quite strange to others. The suit is the color of a ripe plum. One leg is in the suit, and the other is without it.

Electro (Freddy + Eugene)

An Asian man in a dark gray suit. On his hands and feet are heavy gold gloves and boots. The gloves have sharp claws, through which electricity sometimes passes. Despite the fact that Freddy and Eugene merge, the merger behaves seriously and is more boring. More often, this merger is used to investigate super complex puzzles and crimes, so Batman deals with him more often. He likes to fly calmly and drink black coffee.

Zigzag (Billy + Freddy)

The suit turns purple and Solomon's blessing disappears. Therefore, he acts impulsively and recklessly. Everyone remembers how Zigzag flew into the mouth of an alien monster and literally ate its heart. Easily excitable and often gets scolded by Mary.

Eclipso (Mary + Freddy)

A woman in a red and blue suit and heels. The cloak is white and shorter than the waist. A brilliant tactician with a very changeable character. Sometimes she is serious, sometimes she laughs at a stupid joke about shit. She swears very dirty and is not embarrassed about it. The heels are steel and she uses them as a weapon.

Other fusions are rarely used, for example Storm (Billy + Pedro) was only used once during a battle on an alien planet. There is also a new cult named after Storm. Collapse (Mary + Eugene) blew up a star, so it is not used due to its huge destructive power. Beam (Pedro + Eugene) was also banned due to a huge lightning bolt that left a mark on the far side of the moon and which almost destroyed the satellite.

[skreebat]

The OUAW brain rot continues.

I love their designs! And I wanted to have a little fun figuring out how I want to draw them, with my own little tweaks and self indulgent details. :)

Originally, I only meant to draw Frost, to figure out what kind of body type I wanted to give him. Then I ended up drawing the whole part, partially as a reference to myself. Also got their canon heights on a chart and put them all together for fun and for reference. c:

Some design tweak notes under the cut, if anyone’s curious! These aren��t redesigns or whatever, I just had some ideas in mind while sketching them in a way that fits my art style.

Design notes copied directly from my server:

🔥Gid THICK BOY. He's not really a bodybuilder but he exercises and is very muscular. And he eats! A lot. So, thick boy. Scars from all the fighting. The wrists and ankles are because of his past.

I like giving his hair and beard a lot more fire. Body hair also glows fiery, it's just less bright.

🐊Kremy I figure he's the skinniest of the group after Torbek. Most of what I did is a happy medium between references of alligators, the official art, and just my art style. Mostly game him scale patterns, more alligator-like feet, and changed the tail a bit, but it's hard to tell from this angle. Not much body definition because he's a squishy magic user and a gator lol

🐯Frost Fit but not defined. Kinda thick-ish, since he's a tiger, so there's loser skin and thick layer of fur. Digitigrade because I say so.

☹️Torbek Not much changed, mostly gave him more tubes, gave him bald patches where they connect to his skin (and didn't make those are infected looking as I imagine tbh), made him fuzzier, and gave him bigger ears because I like em. Also you can't see it in this angle but I like giving him a small fuzzy tail.

🐾Gricko Fit arms, but he doesn't exercise, so he gets a bit of a tummy. Scars because of his interest in monsters, and his various accidents. Wilder hair. Freckles and moles because I say so. Decorated hair (including feathers from Hootsie!)

🍄Twig Not much really?? Went by her description, the plushie and an emote of her that exists. Made her chubbier because I wanna. Originally made her hair all curls…might go back to that. Also freckles because cute.

Do you have your own headcanons for details of what they look like? :)

-- [BTW I do commissions]

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You see Dabi and decide that you want a shiny new toy. As a treat.

Pairing: Dabi/F! Reader

Content Warning: Non-con/Dub-Con, Kidnapping, Dabi is the victim, Yandere/Stalker Reader, Smut, Lingerie, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Submissive Top Dabi, Power Bottom Reader, Noncon Bondage

Word Count: 2.8k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Idk man, I just wanna snatch him up & love him :(

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The first time you see him, you're captivated.

Maybe it's his unique looks or maybe it's that bird quirk gene from somewhere in your family tree, comparing the swaths of dark purple scars and pretty, glittering staples to patterns and plumage.

But either way, the patterns of his scars along pale skin are a mosaic, the staples holding him together are pretty, shining in the glow of the azure flames that dance like life itself in his matching eyes beneath midnight hair, his smile wide and sharp and bright.

He's so very bright. Like the sun, like the stars, like life.

He's so very dangerous. Like a tiger, like a snake, like a dragon.

He's so very beautiful. Like fire, like the belladonna, like a supernova.

And you know, in that moment, that you have to have him.

*****

It's almost pathetically easy.

All you had to do was go to the bar he frequents, bat your eyes in his direction, and he's all over you.

And though that's nice and all, you know men are fickle creatures, and you know all he wants is someone to fuck for the night and never see again.

You can't have that now, could you?

No, of course not.

He's yours, he just doesn't know it yet.

Though, he will.

He will.

He will know it, and he will accept it, and if he doesn't yet, he'll learn.

He easily follows you back to your house, not caring all that much because really, what could you do to him?

Apparently, injecting him with a fast acting quirk supressant laced with tranquilizer as soon as he enters the door wasn't on his list.

The last thing Dabi sees as he passes out is your hauntingly sweet smile.

*****

After a bit of struggle, because you underestimated how much a tall, grown man would weigh, you finally have him tied to the big, comfy bed in his new room in your basement.

Hands tied on either side of his head to the headboard, his ankles secured just enough so he wont be able to kick, but loose enough to bend his knees, he lays stripped down to his boxers.

Gorgeous.

He looks rather peaceful asleep, face relaxed and hair splayed out like a dark halo on the soft pillow below him.

With your time almost up, you strip down to your underwear, the black lingerie you bought especially for him sits soft against your skin. The intricate lace delicate, the fabric perfectly molding to your body, sculpting your curves while enhancing your natural shape; the bit of sheerness to the bra showing your nipples.

You look delectable and you know it.

The soft rustle of the sheets and a quiet groan brings your attention back to the bed. Seeing Dabi waking up, you sit beside him on his right, legs crossed as you push the hair out of his face where it fell from his movement.

Pretty blue eyes blink open sluggishly at first before snapping open, immediately tugging at his restraints and pulling on his quirk, but all that does is rub at his wrists and make his skin pleasantly heated, like he simply has a bad fever. Molten blue glare at you as he snarls, "Where the fuck am I?!"

Dabi is confused. He's pretty sure you're not with the heroes, this wouldn't be how they restrained him, but he also doubts some other upstart villain group is stupid enough to even attempt to pull this shit, so he needs answers.

You smile sweetly at him, like one would a barking puppy, as you run a finger down his cheek, along his jaw to his chin, tilting his head up to hold him in place. "Your new home."

His expression shifts from angry confusion to amused confusion. Though he is still angry, he's curious to see how this plays out.

Humouring you, he asks, "And what the fuck makes you think I'm staying here?"

"Well, you don't exactly have a choice, hm?" You lean down, chest pressing against his, trailing your lips up his throat to his jaw, muttering into the scarred skin. "No quirk, tied up like a present just for me, and no one knows where you are? I get to have you all to myself." Your voice is a purr in his ear as you nose at his neck.

He schools his face into a mask of indifference, "And what do ya want with me, huh?" he asks condescendingly.

You pull back to look at him, amused, because even through the adorable facade of fearlessness, you can see the nervousness in the sweat beading at his brow, the shifting of his eyes, can hear it in his voice and the beat of his heart.

Humming, you gesture to yourself clad in lace. "Isn't it obvious, baby?" At his silent glare, you cup his cheek and coo, "I just want you, silly."

"Ah, of course, you're fuckin' insane." He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

You giggle, because, well, obviously.

You decided that the perfect one for you is one of the most wanted villains.

Obviously.

At his bewildered look, you just smile and slowly drag your hand from his cheek down his throat and chest, familiarizing yourself with the feel of his skin, as you purr, "Maybe. But I do want you.", before gripping his cock through his boxers, making him jerk. "All of you."

A pause.

"Oh?"

Your little darling is already getting excited.

How adorable.

A sly smile spreads across your face as you feel him hot and heavy in your palm, not fully hard yet but getting there.

Palming at his clothed cock, coaxing him to hardness, you coo, "Now what's got you this excited already, hm? Is it seeing me like this, or being tied up?" You can't help but tease him, and oh what a treat the result of that teasing is.

He grits his teeth, turning away in embarrassment, though it did nothing to hide the sweet blush on the healthy skin of his cheeks.

"Aww, don't be shy. I'll even help you with it. Aren't I generous?" You giggle, freeing his now fully hard dick from its confines.

He lets out a hiss as the cool air meets his hot flesh as you bite your lip and supress a shudder at the sight of him.

About seven inches long, deliciously thick and curved, hard and flushed a pretty pink...Yes, this would do nicely.

Truly the perfect choice.

"Sure, so fuckin' generous. Look, I don't fuck crazy. So—" He sneers, but you cut him off, running your thumb over the head and smirking lopsidedly at the way Dabi's hips jolt and the words catch in his throat.

"I'm crazy for wanting you? Don't be like that baby." You know damn well what he means but, well, it's fun to tease him.

"You're fuckin' crazy for tyin' me up in your basement, you psycho bitch!" He spits, glaring, as though he isn't thoroughly trapped and painfully hard; and though he tries to pretend he isn't, he can't hide it, his dick and eyes both betraying him.

You just hum dismissively before making a show of leaning down to press a kiss to his cockhead, before lolling your tongue out, letting your saliva drip down onto his erection, and spreading it; coating his shaft with it for an easier slide.

Dabi groans, bucking up into your touch as you squeeze gently, twisting your wrist.

"There you go," you coo, your tone equal parts fond and patronizing. "Isn't that better, sweet thing? No need to kick up a fuss..." Dabi snarls and tries to jerk his hips away, but you just giggle softly.

And then, like the psycho bitch you are, you pull out a fucking knife.

He freezes at the sight of the sharp blade, staying completely still as you slowly cut his boxers off, the knife only a few inches from his skin. He's careful not to struggle or even breathe until you're done.

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief when the knife is set aside along with the scraps of his underwear, he glares when you chuckle under your breath, before his breath hitches as you grip him again.

You stare directly into his eyes as you stroke his length, murmuring softly, "Such a pretty cock."

Dabi moans at the praise, eyes slipping shut, twitching in your grasp, before he chokes back his sounds, and stills his hips; nails digging into his palm as he clenches his fists, biting his lip to muffle his noises.

And that just won't do.

"No, no, baby, I wanna hear you." You breathe. "You're so pretty baby, you know that, don't you?"

His expression contorts, brows furrowing as his hips give an involuntary jerk; a pearl of precum beading at the tip of his cock and he barks out a harsh laugh.

"So you're crazy and blind. What, you gonna say I'm not scary either?" He says sarcastically, jaw clenching.

"Scary? Fuck, you're perfect, sweetheart..." you murmur, cupping his face in your left hand, thumb caressing his cheekbone.

He ignores you, wanting to light you up with his flames, see if you can still spout your bullshit while you're burning alive. You're just another psycho who doesn't know what you got yourself into.

You pout, "Look at me, baby, please? Let me see those pretty eyes, hm?", all while your hand languidly pumps him.

Dabi squirms under your touch, knowing he should want to escape from the pleasure, but rolls his hips up into your fist instead and complies, eyes slowly peeling open.

You should be terrified of him, with his looks and reputation, with the inherent danger that he is.

And yet, you're staring at him like he's the most beautiful thing you've ever set your sights on.

His eyes are glassy and hazy and gorgeous. You smile and can't help yourself, leaning in to press a kiss to his mismatched lips, muttering, "Good boy."

Dabi whimpers against you, and you swallow it, moaning into his mouth before pulling back and releasing your hold on him.

You can't take it anymore.

He lets out a bitten off whine, but you just kiss him again before you move to swing your legs over his hips, straddling him.

You slowly rock against his hot length, the texture of the patterned lace of your panties rubbing against him making him curse as his hips twitch up.

Leaning down, you whisper in his ear, voice a purr, "You're gonna be a good boy for me and let me make you feel good, aren't you? Make me feel good, hm? "

"Fuck, yes, just let me fuck you already." He pleads, almost whining and you sigh happily at how obedient he is for you.

Though his manners could use some work, it can wait for another day.

Sitting up, you pull your panties to the side, lining up the thick head of his dick to your hole, before sinking down, inch by delicious inch, deliberately, slowly impaling yourself on his fat cock.

You moan in delight as you feel the sweet, accommodating stretch of your tight cunt, the preparation you did earlier almost not enough as he fills you up; Dabi lets out a choked groan as your tight, wet heat wraps around him like a vice.

Closing your eyes, you take a moment to get used to it, to savour it, knowing you're already addicted; shivering and clenching down as you take deep breaths, listening to Dabi struggle to do the same. Bracing yourself with your hands on his shoulders, your wiggle your hips in an attempt to find the best angle.

"Fuck." Dabi bites out, breathless and strangled as you sigh happily, sliding a hand up and tugging the man's head back gently to kiss at his scarred neck.

"Mm, there we go, that's it..." you mumble against him, shifting up and down in experimental little bounces as your thumbs rub soothingly into the villain's shoulders when his breathing picks up.

You feel almost high off of the feeling of Dabi inside you, hard and deep and hot. The thought that one of the most powerful, dangerous and wanted villains in Japan, tied up and at your mercy; panting and achingly hard in bed on his back, because of you, sends a surge of smug pride through you, right alongside the burning arousal.

Your head lolls a bit as you search for the perfect angle and speed, breathing beginning to speed up. The sharp jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine tells you exactly when you find it, making you let out a shaky moan as you slam yourself back down to repeat the motion.

"Fuck, right—ahn—right there." You whine, blissed out.

Your pace, though a little fast, is deliberate and even, your expression content and your breathing unsteady at the heady sensation of Dabi's cock fucking into you, dragging against your insides and stretching you so perfectly.

"Shit, you—" whatever Dabi was about to say is cut off with a strangled hiss as he throws his head back with a moan.

You let out a noise between a pleased hum and a soft giggle, as you lean in to drag your tongue up the man's throat just to feel him shiver.

"Mm, you feel so good baby, so fucking good.", you mumble into his neck, before surging up to capture his lips in a searing kiss and Dabi doesn't even hesitate to return it. You moan happily into the kiss, pace faltering a bit as you get caught up in it.

You devour him eagerly, swirling your tongues together and exploring every inch of his mouth. He tastes like whiskey, smoke and something sweet, and you can't help but smile into the kiss and savour his flavour, knowing you're already addicted to that too.

Clenchimg around him, you roll your hips sinfully, swallowing the delicious whine Dabi lets out when you nip at his bottom lip, his hips jerking up as his hands twitch and clench where they're restrained.

Speeding up, panting, you whisper against his lips, "Look at you, you're so perfect, you're gorgeous ..."

"Shut up—" Dabi chokes out, almost whining, turning away, eyes clenched.

You just hum, giving him another, softer kiss. "I can't help it, you just look so—", you lift yourself up  before slamming right back down,"perfect."

Dabi jolts, squeezing his eyes shut. You bite your lip to supress a giggle at that, leaning back to prop yourself up with your hand on the bed behind you, giving you a better angle to roll your hips and grind Dabi's cock against your sweet spot; your free hand pressing two fingertips to your neglected clit, rubbing in quick circles, making you moan and pant.

You let your head fall back as your eyes slip shut involuntarily, before you force them back open to take in the vision that is Dabi beneath you.

A shiver runs through you at the look in Dabi's eyes, hot and hungry and sinful, glazed over with lust, and you can tell he's close, because he's fucking up into you seemingly unknowingly, mumbling a string of filth under his breath.

And you want nothing more in that moment than to see him come undone by you.

You note every twitch he gives against and inside you, every little sound and shudder.

"Dabi, Dabi, Dabi," you chant, speeding up your hips and fingers; your body alight with the pleasure of not only the feel of him, but the sight of him. "Show me, show me, baby, wanna see it, wanna see you cum for me—" your voice is shaky with your lust, eyes lidded and trained on him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I—" he manages, his words shaky and uneven, voice husky and cracking, thrusts sloppy and deep.

"Yes—ahn— fuck yes, baby, fill me up." You whine, clenching around him, coaxing him to flood your insides.

Dabi cums with a full body shudder, writhing beneath you, his hands clenched in a tight fist as he pulls against his restraints, groaning, almost sobbing, eyes squeezed shut, as he fills you up with his hot cum; and you continue to ride him, even as your own orgasm washes over you, mind whiting out in ecstasy, clamping down on him, milking him, until he begins to gasp and shudder in overstimulation.

Finally, you slow to a stop, letting you both catch your breaths.

You can't help but smile at how beautifully debaunched he looks under you, and you cup his cheek. Your smile widens when he automatically leans into your touch, nuzzling into the your palm.

Dabi is....conflicted. On one hand, he knows you're batshit insane. On the other, you want him, you feel good, and if he's being honest with himself, you're fucking hot.

He looks up at you, seeing the pure adoration on your face and he.....doesn't feel like burning and killing you anymore....

Maybe if he did, he would've been able to actually escape you.

Maybe.

But he didn't, so now...well...

He's all yours.

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi sex witch batman.

should I be concerned that I have "tiger/zebra stripes" on my dick? by which I mean the skin that gets scrunched(? I'm lacking a better word) over when I'm flaccid is darker and makes a tiger/zebra stripe pattern when I get hard. it's not like, dirt or grime. I clean myself too much or that and made sure it wasn't that when I first noticed. I don't know if that indicates there's something wrong or anything.

hi anon,

what you're describing is an extremely normal penis. variations in skin tone are as normal on the genitals as on any other part of the body. congrats on your cool dick stripes!

[sultrydxrling]

Expanding on an idea I had, I'll link the post :3

(MULTIMONSTER/GLORYHOLE/AFAB/FTM/ANY BODY TYPE/WERE-TIGER/ORC)

(3.8k words)

(CNC/FREE-USE/MONSTERKINK/GLORYHOLE/ANAL/ORAL/VAGANAL)

SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM TO SEE THE REFERENCES OF THE CREATURES!<3

(Heads up, pink text is just for unassorted side characters, they might make an appearance in future parts of the fic, and might have their own colors then.)

You walk into the facility excitedly. You had passed the screening, background check, drug test, lab work, and numerous other loops to fill the position you had applied for. You knew it was a sex-working job, but didn't have much more information than that, which you didn't mind.

You walked up to the front desk with your paperwork to greet the busty woman sitting there, her bright green eyes darting up at you from beneath her bangs. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders and the coils, along with her breasts bounced lightly as she moved. A flush of red swam across your cheeks and you tried to avert your gaze, pushing your view back up to her eyes.

"Hello!, I'm (y/n)! I'm here to see-", By the time you'd gotten past your name, she'd already found you on the list.

"Ah! (y/n), Spelled like this right?", She showed you the clipboard and smiled, pointing to your name with a pen. You nodded and returned her cheery expression.

"Yep! That's me!", She nodded and stood, you could now see her red, partially unbuttoned blouse and tight, black, knee-length skirt. As your eyes traveled down her body, they fell on her lovely bright red heels. All of these colors complemented her Olive skin delightfully, so much so that it was very difficult not to stare.

"Come on, hun. Follow me.", I wandered closely behind her and she led me into a large warehouse-type hallway, with many different doors leading into different hallways or rooms. We walked down the hallway and into a blue door on the left. She scanned her keycard and the door buzzed open.

"Once you've been here for a couple of days and decide that you'd like to continue, we will give you a keycard. Until then, I will come let you in."

The door opened into a large waiting area, The flooring was a beautiful dark wood, leading up to the furniture. All of the furniture was luxurious, the arms swirling elegantly. The couches and chairs were a red fabric with black flowers strewn across them, little whisps of swirls against the flower pattern. There was a Traditional Gold Damask on Bright Red Wallpaper lining the walls, all the way to a front desk with another woman with red hair and blue eyes looking up from her paperwork through her glasses.

"Oh! Is this the new hire? They're gorgeous!"

"Yes isn't he? I just know the clientele is going to love him. Alright, Cassandra, I'm going to take him back. Don't send in anyone too rough until his third day please."

She smiled and Cassandra nodded, "Of course Andromeda. As always."

She returned to her paperwork and the dark-haired woman led me into a room with an "Employees only" Sign.

"Alright, and If you just strip down, You'll be led to your room for the night. Oh, I almost forgot to ask, would you prefer human clients or monsters-", You'd almost forgotten monsters would be an option, but you felt your heart race at the idea. You'd never been with a monster before and the very thought put slick between your thighs.

"Monsters- please.", You said politely. She nodded and left you in the room by yourself. You looked into the body-length mirror as you undressed, hearing Cassandra's words in your head, calling you gorgeous. You were feeling super confident.

You heard a soft rap on your door, "May I come in, (y/n)?"

"Yes, I'm ready...", You bashfully covered yourself but only slightly. Andromeda smiled at you and gave you a soft look up and down.

"You look beautiful, come with me this way to your room.", You nodded and walked slowly behind her as she opened the door and led you down the red hallway, Along the wall, there were dark, red cushioned lifts that hung about 3 feet above the ground. The same wallpaper as the waiting room shines softly in the dim lighting. The woman opened a door with her keycard, another "Employees only" sign hanging from it.

As you entered, the hallway wrapped around as if to mirror the one you were just in, full of box-like rooms that were slightly elevated. She opened one of the secure doors, as you looked inside, the room was filled with that same, cushioned material, a pillow built into a table in the middle, and a red button hung next to the door.

"I'm going to open the door and you will put your rear end and your knees on the other side of the wall. It will secure your hips in place, and you will put your abdomen on this table. when your lower half is secured, this wall will open a small hole in front of you and the table will adjust you fowars slightly, or this wall will get closer to you."

You tried to keep up with what she was saying as you looked all over the room, figuring out how the mechanisms functioned so well. There must've been a lot of science, engineering, and thought put into these rooms. Andromeda scanned her card on the button pad, which helped adjust the walls and seating.

Once your hips were through the wall, and your knees were comfortable; you adjusted the closeness of the wall, and a hole opened up. The hole was right up next to your mouth and you couldn't help but daydream. Just thinking about the randomly colored cocks that would be in your face, how they might taste, and how thick they might be. More slick dripped down your thigh and you prayed no one would notice.

"Alright, are you comfortable?"

"Yes, Ma'am", She looked over her clipboard at how you addressed her as she checked off boxes, you almost wished she would play with you herself, now shamelessly staring at her chest, or at least what you could see under her clipboard.

"Would you like an aphrodisiac?", You looked at her confused and blushed.

"What- is that?", Andromeda put her clipboard to her hip and smiled,

"It's a drug, more spasifically a gass for us as a compsany, that makes you feel extra- in the mood."

She winked and chuckled. You nodded and looked down shamefully, "Yes please-"

"Alright hun, I'll be sure to set you up before we open. I'm going to ho around to the other side and make sure your legs are as open as they need to be, Ill close the wall once you're adjusted and we'll help all the other girls in. While you're waiting well hit you with the drugs okay?"

"Mhm"

You answered softly and let yourself relax, resting your arms on the rectangular table, your back arching softly as you adjusted. You were happy to find there was another armrest and a small lift button for the table. You messed with it, raising the table slightly and lowering it. You rested your arms on the wall, armrest, practicing how you would suck on the monsters that offered their cocks to you. Andromeda could be heard behind you,

"Oh, my~", she giggled softly as she examined you.

"Someone's exited huh? Alright, do you mind if I touch your legs and thighs? Make you look presentable?"

"No, I dont mind."

She hummed softly as her soft hands wrapped around your calves, pulling your legs carefully apart and gently spreading your pussy lips but making sure not to touch your aching hole. You wished she would, you imagined her acrylics gently rubbing at your insides, her fingertips rubbing your G-spot. You gasped softly when you felt her spread you, and she heard.

"Alright, you're all set up and look monster-ready", She chuckled and made her way back to the front hallway.

"Ok sweety, I'm going to close the holes around you and obviously the one in front of you will just close. The room will fill with a light gass, but it shouldn't feel suffocating. If it does, or anything hurts or goes wrong, press that red button to your left. Am I understood?"

You nodded and looked into her bright green eyes. You wanted to make her proud and prove you deserved to stay and that you could do the best at your job. Maybe you'd get a reward for doing well.

The hole closed and the wall behind you clenched tightly around your hips. This made you feel secure and the squeeze made you feel secure. A robotic voice sounded in a speaker,

"Is your waist secured too tightly?", I sat there for a moment and I answered out loud not sure what else I could do.

"No."

"Good. Prepare for Aphrodisiac.", As the voice went silent, you heard a soft hissing, and quiet music began to play. You took a few purposeful deep breaths as you let your mind wander to the various creatures that might violate you.

You hadn't realized how much time had gone by and soon the hole in front of you opened up and the hole around your hip loosened slightly. You could hear talking behind you, a deep gruff voice sounding out.

"Good- gods... Look at this one-", Another voice soon to follow.

"Damn, I wonder how good his mouth is...(y/n) huh? Cute name. I'll take the mouth first then we can swap out."

You looked down to see the drool pooled against your chin and your face flushed in embarrassment. You sat upright, trying to ready yourself for the fun.

"Ooh. You're really exited for this huh?", A harsh slap fell across your ass, causing you to moan out. The creature laughed and you felt a pointed tip against your sloppy hole.

Soon a thick, green cock was pushed through the hole in front of you, the pre-cum-covered tip pressed lightly against your cheek. The feeling of it was amazing, the drugs filling your head with so much glee. You rested your weight on your elbows and took hold of; what you were assuming was an orc's cock with both hands and rubbed the leaking, pink-tinted tip all over your face.

A soft groan could be heard from the other side of the wall and the creature began to thrust into the hole and against your face.

"Fuuck yes.. god whatever you're doing, pretty boy- keep going-", This excited you, and you happily obliged, and began to softly kiss against his soft tip. You smeared his leaking cum against your lips like salty lipgloss.

The animal behind you thrusted into your cunt roughly, causing you to pull the Orc just into your lips and moan out around him.

"Mmm!", You pushed your hips back against the man behind you.

"Very eager arent you, Sweetheart... I'm going to make you into a delightful little cum-mutt.", he growled as he began to push his hips forward into you, filling you and letting your walls stretch around him, all the way down to his inflating knot.

You were praying it was a Were-Tiger, you loved how handsome they were, their enticing colors, a Lion, or maybe a panther- the daydreams swam around in your head as you began to throat the Orc without much thought, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip.

"Oh my god, that's so fucking good- yes- Good boy. I might become a regular if you keep this up...", this was encouragement, and you began to suck him into your throat deeper, bobbing your head faster.

You felt a set of claws sink into your hips deeply, but not breaking skin as the creature behind you pounded into you and pressed his knot as hard as he could against you. It was obvious how much he wanted to force it in.

The hole in front of you was big enough to fit the orc's balls through and you used one hand to steady his cock in your mouth, the other reaching down to fondle and squeeze them teasingly. Another soft hissing noise filled the space next to you and a little of the gas spilled out of the holes, encouraging the monsters to be more aggressive with you.

Your holes were getting violently fucked from both ends now and you could feel their lengths pulsing and throbbing against your walls and esophagus. You moaned loudly over the orc's cock, the vibrations sending him into a thrusting frenzy as he forced himself as deeply into your mouth as he could, cum filling your throat quicker than you could swallow, the warmth flooding your chest as you tried not to gag and choke.

Soon after, you felt the man behind you shove his knot into you as he came, his sharp tip pressing against your sensitive cervix. You squirted against him and pressed back against him, trying to ride out your orgasm on his knot. As your pussy clenched and grabbed at his cock, he made sure to grind with you, milking himself as much as he could. The orc pulled out of the hole in front of you and you could hear his heavy breathing as he leaned on the wall.

"Oh my- fuck that was so good.."

You moaned even louder, now that your mouth wasn't full as the man began to fuck you with his knot, popping it in and out as he continued to drain himself. He pulled out and groped your ass affectionately. You happily spaced out and arched your back, laying down and breathing for a moment. After about two minutes you felt a set of two giant fingers rub up and down your pussy and asshole.

The orc was using both you and the man's juices to lubricate both of your holes. You pushed your hips back against his fingers needily.

"Hold on sweet boy. I'll be inside of you soon.", This made you let out a soft pathetic whine, and then a thick, red, textured cock entered the hole in front of you. You immediately wrapped your mouth and hand around him excitedly, circling your tongue around his length.

A roar sounded from the other side, and he immediately began to fuck your mouth, which you were practically begging for. One of the orc's fingers slipped into your pussy, filling it even more than the other creature's cock did.

You drooled more around the man's length and rubbed him vigorously as you finally got to see the knot that filled you. You reached up with your free hand and treated him as you did the orc, massaging his knot and squeezing it tightly.

The orc pushed his fingers into you, into both stretching your holes. He eased them into you and your walls clenched hungrily around them. He chuckled and removed his finger from your pussy, keeping one in your virgin asshole. He moved his finger gently in and out and you could feel his tip against your cunt. The idea of his pretty tip against you made you clench more, just to squeeze out any of your slicks that you could. You'd spend all day sucking it if you could.

"Good boy~ Keep up like that and I'm going to cum down your delicious- feeling throat. God yes- right there-", The man in front of you cooed at you and you moaned around his tip louder as the orc entered you. You swirled your tongue aggressively around his tip and flicked your tongue over the small crease and hole.

His hips spasmed, forcing his cock into your mouth as his throbbing cock spewed warm, sticky cum into your mouth. You pushed your head forward to get the rest of him into your mouth, even trying to fit his knot into your mouth. You felt like your jaw was going to unhinge, but were almost excited to suck on it.

"Ugh- F-God!!", He milked himself into your mouth and tried to help shove himself into your hungry jaws, almost getting off to the feeling of your teeth scraping against his large knot.

The orc pushed himself into you deeply, enough to tease himself by rubbing against the hole of your cervix.

"Mmm, you're so tight-", He chuckled deeply and pulled his finger out of your ass and took your hips into his hands, gripping you securely as he began to thrust in and out.

The man in front of you pulled out of your mouth, allowing you to gasp and cough softly. You wiped your mouth and giggled dazedly, happily arching your back for the monster behind you.

It wasn't long before he couldn't help himself and began to greedily move faster. A soft tapping could be heard as his balls slapped softly against your clit, providing extra stimulation for yourself. You moaned loudly and cursed softly.

You began to grope your tits, pinching at your nipples with one hand and ducking on your fingers with the other, missing the feeling of something in your mouth. Your tongue felt lonely, but your pussy was being very well taken care of. The orc was shaped so wonderfully, his cock was slightly thicker in the middle, rubbing every single weak spot you had. You wanted to hold in your orgasm for as long as possible but were not successful, squirting against him and pushing your hips back into him to encourage your orgasm.

He happily moved his hips slower, guiding you through the rest of your orgasm. After you'd finished, he pulled out of you and pressed himself against you asshole.

"Now, I get to treat you like a real boy-", He laughed and pushed himself roughly into your ass and moved aggressively. The orc was needy for your tightness, huffing and grunting like an animal as he took you. You could feel his big hands wrapping around your whole waist as he used you like a fleshlight.

A heavy fog settled over you as you lay down against the table, happily just trying to relax your body for the other. You could hear the other creature talking to the orc behind you.

"God he looks so good when he's full, and his pussy is leaking cum.", The orc laughed as he thrusted.

"Isn't he? and his ass is so fucking tight- I can't get enough. We'll- UIgh- definitely have to come back-", The orc leaned forward and rested some of his weight against your back, you could feel the warmth and sweat on his chest. Your whines and whimpers subsided to quiet breaths of foggy salvation.

"We should request a private room with him, if he ended up a perma-hire." You could sense the other monster's eyes on you. You imagined him looking down at you like a steak and drooling against the soft fabric beneath you.

"God- I'm so close-", The orc grunted as he drove himself as hard as he could into you, groaning and laughing as he fucked you into a happy stupor. You felt a hot liquid burst into you and you screamed out, your tongue hanging out like a dog.

He panted and held himself inside of you for a moment before carefully pulling out. They both laughed softly and ran their hands and paws over your thighs and waist.

"You did so good for us pretty boy, we'll be back to see you again if we can. Maybe we'll have the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous face. It has to be as beautiful as your body."

They both gave your ass a good slap before you heard them leave. After a moment, you heard mechanisms wiring and the door around your hips was opened as well as the door in front of you. Your eyes drifted up to see the busty secretary who led you back here.

"Hiii Andromedaaa...", You slurred softly and giggled, absolutely fucked out of your mind. She smiled down at you and moved the hair out of your face.

"Did you have fun darling?", Her voice was soft and she held her clipboard up with her pen ready.

"It was very wonderful, I had so much fun.", She nodded and wrote something down.

"Mhm. Did they treat you well?", Her eyes didn't leave her paper.

"Yes, Ma'am.", She once more wrote something down and helped you out of the machine after tucking the clipboard under her arm. You smiled and wobbled slightly.

"Would you like some help? We have some really strong staff who can hold you up or carry you to your room to rest.", You nodded and looked around, trying to find something for you to steady yourself. Andromeda pulled a small walkie-talkie from her pocket and spoke into it.

"Hey, Can you send a carrier here, to hall 3-A please?", Within mere moments, a woman walked into the hall, she must've been at least 5ft 11'. You gawked at her, she was built very strongly, her breasts blending with muscle.

"Hello, I'll be your Carrior for the night. May I?", She smiled and opened her arms, taking a step closer. You nodded and replied softly. She had a soft Southern accent that made me swoon.

"Mhm- Please-", You reached out for her and did your best to stumble over to her. She picked you up carefully, bridal style. You looked up and studied her features. She had Darker skin than Andromeda's olive tint, a delightful, deep caramel color. Her hair was up in a ponytail or a messy bun, you couldn't tell very well. It looked to be a box dyed red but over her already dark hair.

She carried you to the room you had undressed in and into a side room you hadn't noticed. It was a bathroom with a luxurious bath and she gently laid you in it.

"Would you like me to turn on the water for you?", Her face tinted slightly darker as she looked you over.

"Yes please", You smiled up at her, blushing as well. She turned the water on to a nice hot temperature used a small picture and filled it with warm water, gently rinsing you off. The bath was then plugged and she pulled another pitcher off of the counter that was full of a creme-colored liquid and what looked like flower petals.

"If you dont mind my sayin' so- you look very pretty, uhm-", She gingerly poured the milk bath mixture into the water and over your body.

"(Y/N)", You added and giggled at her bashfullness.

"Got it. Well, I'm gonna let you clean up alright? Sure you can manage?", She stood, folding her arms in front of her like a bouncer at a club.

"Yes, I think I'll be alright.", You giggled more and smiled big. She nodded and opened the door to leave.

"You just uh- Let me know if you need me alright?"

"Alright.", You watched as she left and waited until hearing the second door to your room close before squealing happily, the night had gone amazingly and you'd been carried back to your room by the most attractive woman you thought you'd ever seen. You'd definitely be staying.

(Not my art, found on google :3)

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Reign down on me - Part 7

Pairing: Ghost x Hybrid!reader (eventual poly!141)

No use of y/n or mention of gender/race

Summary: Reader is a wolf hybrid in a world that treats them like second class citizens, given a horrible start in life after being thrown into the military with no preparation. After years of struggle, they're finally taken away from their base by Ghost, now a permanent member of taskforce 141 reader struggles to come to terms with the fact that perhaps there's a life there for them - if only they reach out and accept it.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, Angst, abuse mentions, self doubt, violent scenes

Masterlist here

-🐺-

When you opened your eyes the world was drowned in darkness and you were in an unfamiliar room, sapping warmth from an oversized lump in the sheets. At first you froze like a statue, flicking your eyes around to see if you could make anything out. It was clear enough that you weren’t in your own bed, but even your advanced eyes couldn’t make a single thing out for the lack of any light. 

The lump groaned and shifted, sprawling out like a tiger skin rug before retracting again. A heavy weight draped itself round your mid section, an arm you realised, that caused you to curse and pant for inside it’s unyielding hold. Ghost. Who else had arms the size of iron girders? 

It should’ve been obvious to you, but your mind had been too foggy in the aftermath of your unexpected sleep. Had you taken a second to scent the air, you would’ve been greeted with his relaxing scent, but instead you’d fumbled around like a bear coming out of hibernation. At that realisation you scrunched your eyes closed and then opened them again, still feebly trying to see through the oppressive black of the room. It had to be Ghost’s room that you were in, the place was practically painted with his citrusy scent, with undertones of sage ever present and invading.

“Y’alright, Pup?” a groggy voice called out. 

It sounded as if a pile of rocks had shifted from right next to you. Your ears twitched back at the sound and all at once you relaxed in his loosened grip, turning around to face him. Your noses were inches from touching. Not that you could see his, but you could feel the steady streams of his breaths trickling out from his sleepwear body.

“Um…yeah” you whispered, unsure of how to answer. “Why’d you take me to your bed?” 

He yawned and uncurled his arm from your body, instead using his hand to trace little patterns up your arms. 

“You seemed upset when I left you in yours. Only calmed down and stopped whinin’ when I let you curl up here,” he explained, sounding as if he was moments from drifting off again. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said hastily. 

You couldn’t believe it! Why would you have whined at being left to sleep alone? Why would you stop when you got to sleep in Ghost’s bed? The revelations had you frowning and feeling markedly warmer than you already were. Your mind whirred at the idea that Ghost had witnessed you mewling like a little puppy at having to sleep in your own bed. 

“I know. I didn’t want you having bad dreams after what happened yesterday, so I thought it was for the best,” he said simply, as if what he’d done was completely normal. 

“I can handle those,” you said weakly. 

“You don’t have to.”

You gulped down a thick lump in your throat and let the silence settle over you both. Though the room wasn’t completely quiet of course. Ghost’s steady breathing and the sound of your own pounding heart rattled around in your ears. Though your chest calmed its frenzy when Ghost drew you close again, urging you to burrow your head under his chin and into the soft cotton of his worn shirt. 

The two of you stayed silent for a time after though neither of you fell asleep. Instead the time was spent mulling through your sluggish thoughts, wondering distantly if you should be trying to leave. 

“I think you should reconsider your nesting situation,” Ghost said suddenly, breaking the silence. 

“What?”

“You have a lot of bad dreams most nights. You were peaceful last night though,” he explained softly.

“Do they wake you up?” you asked, brows knitting together in worry. 

You’d woken plenty of times before in your old barracks from others' bad dreams and in turn woken the others with your own. It wasn’t lost on you how annoying it was to try to get to sleep after being jolted awake and kicked into an adrenaline rush, lying there in the grey light of almost dawn with a pounding heart and the knowledge that you’d have to get to work again soon. 

“Nah, told you before - I’m not a good sleeper. If I knew there was something that helped though I’d make sure I got to sleep properly every night.”

You huffed out an embarrassed laugh and shook your head, feeling his stubbly chin scratch the top of your head. It was only then that it occurred to you that he was maskless again. You wondered if that meant he was getting more comfortable around you, just as you were him.

“It was probably just a fluke,” you murmured, trying to hide your interest. “I’m not gonna hoard your clothes like some feral squirrel, Ghost.” 

He laughed at that, the bassy tones reverberating through his wide chest and against your warming skin. 

“It’s not hoarding and it doesn’t have to be my clothes. I can give you my duvet or I could get you a new blanket and sleep with it for a bit if you like, if that would make it feel more natural.”

“It’s not natural, its weird,” you huffed. 

“You’re a hybrid, S’not weird,” he affirmed, stroking circled down your back. “It’s normal for you to need comforting scents and materials. My old partner used to keep a nest, we had an arrangement and it was fine.”

At that your ears flicked in curiosity. He’d never mentioned this ‘old partner’ before. All at once your mind flooded with questions and as it worked hard to process them all, you could barely hold onto one tightly enough to ask it. 

“You had a hybrid before me?” you eventually said, voice small and unsteady. 

Ghost paused. It was if he’d only just realised what he’d just said. 

“Another wolf,” he confirmed, throat swelling and tense. “We were paired up after I passed my handler qualification. It was a long time ago - feels like a lifetime really. Spent four years together, he used to cuddle up with me just like this in my stupid little barracks bunk when he had rough nights.”

The elephant in the room stared down at you from on high. There was no avoiding it’s almost tangible bulk. So you asked the question that wanted to leap off the tip of your tongue. 

“What happened to him?”

Ghost was ready for that, answering quickly. Though it didn’t sound like it hurt him any less to say it when it was spoken through gritted teeth.  

“Killed in action.”

“Oh…I’m- I’m sorry.”

Was that the right thing to say? When other hybrids you’d worked with had died, there usually weren’t many mourners if any, though that was because you were under the care of Branhaven. You’d only met a few hybrids before that were in the care of handlers and it had been obvious that you’d always been intrinsically different from them, that they had far more value to their teams than you ever did as an unclaimed hybrid.

“Roach was a good lad,” Ghost said eventually. “He taught me alot in our time together, made me sharper with all his…’quirks’. Used to steal anything of mine that he could get his grubby little mitts on and drag it off to his bed, so to be honest it was a bit of a shock when I realised you weren’t going to be the same.”

Ghost laughed a little despite the sadness that tinged his careful words. 

“With a name like Roach, I can only imagine what other quirks he had,” you smiled. 

“Oh that one loved to get himself into trouble. I still remember the first time we went out with Price - very long time ago. Roach thought it’d be funny to steal his hat, this is before he started wearing the boonie mind you, at that point it was this old beanie that absolutely reeked of cigars. Found that out because while Price was ranting about having cold ears, I was asleep on top of it, before I got woken up by his bitching anyway. I took it out from under me when I woke up, confused as fuck as to why it was there, and then Price saw it and was going on and on about how childish it was to take it, and then I started arguing back and saying I wouldn’t do something so bloody stupid. All the while Roach was giggling to himself in the corner, the little shit.”

“He wasn’t scared of what Price would do?” You asked incredulously, trying to put yourself in the shoes of a hybrid that didn’t know the intimidating Captain half as well as you did. 

“Roach wasn’t scared of a damn thing, beyond whatever shit he used to dream about anyway. It’s the reason he got called Roach in the first place, his real name was Gary. He used to run headfirst into danger and come out fine almost every time, that’s what they told me when they handed him off to me- ‘that wolf’s like a bug you can’t squash’...Course his luck ran out eventually. We got captured by an enemy group in Mexico and the bastards didn’t see the worth in keeping a hybrid around. Said they only needed me.”

“That’s awful.”

Another silence ensued. It made sense that Ghost had had a hybrid before you, he’d had a long career and he was so knowledgeable when it came to training with you that it made sense that he’d had plenty of first hand experience. Though it made your heart ache to think that he mourned for someone that was ripped away from him so long ago. The way he told those stories, you could hear the emotion etched in every word.

“Didn’t think I’d take on another hybrid on after him,” Ghost sighed, making you tilt your head in question, “but Price told me about you and kept badgering on about me being the only one in the team that was qualified to take you, kept saying that you didn’t deserve to rot away back at your home base and that you deserved a place here. I figured I owed it to him to at least go and check you out and well, I knew you had to be mine the minute I saw ya.”

“You saw a soggy mutt that was getting punished in an outdoor kennel and instantly had that epiphany?” You snorted. 

“A soggy mutt that didn’t deserve to be there,” he corrected. “There was no way for me to have saved Roach while I was tied up and concussed to all hell, I made peace with that a long time ago. I knew that I was able to save you though; doing anything other than untying you and walking out of that base with the angry ball of fur in my arms felt like sacrilege.”

“Angry ball of fur,” you repeated with a tut, rolling your eyes so far back they crept into your inflection.

“You tried to bite me at least twice and you called me Mr.Bonejangles in the car. Angry ball of fur was about right, you little sod! Sitting there all wrapped up in your towel with your grumpy face and hair poking out every which way,” Ghost laughed. “I’m just lucky you calmed down after a good rest. Thought I was gonna have to take to permanently being in handling gloves after that first night.”

“I didn’t try to bite you that much.”

“You did. You were like a hungry crocodile. You had my life flashing before my eyes that day, was praying I’d get to keep all my fingers and toes.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic!” 

Ghost’s laugh echoed around the room, hitting off of unseen walls somewhere inside the shadows. As much as you hated to think about a time before you knew Ghost, and actively tried to fight him, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you began to see that day through his eyes. You could only imagine what it must’ve been like to have met you then, knowing about your sketchy disciplinary file and admittedly bad track record for biting and scratching, Ghost couldn’t have had any clue what he was in for. In that moment you couldn’t have felt luckier, pressed into Ghost’s chest and getting to relax against him in his nice warm bed, when you could’ve been left to rot in those kennels.

Moments later, just as you were both settling back into the furrow of the mattress and had adjusted sheets to your liking, a high pitched alarm tone blared out and sent you both groaning. Ghost’s phone lit up from his side, finally shedding a little light into the room. From there you could see his bed was pressed up into the wall, as usual you’d assumed you’d made sure to be closest to the exit - even in your drowsy state. You still couldn’t make out much of the structure of the place. 

“Suppose we better get up then,” Ghost groaned. “C’mon then.”

“I can’t see a thing in here, you’re gonna have to turn a light on or something,” you yawned, stretching out and readying yourself to start the day.  

It was then that he saw fit to snatch the corner of his black out curtains and yank them back, sending you flying under the covers just to save your eyes. The duvet provided you shelter from the cold blue light and from under their safety you actively felt your pupils slowly unshrink from the tiny pinpoints they’d been forced to become. 

“Why would you do that?” You groaned. 

“Reckoned you needed a bit of a wake up,” Ghost shrugged, lifting the cover up so he could meet your eyes. 

As annoyed as you were you were distracted from your grumpiness momentarily by his face. His smug smile was in full view, lips slanting to one side and pulling his scars taught. In the full light of the morning he looked like a weathered statue, bright highlights and harsh shadow carving out his sharp jaw like chiselled stone. You tilted your head at him and in turn he tilted his back in the opposite direction. 

“See somethin’ on my face?” He joked, teeth flashing into view. 

You shook your head and pursed your lips. A little heat rose to your cheeks. 

“Just planning out the perfect place to bite you,” you lied.

“That so?” He asked, a sandy blonde eyebrow raising. “Sounds like I’m just gonna have to get you first then.”

At that he pinched your side and sent you yipping and scrabbling off the bed. Though that wasn’t enough to escape him. He gave chase, leaping off of the mattress, the bed groaning at the change in weight and thumped on the floor. The air blew through the fur in your ears, you ran that fast. Unthinkingly running to your own room before considering anywhere else. 

With that you dove under your bed, dragging your sheets down to cover the space and yanking Simon in just as he’d fallen off the top. Ghost yanked your door open straight after, his bare feet slapping into the wood and taking careful steps forward. He sighed loudly when he reached the edge of your bed and stopped, feet stopping at your chest. 

“I’d like to think you’ve been trained to evade enemies better than this, Pup,” he drawled. 

You rolled your eyes, full well knowing you wouldn’t go running and hiding like that against someone you had full authority to kill. 

Rather than let him crouch down and drag you out, you threw Simon up at him as a distraction and skittered out around him. In a matter of seconds you managed to gather yourself into a crouch and sprang up at his back, wrapping your arms round his shoulders and legs round his middle. From there you gently grazed your teeth against his neck in a fake bite and growled, announcing your victory to the otherwise empty room. 

“Soap’s right, you’re a menace,” he laughed, untangling you from around him and bending backwards so he could set you gently back down on the floor. 

“You brought work into it,” you huffed, folding your arms indignantly.

“Yeah yeah, cheap shot throwing your teammate at the hostile. Poor little fella getting sacrificed like that,” he said, holding out the puppy stuffed toy with a fake grimace. 

“Simon woulda shaken it off, I had every faith in him,” you shrugged, setting him down on the bed carefully so that he rested against the pillows. 

“Simon?” Ghost repeated, choking out a strangled sound that sounded somewhere between a laugh and a guffaw. “You named it Simon?”

“Yeah, after the hybrid from my books,” you said, nodding toward the graphic novels that were stacked by your bedside. “Why's that so funny?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, watching as a few different emotions crossed Ghost’s eyes. He chewed on his lip a second, eyes going wide and zeroing in on your sleeping buddy until he shook himself out of it. 

“Nothing,” he smiled, clearing the awkward edge in his throat. “Good name that. Strong choice. Little Simon.”

“I think it suits him.”

“Yeah…Anyway, we need to get ready and get in for work. I’ve got a bit of a stacked day today, so we need to get you sorted. Gaz and Soap offered to take you through your exercises this afternoon and Price is gonna let you sit in his office till I can come get you in the evenin’. Pack your books so you’ve got something to occupy yourself with tonight, Cap’s not very chatty right now. Oh and remember, if you want anything for your bed just let me know, ok?” 

-🐺- 

Stacked day indeed. Ghost made you run laps through the assault course he’d had set up for you and just before he left, he’d made you practise some bite work with him. The irony wasn’t lost on you after your conversation that morning. He’d donned his leather gloves and neck protector and brought out a fake gun, making you attack him over and over so that you could practise non lethal takedowns.

As good as you were at the exercise, that didn’t stop Ghost from firing a couple foam bullets at you from time to time when you got too out of control, reminding you teresley that you weren’t supposed to be ripping detainees to pieces. As your wilder side took over during your work, you’d bark out raspy growls at him for the cheap shots, knowing full well he shouldn't be able to fire after you’d just decimated his fake arm. However the sensible part of your mind would echo out that it was far better than getting smacked with the plastic batons that your old trainers would carry to discourage your savagery.

“Well well well, what kinda training do you call this?”

Your head turned just as you’d brought Ghost down to the floor and you ceased your growling, tilting your head when your gaze landed on Soap. Gaz joined him at the side of the field moments later, just coming off of a phone call to see you still on top of Ghost. 

“Oh yeah, we’re just having a bit of fun, Johnny. You know how much I love being mauled” Ghost grunted, tapping your thigh in short order. “You can get up now, Pup. Reckon you got me.”

You looked back down at Ghost and let out an embarrassed huff of air before rolling off him and standing up, dusting your dirty fatigues off. Some of the soft dirt smeared down them, leaving what would surely become a rough crust in its wake.

“Can’t believe you get to play with nerf guns and call it work,” Soap laughed, “That or the fact that you took the time to paint that thing black just so that it’d match your gear.”

“Well you’re welcome to take over if you think its so fun,” Ghost grinned, eyes cresting below his mask.

He unbuckled his thick leather gloves and threw them onto the grass at Soap’s feet, then tore the velcro off of his neck protector with a loud scratchy rip. Soap then looked back at you and visibility stiffened up, considering Ghost’s offer like it might be his death sentence. Gaz shoved him and laughed, going instead to approach Ghost and reach out for his gun. 

“Look at this,” he whistled, turning it over and opening up the ammo compartment. “What is this? A ten round? You even got the grey bullets with the red tips. Very nice hardware, Sir.”

“Well it is the Elite Ranger PD-5 Blaster, Garrick. Fine piece of kit, so it is,” Ghost quipped. “Maybe one day you’ll earn your own one.”

“Well now I know what I’m asking Santa for,” Gaz smirked. “So, we taking over here?”

You looked back at Soap again who was eagerly looking at Ghost to find out the answer to that question. Ghost looked back at him and winked, a gesture you only caught because you knew to look out for their antics now. 

“Nah,” Ghost finally answered, roughly raking his hands over your ears. “We made good progress today, I reckon we set Pup on anyone we need back alive, we’ve got a great chance of bringing at least seventy percent of the enemy still intact now.”

“Hey!” you growled. “I can bring people in just fine.”

“Oh sure, you can bring em’ in - in separate pieces of course - but you’ll get the job done,” he drawled, soon producing strangled notes as if he was choking. “‘Sorry sir, I would’ve given you the information but that damn wolf got my tongue.’”

Ghost laughed the way he always did when he was being cheeky, the rasping cackle crooning from his throat like a bear scratching up a tree. You had half a mind to do some scratching yourself, but instead you snatched the nerf gun from Gaz and shot Ghost in the chest a couple times. All of you silently watched as the foam bullets arced into his torso only to bounce off pathetically into the well trodden grass. 

You knew then that you should’ve aimed for his forehead like he’d done to you. 

“Friendly fire, is it?” Ghost questioned.

“Got you back,” you replied, tilting your chin in the air in defiance. 

He tutted at you and mussed up your hair once again, rubbing his hands over your head with enough force to almost knock you back.

“I’ll remember that next time we train together,” he said menacingly, jabbing your side just as he’d done that morning. 

You yelped and rubbed the tender spot, trying not to give into the laughter of the ticklish spot. 

“For now though, you two have the absolute pleasure of learning hybrid hand signals,” Ghost said, directing his attentions toward Gaz and Soap. “Sad that I have to miss such a fun exercise, but I’m sure you’ll have plenty of giggles without me. I booked out building three and left you a handler’s manual open on the page there. I had some corporals set up a basic simulation for you, so you should be good to go once you get in. Anything you’re confused on, Pup should be able to explain.” 

At that you groaned, shoulders slumping with the anticipation of the boring afternoon ahead. Back at Branhaven when they were training up new batches of handlers, you all had to take turns helping them through their coursework and modules - one of which being the hand signal module. That often meant long boring days being slowly and dramatically led around short courses and wildly gestured at until the new recruits were able to get the motions correct. 

“You couldn’t have just let me do more biting?” you sighed.

Ghost chuckled and picked up the rucksack of things he’d set off to the side.

“What? And terrify this one half to death in the process? I don’t think so,” Ghost said, pinching Soap’s cheek playfully. “You’ll survive one slow afternoon. I’ll even sweeten the deal, you keep the nerf gun and if they get something wrong you have my permission to shoot them.”

Soap rubbed at his cheek with a glare and slapped Ghost’s arm away soon after. His blue eyes were all storms and indignation and his jaw was clenched tight as a vice. Meanwhile you were doing everything you could not to yip with obvious delight, settling instead for a slow tail wag. 

“You don’t get to authorise that,” Soap said, rolling his eyes.

“What rank am I again?”

“That doesn-”

“It does actually. Have a good day, Sergeant,” Ghost interrupted, softly pretending to punch Soap’s shoulder. “Do me proud!”

Gaz laughed from next to you and waved Ghost off as he made his escape, narrowly avoiding getting hit by one of the leather mitts he’d set down earlier. Soap didn’t give chase after the failed throw though, instead he just stood grumbling to himself and eventually gathered the gear together and slung it into the holdall that Ghost had neglected to take with him. Once the bag dangled from his shoulder, he turned to you and Gaz and flung his head in the direction of the training buildings. 

“So what’s this about hand signals? We gonna have to make you sit and fetch?” Soap asked. 

“You tell me to go fetch and we’re gonna have problems,” you said, pumping the nerf gun’s ammo chamber for emphasis. 

“Christ in heaven,” Soap muttered, heaving himself off across the field. “The things I put up with.”

-🐺- 

The room was heavy with thick silence as you traversed your way around it. You might as well have been glued to Gaz’s side, one of the few sounds that were allowed to permeate the quiet was Gaz’s breathing and the metallic ting of the ancient filament lights. Every second that you walked, you obsessively watched Gaz’s hands, fixing your eyes on them as if they might hold untold treasures.

This was it, the last run through. Gaz paused at the same doorway you’d had to wait outside at least a dozen times already, and quickly held up his fist for ‘halt’. It helped that it was just the same as the standard hand signals that he’d been taught already. From there he pointed two fingers to his side and signalled for halt again. You nodded and moved next to him, looking from his hands to his eyes in quick succession while you waited for further instruction. 

From there he cupped his hands by his ear and pointed at you. You twitched your ears, adjusting yourself so that you could listen out for any tell tale sounds of Soap skulking around from inside. Though there was nothing beyond the annoying skittering of the old ticking clock inside the fake office, so to confirm the silence you shook your head. Gaz then held his finger to the side of his nose and pointed at you, but you held your palm up and waved your other hand around it. Unclear. Smell was little use when you’d all run the training course together so many times, everything stank of the two men at that point. 

Gaz nodded and thought for a second. Time might as well have been a sound, the continuous buzz of the lights or the shaking hands of the clock behind the door, your senses felt like they were blending into a big mush. You were glad when Gaz finally patted his back and held out his palm and then a single finger, signalling to walk back to back with him and watch his six. 

You nodded again and did as asked, making quick work of slinking through the door as quietly as possible and advancing down the corridor beyond. Gaz looked right and left, checking through the first office room on the right quickly and efficiently and kept things moving down the hallway, readying to advance to the next room at the end of the hallway. This was it, there was only one place Soap could be now, you thought. 

However, just as Gaz was heading down the corridor, you could’ve sworn you heard a noise. A faint almost wooden gasp, but it was something nonetheless. You grabbed Gaz’s arm and forced him to a stop, holding your hand to your ear so that he knew you heard something. He narrowed his eyes, honey irises appearing chestnut from under his shadowy gaze. After another few seconds you heard the sound of something making contact with the floor, hell you could've sworn you felt the vibrations of it at that point.

You looked up at Gaz with wild eyes and motioned your head down the hallway from the office that Gaz had assumed was safe. It wasn’t like there was much to sweep that you hadn’t already looked through on all your other runs, so he hadn’t been sloppy to dismiss the empty space. There was just a single desk with an exposed underside, the wall clock and a fake sink set up. The sink had a cupboard but it also had a slew of fake piping that made it impossible to squeeze inside. Or rather it should’ve. 

As soon as you crept back down the hallway, you both stumbled onto Soap emerging from the cupboard like a spider creeping from a crack. He was all arms and legs as he tried to slyly remove himself from the tiny space and before he was able to see you and Gaz, Gaz blasted him with the nerf gun and you ran toward him, ensuring you were out of firing range and jumped up in front of him. Pieces of loose plastic piping scattered from all around the bottom cupboard, and he just about exploded from his skin when you got your face up close to his.

“Steamin Jesus! How’d you know I was in here?” 

“We didn’t, I heard the cupboard opening though,” you explained, wagging your tail all the while. 

Soap sighed and leaned back into the cupboard clutching his hand over his heart for a moment before sitting back up. 

“I suppose I should be happy you’re on our team with those big satellites, fuzzy lugs,” Soap sighed. 

“Hey!” You whined, flattening your ears. “They’re not big satellites.”

“Well not when you put them back like that,” Soap said, a sly smile piercing through his eyes before it reached his lips. 

“Better big fluffy ears than big fluffy hair,” you huffed. 

“Oooh,” Gaz smirked, “Get ‘im.”

“You canny insult the hawk,” Soap sniffed, running a hand through his messy locks. “Nothing you say will convince me this isn’t stunnin’.”

You rolled your eyes and sat back from Soap, about to let him get up when Gaz stopped you both. He held out his hand and demanded you wait a minute, causing you and Soap to turn to one another and frown until all became clear. 

“Gotta get a good photo of our quarry, Pup. All the best hunters get their trophy photo,” Gaz explained, while holding his phone up and adjusting the angle.

Gaz adjusted his pose, tilting his nerf gun so that it crossed his chin and partially obscured his faux serious expression, meanwhile Soap sat back amongst the loose piping and accepted his fate, holding his fingers to his forehead in a fake gun gesture as if he were shooting himself. You weren’t sure what to do. No one ever asked you to be in pictures that weren’t mandated for the government website, so you didn’t know how to pose. 

At the last minute you tilted your head and pulled out a cheeky grin just before Gaz took the photos, the screen flickering black a couple times before he started tapping at his screen and laughing. He walked over to you both and lowered his screen, letting you see the resulting photo that oozed chaos with the silly toy gun and you and Soap sitting atop the mess of piping.

“Ooft, sexy,” Soap whistled. “Get that up on tinder. You’ll get all sorts of tail with that.”

“Oh yeah, caption writes itself - ‘anyone wanna hold my blaster?’” Gaz sniggered, tapping away again. “That’s going on insta.”

You huffed out a surprise breath at that.

“You’re actually putting that up on your socials?” you asked, frowning. 

Gaz ceased his tapping and tilted his chin up at you. 

“Was gonna, why? do you not want it up?” he asked, showing you the photo again. 

The screen tilted round to reveal a confirmation page with the photo sporting a slightly more dramatic filter. He’d been about to post it with a slightly less ridiculous caption at least ‘Mission success: blockage identified - Soap too big for the sink.’

That didn’t stop you from snorting at it of course. 

“I don’t mind - just figured you’ll get people being strange about you showing off that you hang about with the little hybrid weirdo,” you shrugged. 

“Aw, furball. You don’t have to worry about people finding you weird. Your ears aren’t that big and strange you know,” Soap said, rubbing your arm in mock sympathy. “They might not even qualify as full sized satellites, maybe just small radio towers or- Hey!”

You smiled smugly to yourself after flicking Soap on the nose, but quickly dropped the grin when Soap yanked you back by the shoulders and blew a big gust of air into one of your ears.

“No! Disgusting!” You squealed, wrestling him off and slapping him away while he laughed.  

You rubbed at your ear, screwing up your entire face while you tried to work the feeling of Soap’s breath out of your fur and inner canal. The uncomfortable pressure ceased after a few seconds and finally you were able to stop cringing away from Soap enough to see Gaz shaking his head at you both. 

“Aaand its posted. C’mon, we better start clearing out of here. You can fix that mess with the Pipes, Soap.”

“Fuck sake,” Soap cursed, looking around at his mess. “Thought this was gonna be worth it as well.”

His grumbling didn’t stop as he got through his work either. As he put the sink back together you sat on top of the desk by Gaz while he sat on the chair and scrolled through his phone. You didn’t really have anything to do, so you twisted the manual round that you’d been teaching the guys from and started flicking through the old yellowing pages. The corners felt like they might melt away from even just fingering through them, it was so ancient, but that wasn’t the only sign that the book wasn’t from your lifetime. After skipping to a random page, your eyes widened into saucers and your mouth almost dropped to the cold concrete below. 

“What the fuck,” you breathed out loud, reading over the page contents with a dry mouth.  

Gaz’s interest peaked at that. Out of the corner of your peripherals you saw his eyes drift from his phone to look over the page you’d pulled.

“Yo! What the hell is that about,” Gaz cackled, pulling his chair up and scraping it over the concrete to get a closer look. “Proper Maintenance of your Hybrid’s Hygiene? That’s nasty.”

Soap looked over from his work and frowned.

“What’s so nasty about that?” 

“Nah, I can’t tell you. You gotta come over here and see this, mate.”

You frowned down at the book, casting your eyes over the frankly awful illustrations therein with a sickening mix of horror and gratitude for not having to have experienced anything depicted in them for yourself. Below the section title, In the two little boxes with smaller boxes off shooting from them were mirror images of a man standing over a bathtub with a hybrid in it, however in one box there was a female hybrid and the other a male. In the smaller boxes were close up pictures of the illustrated hybrids' tails, ears and genitals with captions that explained the proper way to keep them clean and healthy. 

“As you will well know, being experienced handlers in training,” Gaz read aloud, using a posh old timey voice, “Hybrids do not have the mental capacity that humans possess. As such, they are simply not capable of keeping themselves adequately clean, which means this is a care requirement you must oversee yourself at least once a week. Following the diagrams above you must draw a bath for your hybrid and have them clean their bodies under your guidance and ensure their tails, ears and extremities are maintained to regulation. You must make sure to prevent water flooding their ear canals, as this can cause infection, you must clean and detangle/deshed their tails using a long tooth or a short tooth brush depending on their fur texture, and you must ensure their genitals/nethers are kept cleaned of any discharge, excrement, c-crust build up or- fuckin hell I can’t. This is actual slander. How did they get away with writing this?”

“This is some absolute specist nonsense,” you scoffed, taking the manual from Gaz, who was slowly losing it to soundless laughter, and turning it so that it faced you.

“So in this section it’s basically hammering it into you that I’m apparently too dumb to wash my own shit covered ass, and then in thiiiis page…” you trailed, flicking back a few pages to a title that had almost caught your interest before, “yeah here. In this section it details ‘training techniques and guides for making your hybrid competent in use of blades and blunt weapons.’ So essentially I have to be watched to make sure I get my fuckin ‘crust’ or whatever cleaned off because I’m an incompetent beast, but I can also be reasonably expected to wield a fucking machete! What kind of bullshit is this?!”

Soap and Gaz were dead silent for a few seconds, lips sealed firmly shut and eyes wide as you waved the page around that had the giant sword diagram. That is, until the moment they both looked at each other. After that they burst out into floods of laughter, clutching their chests and howling like animals themselves until tears started falling down their cheeks. 

“It’s not funny!” you growled, taking another look through the ‘guide’ for anymore terrible tidbits. 

“It’s not, it’s really not,” Gaz affirmed, trying to hold in his giggles. “It’s really fucked up, but c’mon, mate. Crust!”

“They didn’t even have to go into that crust shite, but the fact they went on and actually specified the parts in the diagram that had to be cleaned and all that,” Soap wheezed, “I don’t know who the experience is worse for! Where did Ghost even pull this crap from? Did he time travel back to 1945?”

You groaned and turned to the front page, ears drooping back when you found the publishing date. 

“Man, this is from the fucking seventies,” you frowned, realising what torments could’ve befallen you had you been born just a bit earlier. “Wait…you guys don’t think this is Ghost’s personal copy…”

You cut yourself off. All of you were silent.

“Well its possible they could’ve just issued Ghost with an old copy rather than print new ones,” Gaz shrugged, voice weak from laughing so much already. “You know what budgeting’s like.”

“Hold the bus, I’m gonna google something,” Soap announced, pulling his own phone out his trousers and quietly muttering to himself. “Hybrid hygiene, British army regulations…here we go…from the 1960’s hybrids were able to voluntarily join the army or be transferred in from institutes for displaced hybrids and… hygiene was taught in handler training courses and monitored by…then up until 20- steamin’ jesus.” 

“What?” you and Gaz sounded off in unison.

“Essentially says here that the practice of teaching hybrid hygiene and monitoring it didn’t completely end in all British bases until well after Ghost joined up which means…-”

“Ghost is probably a certified crust inspector,” you said gravely. 

At that you all burst out laughing. The room practically shook, none of you could contain yourselves, the sounds ricocheted off the walls and exploded in your ears. Though you couldn’t muster the wherewithal to care. For a few moments you all laughed in a joint heap until slowly you all came back to yourselves and closed the manual, doing all you could to stop yourself from launching it out the skylight above. 

“That’s fuckin awful stuff,” Soap said, finally getting back to finishing up with the sink. “Glad I never signed up for any o’ that pish. I’ll gladly take apart a bomb before I have to supervise you in the tub, furball.” 

“Me too,” Gaz sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Least you’ll never have to get bathed and de-crusted. Almost puts a silver lining on Branhaven if you never had to deal with that, huh?”

“God, I never thought I’d say it, but thank you Maddox for being a neglectful dick,” you muttered, giggling after Gaz snorted from next to you. 

-🐺- 

Later on that day, after Soap and Gaz had dropped you off with Price, the full schedule that you’d been handed weighed heavily on you. You drooped over Price’s sofa and were barely able to read more than a few pages of your new book until you gave up and slumped fully into the cushions. 

You happily dozed off with the sound of Price’s accompanying pen scratches and mutterings, your lips curving into a soft smile against the saggy old cushions. Cigar smoke and musk cradled your prone form and with just the gentlest hint of spiced citrus, you were letting it carry you off to sleep. 

However, before unconsciousness could fully take you, a loud unfamiliar knock sounded at Price’s door and shattered you from any notion of rest. Your heart beat rapidly, chest thumping heavily and you sat up fully and at attention.

You looked over at Price, watching as he put down his pen and shuffled his papers. He made a brief second of eye contact and shrugged as if to tell you that he didn’t know who it was until he looked back toward the darkened door. He’d yet to turn his main light on, instead he sat commanding the room from his lamplit desk. 

“Yes. Who is it?” he barked, rubbing his weary eyes.

“Captain, it’s Major Kelly, I need to speak with you about an incident involving your team’s hybrid. Can I come in?” Called a lilting Irish voice.

Your ears perked up and again you looked at Price, but he didn’t look back at you this time. He set his jaw in a tight line and folded his hands up across the top of his desk, thumping them heavily into the wood. 

“Door’s open, Major,” he called, voice booming in a way you hadn’t heard it before. “Let’s hear it.”

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, p in v, cunnilingus, rather soft Dabi, f!reader Synopsis: on the morning of Dabi's birthday, you and he indulge in a slow and passionate lovemaking session A/N: the prompt was celebratory kisses the minute Dabi wakes up This marks the second story crafted in celebration of Dabi's birthday 💜

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST DABI'S BIRTHDAY EVENT

The soft morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as you stirred awake. You blinked sleepily, feeling the gentle weight of Dabi's arm draped over your waist. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest indicated peaceful slumber. The realization that today was Dabi's birthday brought a smile to your face, and you decided to make this morning extra special.

His black hair was tousled, falling gracefully across his forehead, and his disheveled demeanor somehow added to the allure that surrounded him.

A tender smile graced your lips as you observed him, appreciating the rare tranquility that embraced him in these moments. The temptation to press your lips to his forehead lingered, and with a gentle touch, you brushed away a stray lock of hair that clung to his skin. As if sensing your presence, Dabi stirred, eyelids fluttering open to reveal the glint of turquoise eyes.

A playful glint danced in your eyes as you leaned in, capturing his lips in a celebratory kiss. It was a slow, lingering connection, filled with the unspoken promise of a day dedicated to joy and love. As you pulled away, Dabi's smirk deepened, and he brushed his thumb across your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't contain the excitement as you whispered, "Happy birthday, Dabi. May all of your dreams come true."

"Didn't expect you to be the sentimental type," he teased, stretching lazily. "But I'll take it."

Your fingertips danced with feather-light grace along the rugged contours of Dabi's face, tracing the story of scars that marked his tumultuous journey.

His eyes followed your every movement, a silent appreciation for the tenderness bestowed upon him. A hushed sigh escaped Dabi's lips as your touch lingered, a delicate caress that spoke volumes without the need for words.

You leaned forward, bridging the space between you. The kiss that followed was a manifestation of the profound connection that bound you together. Slow and deliberate, it was a dance of passion and vulnerability.

Your lips met his with a gentle fervor, a sweet collision of emotions that spoke of love and longing.

Dabi responded, the initial surprise giving way to a hunger. As your tongues entwined in a delicate ballet, a subtle power play unfolded. It was a silent duel, a dance of dominance where Dabi's controlled fervor easily asserted itself. His tongue danced with yours, a testament to the untamed spirit that defined him. The taste of him was a heady concoction, a blend of smoky defiance and the underlying sweetness that only those close to him could perceive.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, Dabi chuckled softly, brushing your cheek with his thumb. "What has come over you, Y/N?"

A warm smile adorned your face as you delicately pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, tilting your head to the side with a graceful gesture. With one hand, you gently traced patterns on Dabi's chest, feeling the steady beat beneath your fingertips. "It's a truly special day, my handsome tiger. Your birthday deserves to be extraordinary," you expressed, your voice carrying a tender affection. "I want it to be memorable and filled with joy."

Dabi responded with a scoff, a subtle eyeroll accompanying his incredulous gaze. "You're well aware that birthdays aren't exactly my thing, doll face," he remarked, a trace of amusement in his voice as he gently rubbed your shoulder.

A mischievous glint sparked in your eyes as you bit your lip.

As he attempted to rise, you gently pressed against his chest, causing him to surrender back to the soft embrace of the mattress. "No getting up," you declared with a teasing firmness.

Cocking an eyebrow, he emitted a small sigh, a mixture of amusement and curiosity lingering in the air.

Unfazed by his initial skepticism, you moved with deliberate slowness, mounting Dabi, your gaze fixed on him from above. Leaning in, you initiated another kiss, a fusion of sensuality and longing as you grinded against his crotch a little.

Dabi emitted a soft hum within the kiss, capturing your lower lip between his teeth. Both of his scarred hands found their place on your hips, aiding the rhythmic motion as you engaged in the grind.

The intensity of the heated kiss left you breathless, gasping for air when you finally parted, a momentary respite amidst the shared fervor. "My handsome man," you whispered, tracing the contours of his lips with your fingers.

He rolled his eyes dismissively. "Cut it out, doll face. I'm anything but handsome, hmm?"

Clicking your tongue in disapproval, a frown etched on your face, you retorted, "No, you stop. You're the most handsome man I've ever met."

Dabi added a dark jest, "Am I not your first and only boyfriend? That's why you have such a crooked taste for men."

Angrily, you growled and attempted to get off him, but he held you in place. "Just joking."

Looking down at him, you playfully tapped his forehead. "I hate your sense of humor, Dabi."

A dark chuckle escaped him, and he placed a hand on the back of your neck, drawing you closer. "C'mere." His lips pressed forcefully against yours in a yearning, commanding kiss, while he subtly bucked his hips up into you, seeking the desired friction.

A low moan escaped your lips, your hips rolling in tandem with his, intensifying the friction. The kiss deepened, and with a lingering passion, your tongue explored his mouth.

Dabi placed his hands firmly on your sides, adjusting his knees to press against your ass. With a sudden, powerful movement, he flipped both of you, pinning you down onto the mattress with determined force and grin adorning his scarred face. "Hi."

You chuckled, your cheeks flushed. "Hey there, handsome," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into yet another kiss.

You offered no resistance as his long fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, methodically drawing them down your thighs until they were entirely removed. There was no objection as he swiftly yanked your oversized t-shirt upward, exposing your breasts to the cool air, your nipples tightening in response to the chill. Unwavering, you made no protest as Dabi enveloped one of your buds with his mouth, delicately sucking while simultaneously teasing the other with gentle pinches. Through it all, not a single objection crossed your mind; instead, you welcomed each touch without hesitation.

You could sense his dick growing, his hardened length pressing against your covered clit beneath the fabric of your panties.

Passionately engaged in the make-out session, you eagerly ran your hands down to his waist and lower, skillfully pushing his sweatpants down his legs.

Aware that Dabi's mind still lingered in the haze of slumber, you anticipated a gentle, unhurried lovemaking session.

The black-haired man traced a path of open-mouthed kisses along your body, licking down from your tummy to the hem of your panties. With a deep sigh, Dabi met your gaze, offering a smirk before planting kisses on your clit through the fabric, causing you to arch your back and release a moan of pleasure.

"I still don't get why you wear those to bed," Dabi remarked, his fingers gently exploring your folds through the fabric of your panties. With a deliberate motion, he shifted the panties aside, unveiling your delicate clit and folds already coated in slickness. Dabi grinned at the sight. "Well, well, doll face, look at you, already so wet for me and I barely touched you yet."

A sigh escaped you, but as his warm tongue pressed against your folds, a pant escaped your lips, and you sank deeper into the mattress.

Dabi leisurely traced his tongue up and down your slick folds, savoring every taste with appreciative hums. "So delicious, just f'me," he grunted, grinding his crotch against the mattress, seeking additional friction.

The more attention he lavished upon your pussy, the more you found yourself succumbing to a whiny, needy state. Eventually, you slid both hands into his midnight-black hair, gradually bucking your hips up to grind against his tongue and lips, moaning his name. "D-Dabi! Oh, just like that, fuck."

The man possessed a keen understanding of how to please his girl. He tenderly planted a small kiss on your clitoris before teasing it with his index finger. "Be a good, little brat and refrain from cumming just yet, understood?" he ordered, adding moisture with a deliberate spit on your pussy.

You gasped, feeling your heart pound within your chest like a captive animal desperately trying to break free from its cage.

Dabi dove back between your thighs, securing one arm around your left thigh and placing the other on your lower abdomen, effectively anchoring you in place.

You were already a whimpering wreck, your thighs trembling intensely as you fought to restrain yourself from reaching climax. "Dabi, please, please! I just can't!" You begged, your voice raspy.

Dabi, enthusiastically lapping at your folds with his tongue, shot you a glance while shaking his head from side to side, intensifying the friction and producing the most lewd noises you had ever heard.

With merciful intent, he tenderly kissed your pussy a few times before slowly moving up your quivering form. Finally, his lips met yours, and you could taste the lingering essence of yourself on his mouth.

He grasped his hardened dick, playfully slapping it against your mound, eliciting moans from you. The mushroom tip of his dick nudged at your entrance, and with a single, deliberate roll of his hips, Dabi effortlessly entered you, bottoming out in you.

With half-closed eyelids, you gazed up at him, offering a tender smile. "I love you, Dabi," you confessed sincerely as he began to move within you, initiating deliberate thrusts with a gentle rhythm.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. "Love you too, princess."

Dabi secured both your hands above your head, holding them in a firm grip as he intensified his thrusts. Grunts and curses escaped him, expressing his appreciation for the tightness you offered him.

"Please, baby, I need to touch you," you pleaded, gazing into his captivating eyes.

Dabi only grinned, shaking his head dismissively. "If you cum on this cock like the good slut you are, then maybe I'll consider it."

The tip of his dick grazed the back of your pussy with every thrust, causing your spongy walls to spasm rhythmically around his girth.

You bit down on your lower lip, emitting a fervent moan as Dabi lifted one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder. The shift in angle allowed him to penetrate you even deeper.

"Look at you, little slut. When we first met, you were a good girl with manners. I doubted how someone like you could be a villain. But look at you now, moaning like a cheap whore, salivating at the thought of my cum filling your tiny cunt. You're such a slut, little princess," Dabi mockingly whispered in your ear. His thrusts grew erratic, a sign he was nearing his own climax.

His lewd words pushed you to the brink, and you screamed his name, climaxing around his shaft.

Dabi grinned, capturing your parted lips in a kiss, intensifying his rhythm. After a few more thrusts, he growled deeply, releasing his warm cum within you, filling you completely.

He rested atop you, yet you welcomed the weight that anchored you further to the mattress without a hint of complaint.

After he released your hands, you wrapped your arms around his back, fingers trailing over the juncture where scarred skin met the unblemished. "Thank you, handsome," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It was a good sex."

He chuckled wryly. "Yeah, it was. I think that's the only thing I like about my birthday."

You frowned and shot him a glare. "Strange, considering you fuck me almost every night."

Dabi placed both hands on either side of your head, looking down at you. A few strands of his hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat. "True, but it tastes different somehow? Don't know how to explain it."

"Admit you enjoy the slow sex, love," you mocked, and a frown crossed his forehead.

"You wish, little slut," he retorted, pulling out of you. "Come on, time to get up. And I swear, if Twice and Toga got me another pastel-pink cake this year, I'll burn the damn place."