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[meganegatari]

Bro I literally eat up ur writing every time😭can u do ellie using a vibe on u?

before you read.

☆: KILLING 3 BIRDS W ONE STONE HEHE. i feel these all go well, so why not. sorry for the insane wait, and the wildly lazy writing...me putting this off forever only to bang out a crappy blurb in like 2 mins...also can't stick to a single aesthetic WHATEVA.

◇: vibrator use, fingering, porn w/out plot (sawry), dom-ish ellie (but she's still kinda silly), overstimulation, squirting, aftercare at the end (all r! recieving).

"you can take it, doin' so good." she murmurs under her breath, her face contorted in concentration.

you squeal when ellie presses the vibrator hard against your poor, overworked clit, the sensations almost too much to bear. but no matter how overwhelming it may be, it's still so mind numbingly good. the device has been set on a mode midway for the past...however long, and you've completely lost count of how many times she's made you cum thus far. for all you knew, it could have been well into the double digits, and she didn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

ellie’s eyes were dark, low with blown out pupils. they remain trained on you, flickering between observing your facial expressions, your squirming body, covered in a shiny layer of sweat, and what's going on under her hands. "...ellie, hold on...wait." you gasp out, struggling to catch your breath.

she detaches the device from you, her tattooed hand traveling up your body, settling on the side of your face to cup your cheek, and wipe away a stray tear that had escaped from your eye. "need a break, babe?" she says, her gaze softening. that honey voice she puts on, featuring a light domineering timbre, it immediately makes you wet all over again and you whimper quietly, bucking your hips up in pursuit of more stimulation. she notices—of course she does, observant as a fox—and her lips stretch into a sneer, "yeah that's what i thought, still need more." she chuckles, before thrusting the tip of the toy back onto your swollen clit, biting her lip when she watches you arch backward, mantras of her name and pleas falling from your lips.

her free hand, which was previously resting on your knee, flies down the inside of your parted thighs, grazing the heated skin, and she teases your hole with two digits, eagerly observing the reactions. she quickly stuffs her middle two fingers inside with ease, slick and pearly cum leaking down her slender knuckles. curling upwards to massage your g-spot, the pleasure is causing explosions of colors to appear in your vision, your eyes are filling with tears once again.

"just gimme one more, okay?" ellie orders gently, clicking buttons to increase the intensity of the vibrator even more, and you nearly shriek. out of instinct your legs fight to close around her hands, but she's quick to push your knee to the side again, tutting. "nuh-uh, don't do that. just one more. say the safeword if you really want me to stop, alright?" you open one eye and nod meekly at her, and she resumes. within no time at all you feel the brink of orgasm swell in your lower abdomen once more, your legs trembling at every purr of the toy. and she can tell as well by the way you're whining and panting, all with a fucked out, lazy smile playing on your face.

silent moans trapped in your throat, you feel the blinding ecstasy overtake your body, blacking out your senses for a moment. she has lessened the setting to work you through it effectively, all while muttering sweet praises throughout.

"god, look at that." she whispers in awe once it's over, discarding the device on the floor and rubbing her hands across your legs to ease the tension in your thighs, making sure you're okay. she hovers over you to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then over your entire face, grinning when she hears you laugh.

her goofy tone returns, "fuckin' squirted all over me, baby. we'll clean up just gimme a sec." she cuddles up to you, nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck, sighing and softly stroking the top of your head. "next time we'll do a couple more, make a new personal best, whaddaya think?"

tags (idk why some didn’t work): @andersonfilms @ch6douin @aouiaa @sapphic-ovaries @astro-cat2 @paqerings @r3starttt @littlefallenangel111 @srooch @sinfulprayerss @lvlymicha @sunnsh1ine @anniee333 @flowrmoth @liddysflyer @fortune777 @claude999 @brunaedn @lanabaezzzz

[worldofstoriesanddreams]

Is there an age limit? Part 2

“For me?” The annoying red-clad giant of a man who was all sunshine and diabetes-inducing puppies bounced around. He played with the communicator Batman handed to him as if it were a shiny new toy.

“I can’t believe I’m in the Justice League!” The Herculean man-child squealed, grinning like an imbecile. “Somebody, kick me. Show me I’m not dreaming!�� 

Guy Gardner was too happy to oblige. 

“My pleasure.”

His signature kick - a brutal, no-holds-barred move - would send a seasoned fighter flying across the floor. Guy delivered one of his specialties to Captain Whitebread.

Crack!

“My leg!” 

Agony ripped from his foot, up his leg, as he felt his bones shatter upon impact with that brick wall of a man.

“I broke my leg!” He hopped to the nearest seat, clutching his foot, hoping to earn sympathy points with Ice. 

The cold beauty looked away.

Instead, the Big Red Cheese hovered towards him.

“I’m so sorry.” The overgrown baby - who was made of concrete - had the audacity to offer him a hand. 

“Can I help you?”

“Nah, Guy’s just being Guy,” Hal pulled Justice League’s newest recruit away. “You must see our recreation rooms!”

Superman, one of the Big Three, intercepted them. 

“Wait, Cap,” he dangled a set of keys in front of Captain Whitebread. 

“You get the room beside mine,” Superman grinned as the big blue boy scout wrapped his arm around the cheesy red boy scout. 

He behaved as if Cap was his twin brother. “I’ll show you your private quarters!”

Guy’s jaw dropped as he turned as green as his ring.

While every member of the Justice League had a private room in the Watchtower, a cluster of four rooms were considered prime estate. Three of the four prestigious rooms were taken by the Big Three - Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman. 

Captain Whitebread gets the fourth? 

It is as good as telling the hero community that the dolt is one of the Big Four.

Guy knew he deserved that honour far more than that joke of a hero.

 *

“Holy Moley!” Captain Marvel’s gawked at his private quarters. “Is this for me?”

“All yours,” Superman grinned, spreading out his arms. 

His fellow Kryptonian’s childlike wonder was a welcome change from the jaded cynicism, or even worse, the self-important grandeur of some heroes.

“Can this room handle lightning strikes?” Captain Marvel ran his hand over a wall.

“Well,” Superman rock on the back of his heels. 

“We are in space, so there is no lightning out here. But it can withstand intense heat, radiation, corrosive environments and physical stress, so I’d imagine it can handle a regular thunderstorm.”

Marvel frowned, in thought. “Can it handle over a billion volts at more than 30,000 degrees Celsius?”

“I’m not sure if anything can handle that,” Superman replied.

“May not be an issue if….” Captain Marvel’s face lit up with a dazzling grin. 

“Never mind. I know what to do.” He chuckled. 

“Wisdom of Solomon,” he tapped his head.

Cap’s eyes bugged out at the fully stocked mini-fridge and pantry. He picked up a can of beer. “I’m sure you must be a certain age to drink these,” he frowned.

Superman wasn’t a fan of alcohol either. It had no effect on his Kryptonian physiology. He didn’t fancy the taste. 

“I don’t like beer or alcohol either. It might be a Kryptonian thing,” he beamed, more certain than ever that he was no longer the last of his kind. “I had mine swapped for milk,” he grinned. “I can arrange that for you too.”

“That would be cool!” Cap looked delighted. “Can I have chocolate milk?”

Cap behaved like a kid let loose in a toy shop as Superman showed him the room’s features.

“The bed and walls are reinforced, but cannot withstand our strength, if you toss and turn in your sleep,” Superman warned. “Do you sleepwalk?”

“No,” Cap pursed his lips. “I’ll power down before bed so it shouldn’t be an issue.”

Power down? Does Marvel have portable red sun lamps? 

That’s a brilliant idea he could adopt.”

For the rest of the morning, Superman had the pleasure of showing his new brother the rest of the Watchtower.

“Superman, this place is awesome!” Cap remarked

“Call me Kal,” Superman replied. 

“Okay Kal. You were saying you have Polar Bears in your Fortress of Solitude. Can I play with them?” Marvel pleaded with large, puppy eyes.

“Sure, Will-em,” Kal replied. 

Cap cringed. “I rather you call me Billy. William sounds so… old.”

“Bill, then?” Kal asked.

“Bill is good,” Billy replied.

Marvel prefers his civilian Earth name. 

He probably was raised on Earth too.

So civilian Earth name it is.

“Then call me Clark.”

Bill preferred flying to using the zeta tubes. He had a point. One can never tire of the magnificent view, flying on your power from the space station to earth.

“You keep your key where everyone can see?” Bill’s eyes widened at the large golden key outside Superman’s ice fortress.

“It’s made of dwarf star material and weighs millions of tons,” Clark smirked. “It’s not like anyone can pick it up and let themselves in.” He fitted the massive key into the keyhole.

“I bet I can,” Bill smirked. 

“Kryptonians can,” Clark replied. “But we’re almost extinct.” He handed the key to Marvel, who returned it to its place where it doubled up as an aircraft navigation marker.

“Holy Moley!” Bill’s jaw dropped lower as they walked into the fortress. “Are those your parents?” He pointed up at the statues Kal had created in memory of his birth parents.

“Yes. Jor-el and Lara Lor-Van,” Clark replied. “I was a baby when they sent me away. I don’t remember anything about them.”

“Oh,” Bill squeezed Clark’s shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay.” Clark assured him. “Ma and Pa Kent took me in when I landed on earth as a baby. They raised me as their own son.”

“That’s cool. I don’t have parents. I lost mine when I was five,” Bill’s eyes glistened with tears. 

“I can still remember them, though the memories are getting fuzzy.”He dropped his smile.

“You can always visit me and my family at the farm,” Superman patted his back.

“Farm?” Cap’s eyes widened. “You grew up in a farm?”

“Raised there. My folks live there,” he chuckled as he led Bill through the fortress' many chambers. “Talking about families, there’s a polar bear family I want you to meet.”

He opened a door that led into a natural cave just outside the Fortress of Solitude.

“My neighbours,” Clark gestured at a family of polar bears. 

The father and mother bears nodded at the men and chuffed their greeting.

Bill chuffed back. 

Then he whimpered like a playful bear cub.

Curious cubs approached Cap with their heads up and ears forward.

The biggest baby bear swatted the air in a playful mock attack. 

Captain Marvel pawed back as younger cubs rolled around. 

Their mother walked slowly towards Cap, and sniffed at him. 

The babies followed suit. 

Between the cuffs, whines and whimpers, the bears seemed to be having some sort of conversation with the man.

“Do you understand what they are saying?” Clark walked up to them, getting a growl in response.

“Oh sorry,” Bill replied. “I keep forgetting we aren’t speaking English.”

“Huh?” Clark frowned. Confused.

“Sasha here was telling me about your noisy machines driving their fish away,” Bill added. “She asks you to be a good neighbour and keep the noise down.”

Apparently, the mother bear was Sasha, the father bear was Phil.

“I’m hardly here,” Clark replied.

Bill chuffed at the mother bear, getting a series of growls in return.

“She says, you may not be here, but your machines still make too much noise. These two days, the sounds are more frequent and worse,” Bill explained.

Sasha chuffed some more.

“Then there are the newcomers in shiny suits that came through this week,” translated Bill.

“That’s not possible,” Clark had a nagging feeling something was wrong.

Phil roared. 

Sasha herded the cubs away.

“They are coming again. The bears smell them,” Clark translated for Bill. 

“Sasha is asking you to tell your guests to be more considerate.”

“What guests?” 

A sudden pain stabbed through Clark’s entire body. 

Kryptonite.

He searched for the source, but his super-vision failed him. A wave of dizziness hit him. Hard.

“Are you okay, Clark,” Bill caught him before he hit the ground.

“Kryptonite,” his vision turned blurry as an armoured figure bearing a large chunk of Kryptonite stalked past the bears, towards him.

“I got this.” 

Bill’s voice was the last thing Clark heard before he blacked out.

*

“Batman! Superman’s poisoned!” Captain Marvel strode into the Watchtower carrying a limp, green-faced Superman.

“What happened?” Batman led Marvel to The Infirmary.

“Kryptonite bomb exploded in our faces,” Marvel grimaced. “Shards of Green K pierced his skin. I removed as much as I could but I don’t have X-ray vision, but I think he breathed particles of Kryptonite, so can you check his lungs?”

“Hmmph,” Batman scrutinised Marvel. “Why aren’t you affected?”

“Kryptonite doesn’t bother me,” Marvel replied. “We were attacked in the Arctic. Who do I hand the culprits over to?”

“Bring them here for interrogation,” Batman replied. If these guys infiltrated Superman’s fortress, he wanted to find out more. “Local authorities don’t have the facilities or security to store technology that is advanced enough to take down Superman. Bring everything here for safekeeping.”

“Yes, sir!” Marvel did a chipper salute and disappeared in a red blur.

So, Captain Marvel is immune to Kryptonite. He doesn’t have X-ray vision either. The man is clearly not a Kryptonian.

As he applied the ultrasonic vibratory device to Superman’s chest to loosen the kryptonite particles in his lungs, Batman pondered on the new information that Marvel had revealed about himself.  

Marvel may not be a Kryptonian, but he could be a Daxamite. 

These are descendants of Kryptonians who left Krypton to explore space. They have the same powers as Kryptonians but do not have x-ray vision. 

Although they are not affected by Kryptonite, Daxamites have a fatal sensitivity to lead.

Batman set up the portable lung lavage system to wash out Superman’s lungs. 

Then he headed to his private quarters where he kept his contingencies against every member of the Justice League.

He removed the Kryptonite from Marvel’s box and replaced it with lead bullets. 

[etheries1015]

He finds you falling apart; in complete shambles, a sobbing mess.

Malleus

He isn't certain how to handle such strong emotions, he doesn't know what to do when he finds you sobbing in the garden. As the tears fall down your cheeks and you mutter apologies to the fae, All he can do is sit next to you and kindly offer his shoulder and words of comfort, waiting for you to calm down so he may ask what is causing your soul such misery.

He hopes you will communicate what it is he could do to assist you. If a hug is what you need, he shall provide. If silence is what you wish for, he will grant it as such. If you are in dire need of a distraction, he knows a place you will adore while he speaks about its history. He is not the type to simply assume what will help in this situation- he will awkwardly hover until you guide him to the best possible course of action.

You must expect to find new trinkets and shiny objects to come your way for the next week- he wants to make it abundantly clear he wishes for you to smile once more, and he hopes to achieve that by his little gifts.

"My dearest, what causes these tears to flow so heavy from your eyes? Whatever it may be, I shall be by your side and face it with you, for you needn't suffer alone. Now tell me, who do I need to confront for stealing your precious smile away from me?"

Lilia

Lilia had known the ins and outs of emotions fairly well. He could easily read people- you were no exception. He understands immediately if you need a hug, to be left in peace, or to be endlessly pampered. Upon hearing your painful wails of sorrow, he was quick to react.

Any attemps at apologizing to him for your sobs were fallen upon deaf ears. You were quickly chastised for those "sorrys" and were engulfed in his embrace, his hand stroking your hair or rubbing circles on your back gently with a tune of old escaping his lips. He had used this method for his inconsolable children in the past, and he found it just as effective for adults as well.

Even thanking the fae for being there for you was also quickly shut down. He insists that you need not thank or apologize to him for your tears, for you were important to him thus it was a requirement he be there in your time of misery. You felt comfortable talking to him about your woes, the red eyed fae listening intently whilst brewing you tea, setting up video games, or cooking you a meal (you didn't have much of the energy to reject this offer, he was doing it purely out of concern for your being. Crying takes a lot of of someone, he must do his due diligence and be certain you are properly sustained!)

"Ah...it pains me to see such tears. Remember, time moves forward, and you shall prevail past this little bump in the road, my little bat. Would you like to talk to me about it? I give good advice, if I do say so myself! Or shall we change the pace and play some games? I am not moving from this spot until you are smiling and laughing again!"

Kisses, cuddles, and comfort <3

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

Lucanis Dellamorte 💜🗡 he bewitched my heart and thus my hands--this is my biggest stained glass style embroidery piece yet! It's an 8inch hoop, and done primarily in silk thread, with a few sections of stain finish, metallic, and cotton threads. I did hand-dye or overdye some of these thread colors, though not as many as on previous pieces. It's hard to capture just how shiny these thread combinations are in person, but you can see it better in this video! Overall, I was able to get much more detailed and the finished product looking much smoother and glass-like than my 3.5inch mockeup I did in January as a color test.

I also tried something new, which was adding a tiny bit of fuscia watercolor to the center of the light colored dots/eyes in the background. I wanted to mimic the concentric circles of the original tarot art, which isn't possible with just dither shading for this satin stitch approach. Using watercolors to dye the threads after they've been stitched let me create that illusion more accurately (though hovering paint above the finished piece was indeed anxiety inducing). The effect is subtle, but I do think adds to the overall piece, even if no one but me will notice.

I hope you enjoy looking at it! You can see more of my work in my "finished embroidery" tag, and my additional WIPs/process thoughts tagged as "my embroidery". I also sell my embroidery pattern templates on kofi and etsy, and am currently open for commissions as well :)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

can i get a scarlet/violet gang x ghost trainer reader who lets their ghost types possess them for pranks ?

This took a minute to think about until mochi mayhem dropped--then I got ideas haha

...........

During the events of Mochi Mayhem...you seemed remarkably unfazed by Pecharunt's "curse" spreading throughout the village, finding it more amusing than frightening.

And it's because you were no stranger to being possessed yourself.

Your first experience occurred after a Spiritomb's soul got separated and found you as a temporary host while you were exploring some ruins in Paldea (with your poor Fuecoco at the time being terrified for you).

Fortunately it wasn't an aggressive one, just a scared lonely spirit that was piloting your body around until it was reunited with the other 107 souls of that Spiritomb....which turned out to be a shiny!

In a show of gratitude, it decided to join your team--and soon you found your true calling as a ghost type trainer.

So you've picked up other ghosts throughout your journeys in Paldea, Kitakami, and BB Academy.

At some point you trusted your main team enough to allow them to possess your body.

Initially, they only did if they believed it was necessary (ie saving you from a fall or sudden Pokémon attack).

But then you decide to let them do so for pranks and such--mainly reserving those for whoever bothered your friends, while other times your friends are the hapless victims.

Exhibit A: When a BB Academy student is harassing Kieran over how he used to act, you see him getting upset and have one of your Shiny Spiritomb's souls possess you, enabling you to creep up and stare at the bully--all behind his back without him ever noticing you.

He's confused when they suddenly look terrified and run away....and then he slowly turns around, screaming a bit upon seeing your face in the likeness of a Spiritomb (like in that one episode of Journeys where Ash gets possessed by one).

You feel bad, especially after the soul leaves your body, and you promise that you'll never do that again.

Although he is grateful you saved him from that intense moment.

Exhibit B: You're hanging out with Penny at your house, watching her play some horror game on your console.

Your Gengar gets the mischievous idea to turn the lights off and possess you, creating a creepy atmosphere all around the house, making your friend paranoid of whether the sounds were coming from the game or elsewhere.

In hindsight, it sounds hilarious..but you forgot Penny doesn't fw horror movie tropes like that.

As she commands Umbreon to attack you out of pure instinct-

Only to see you and Gengar get forcibly separated and hit the ground hard.

Knock Off was no joke.

She apologizes but is a bit annoyed bc she couldn't save her progress thanks to your "prank".

Exhibit C: While Arven is giving Nemona, Penny, Kieran, and Carmine lessons on the art of sandwich crafting, you stroll over with some purple mochi, offering it as a dessert.

Obviously they decline, seeing Pecharunt literally hovering beside you and wondering if you already forgot what happened.....and are horrified when you shrug and eat one, your eyes turning purple.

Yet before anyone can fully freak out, you just laugh and start talking normally.

To make a long story short, you and the mythical 'mon came to an agreement that you'll eat the mochi it provides as long as it doesn't make you do anything harmful (like battling) or anything ridiculous (like dancing and saying "mochi" nonstop) while possessing you.

It's still mischievous at heart, of course. You'll allow it to have a little bit of fun considering its troubling past.

Exhibit D: Your Skeledirge was the first 'mon you used the Synchro Machine on after arriving to BB Academy, walking around and battling wild Pokémon in the terarium for a few good hours.

This "reverse possession", however, left some adverse effects on you even after desynchronizing...as for several days you developed a habit for singing, could taste smoke in your breath, and even your partner's little fire bird companion decided that it wanted to nestle atop your head.

You realize what a funny prank this could be.

So you pull up to the cafeteria to the "date" Drayton invited you to and freak out the rest of the Elite Four (except for Crispin who immediately realizes you own a Skeledirge and thinks you're awesome).

That also makes for a rather...awkward reunion with Kieran who thinks you've seriously gone off the deep end, and you drop the act right away.

But he's too caught up in the idea of battling you and winning to care about why tf you're possessed rn.

[suguruspit]

begging for you

18+ MDNI!! // Choso x reader, vampire!Choso

cw; blood mention (vamp related not graphic!), begging, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation (choso)

summary: after intense battles choso needs to replenish blood, something he finds no particular pleasure in until he finds you. he makes sure you get something out of it, and he loves you. <3

Choso was a patient man- half man? He still wasn’t sure what he technically classed as, as if it mattered. Being born to a half curse had its side-effects, not to mention existing as a cursed womb death painting for over a hundred years before being able to stretch his legs. His brothers manifested in ways that made them outwardly more ‘cursed’, whereas he seemed to have settled into his body quite well. 

Noritoshi Kamo possessed the Blood Manipulation technique, it was inherited and therefore part of the body, meaning Kenjaku had been able to pass it down to him. Blood Manipulation, as it seems, is a lot more complicated than simply telling your blood where to go. Using blood in battle has its setbacks, and if the opponent is smart, they won’t let the fluid return to your body. 

Which means, in short, Choso needs to replenish it in less than conventional ways. 

There’s the traditional blood bags which he used to get Kechizu to steal off the back of the transportation vans, preying on smaller animals which tasted rotten and gamey, or… feeding off of humans. 

Choso likes humans, they can be misguided and psychopathic but that's the minority of them, and he’s half-human himself so he has a sense of some connection to them, which means he doesn’t prefer the final method as it isn’t in his ideals to harm another human when there isn’t necessity to do so. 

Unfortunately, though, it happens to be the best way to replenish his blood and feed his strength after battle. What’s fortunate, though, is he met you. Who doesn’t seem to mind this affliction of his at all.

However, as patient as he is, as intelligent as he is, when it comes to you that just isn't the case/

"Fuck," Choso breathes, taking in the sight below him. You were both on your bed because it was twice the size of the one Jujutsu Tech gave him. Your hair was fanned out across the pillows, legs spread with your knees half up as you caught your breath. "S'good for me."

You whine, hands covering your eyes in embarrassment as Choso just hovers above you, staring, admiring his handy work. Pink, angry marks shiny with spit were dotted across your thighs and stomach, leading up to your chest where they tapered off into nip marks instead.

Choso can never get enough. He's greedy, he knows that he just doesn't deserve any of this but you're here, you're with him. So perfect, angelic, his savior.

"Cho?" You ask quietly, not wanting to spook him out of whatever he's got on his mind, but your thighs are grinding together and you can feel your own slick sticking them together. "You okay baby?"

"Can I touch you?" Choso answers in a whisper, hands ghosting above your breasts as his scar starts to leak pin-pricks of blood on his nose as he gets flustered.

"You already have been," You laugh breathlessly, but you take his hand anyway and guide it to your chest, letting out a quiet moan as he squeezes gently, smoothing his thumb over the soft flesh of it.

He leans down before taking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently, his eyes rolling back at the noises you make for him. He ruts his hips against the sheets and whines around his mouthful, making you bite your lip so hard you taste blood.

"Fuck, don't," Choso whines, his cool forehead leaning against the warmth of your stomach. His hand is moving quickly beneath you, and you feel heat stir in you at the realisation of what that means.

Your blood hangs in the air, a scent of metal and arousal, and Choso begs you to let him have it, let him earn it.

This leads to him desperately eating you out, tongue lapping up every trace of your taste that he can, whining whilst he does it and humping the mattress. Choso loves tasting you, something about it is so addicting, and he can't decide if he loves that more or the refreshing blood that flows through your veins, the blood that spills out fresh and warm onto his tongue when he bites down as you flutter around him.

Just the thought of it has him panting on to you, he sits up to press a thumb to your clit, rubbing gentle circles as he grunts above you, spilling his own release onto the bed.

You laugh breathlessly in between moans as you feel that familiar coil of heat in your stomach, and your thighs twitch at each circle of his fingers. Always so eager to please you he can never last.

"You're so beautiful," Choso moans out, cheeks pink and scar open and flowing now. He's rutting into the air, before he looks at you and lets his fangs drop so that they're denting his bottom lip. "Can I? I'll be good, I promise, princess. I'll be good for you."

You spread your legs with a groan, reaching out to take his hand as he frames over you, holding your hand and pushing inside, both of you groaning at the stretch.

"Oh god," Choso whimpers, hand gripping yours like his life depends on it. Blood from his nose drips onto your chest and flows like a slowing river down your stomach to join the mess you're both making. "You're so perfect."

"Fuck, Cho," You whimper. He's so big and the burning stretch as he starts a rhythm is just so good. He's so beautiful like this, thin bangs sticking to him with sweat and cheeks flushed a pretty pink making his nose scar stand out with a beautiful crimson. "So good for me, won't last baby, wanted you too much." You confess, hoping he can feel how desperate you really are, your slick already dripping on the bed and mixing with his come from earlier and that trail of blood.

Choso whines, rutting his hips into you, his rhythm failing slightly as you tighten around him. So close. He pants, before biting his lip and doubling his efforts, hips snapping and fucking into you roughly as you cry out against the pillows.

His index finger finds your clit again, sliding as your slick makes it slippery and wet. That band is getting tighter and tighter, but he hasn't bitten you yet, and you know that's what he needs.

"Cho, baby," You pant out, your hand reaches out to brush against his lips, catching his fangs slightly at the with-draw, making him whine and stutter his hips. "M'close, bite me, please, need you to." It's more of an incoherent babble, but you know he must get the message because he closes his eyes, tears leaking out from overstimulation before he finally leans down into your neck.

You can feel the tears drip down and cool your hot skin, and you bite your lip in anticipation. You really wanted to wait, to make the whole thing longer but you were so so close you felt like crying yourself, he was hitting all the right spots with such confidence and still abusing your clit which hurt just right.

"Can I?" Choso begs against your neck, breath ghosting against your jugular and you feel feverish. He's close, leaking impossibly inside you as he asks your permission. "Please, can't wait. Please."

"Yes!" You cry out, feeling yourself slip over that supernova of an edge, your walls flutter around him, pulling him in even tighter as your release coats him, creamy and wet and making you so tight that Choso sobs out against your neck.

His tongue teases your neck, following your vein before he lets out a prayer and a thank you and finally, finally, sinks his teeth into your warm and waiting flesh.

You gasp and whimper as it sets of a second wave of your orgasm, and you feel your vision go white. Choso is groaning and sobbing as he sucks your blood into his waiting mouth, his hips snapping up twice before he's coming hard, his hips humping you almost as it comes and comes. You feel it flowing down your thighs and your eyes slip close as you just let him have his way, knowing how much better he's going to feel in a minute.

It's not like you don't get anything out of this. Secretly, you hope he's off on another mission soon if it means this is the gift you get on his return.

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sorry that i dropped a singular fic and left for months I was getting over my embarrasment

[spark-river]

Brothers - Small things after a rough day (/pos)

Headcanon:

When one of the brothers had a particularly rough day, as in they're close to tears or throwing a tantrum, at least one of their brothers will get a feeling and go to comfort them. (It's a bad day but not the worst. If it was any worse the brothers would all act to comfort the one who's upset.)

Belphie will drape themself onto them, which is surprisingly effective. He's not typically found doing that to anyone but Beel on the regular but he knows some of his brothers appreciate physical affection. He's also mindful of when they're not up for touching anyone. Instead he will sleep nearby so they know they're not alone. (Quiet comfort to not overwhelm anyone though it mostly happens with Levi.)

Satan will try to sneak in a cat for the person (Mammon or Belphie) to cuddle. For the others he'll spam them with cute cat pictures because they're not as fond of cat hair (besides Beel but Satan is afraid to leave him alone with a cat). Lucifer is the only exception to this. Satan will go into his office and start an argument why cats are so much better than dogs. There's no realy heat behind it as he'll let Lucifer derail the conversation and let him talk about Cerberus for several minutes without interrupting. It typically lifts Lucifer's mood and when Satan eventually leaves both are aware that Satan was just worried for his brother.

Beel will give his brothers their favorite snacks when they're upset. Surprisingly he always seems to have a feeling when out shopping and one of his brothers is having a bad day (even if he hasn't seen them that day). Which means he's always prepared for when he needs to use the snacks.

Lucifer will leave small presents in the room of whoever is upset. Nothing special or even fancy most of the time, just a little pick-me-up. He had given Mammon more than one shiny rock. Leviathan gets a poster or figurine from his video games and animes. Belphie is happy with the cow pictures and pillows he has received (his cow pillow was once a gift from Lucifer). Lucifer likes to give Beel some samples of new sweets. Satan gets cat stickers and Asmo gets a foto of himself in some pretty get up.

Asmo in this case doesn't go for a self-care day with his brothers. In this scenario energy is very low and they can't handle all the attention. Since they've been brothers for so long Asmo is aware of it and will instead opt for physical affection or at most a massage. He'll hug his brothers and tell them how much he loves them in a quiet voice before simply sitting with them as they calm down. For Satan he often sends him a picture of him (Asmo) with a cat before gauging his reaction to find out if it's okay to approach.

Mammon is somewhat similar to Lucifer but he's often too broke to buy his brothers something short notice. Especially since he really wants to buy them something expensive. So instead he'll hunker down and try to craft something up. He's far from the best at such stuff but the effort often makes his brothers smile.

(Lucifer keeps crude drawings of Cerberus in his desk drawer. Satan has a badly made cat-bookmark. Levi started crying because in the printed picture of a character the hair was a slightly off colour. Still he kept it because Mammon came in seconds later, panicking about Levi crying. (Levi cherishes the memory since he felt so loved in that moment.) Beel and Belphie proudly display the printed pictures of family events (for Beel) and different cow breeds (for Belphie). Asmo never wears the bracelet Mammon made for him (partly because it's too big) but he has it near his collection of beaty products. It's a kind of reminder that he's also beatiful enough on the inside for people to care about him.)

Levi will hover around that person for a while before deciding on what to do. Which often ends with some anime themed tea or hot chocolate being made (even in summer) and a blanket thrown over whoever is upset. His brothers are not always happy with the blanket just showing up and even messing with whatever they were doing. Though Levi manages to find the most pleasing blankets for that particular brother so they'll resume their work with a blanket wrapped around them. Besides Beel who will smell the blanket for a while before going to work out. His mind set on showering afterwards and indulging in the (then cold) hot cocoa and snuggly blanket.

[witless-winion1]

“Ah! Eurylochus, you’ve never met my sister, have you?…Well, this is Ctimene. Ctimene, Eurylochus!”

This was quickly becoming a problem. 

Eurylochus had never had many issues with sleeping. Sure, sometimes in the summer he overheated, or he’d be pestered with some random ideas or melodies in his mind. But never anything like this. It was like this image was harassing him, keeping him awake. He stared at the ceiling and rubbed his eyes with a soft groan. 

Why was the image of his friend’s younger sister, of all people, tormenting him, stealing sleep from him in the wee hours of the morning? It was maddening! 

He turned over on his side, then the other way, staring at the wall. 

The way her shiny brown hair dropped from it’s intricate updo. The dimples she shared with Odysseus. The way her hazel eyes had lingered on him. The quiet, pleased tone of her voice as she nodded to him with a smile and taunted him with a mere greeting. Surely she hadn’t meant to taunt him? But even if she did, how was she managing to estrange him from Hypnos’ domain so effectively?! 

Eurylochus sighed again, a bit louder then necessary this time, and forced his body to still, squeezing his eyes shut. If he held them closed for long enough, he would eventually drift off, right?

Right…

Eurylochus. Hah, look at that, he’s practically dead. Eurylochus!

He groaned softly as something smacked at his cheek.

Hey, not too hard. Don’t hurt him. 

Oh, he’s fine. Wake up already. 

Eurylochus’ eyelids fluttered, coming to awareness enough to swat at someone’s hand. “Wha- ‘m awake, stop that.”

“‘About time.” When he opened his eyes, he found Odysseus hovering over him and withdrawing his hand, while Polites crouched beside him. 

“You fell asleep while we were taking a break from sparring,” Polites supplied helpfully, noting his confusion. “Are you feeling all right, my friend? You seem exhausted.” 

“He’s not wrong,” Odysseus cut in, his arms crossing as he leaned on the same tree Eurylochus did. “Like a dead man walking.”

“I’m fine,” Eurylochus defended.  

Polites merely hummed. “Okay…I’m gonna go get you some water, then.” With a thankful nod from Eurylochus, he got up and jogged away. 

Odysseus looked down at him, eyebrow raising. “Having a hard time sleeping, are you? Anything on your mind?”

Eurylochus felt the lower half of his face warm. “No,” he said, and perhaps something in his tone was off, because Odysseus clearly didn’t believe him. 

“You’ve been acting kinda tired ever since last week,” he said, squinting down at where the taller boy sat on the grass. “And the only thing out of the ordinary that I can think of that happened last week is…”

Oh, no.

“..I introduced you to Ctimene.” 

Athena just had to take the prince in and train him to be so observant and quick. 

“Whatever you’re thinking, I’m sure you’re mistaken.” 

“Ah, so I’m onto something, then,” Odysseus smirked. 

“You’re chasing your own foolish imagination.”

“Not as much as as you’re chasing sleep. And my sister…”

Dear gods, these royal siblings. They were going to be the death of him. 

[goodolddumbbanana]

The talk ( Moon meets Dark Sun in the dream.)

Moon had not dreamed much since his resurrection.

Perhaps it was the effect of being in a coma for so long, (Moon ignored the thought that someone had taken his place for over a year), or simply purely the fact that he rarely slept, but Moon often ended his days in dreamless sleep.

But rarely did not mean never, and often, unpleasant dreams were the ones that came unexpectedly.

The mysterious black mixed with purple and blue, lively with a thousand stars, filled with nebulae that sparkled like fireflies.

Books and blackboards filled with words drifted everywhere, filled with digital symbols and quantum physics formulas.

The white curtains floated without bars, fluttering as if blown by the wind, pulling the silk to reveal the person opposite Moon, flowing with soft lines and red flashes like the color of a melting sunset.

Cakes and honey were scattered around the milky wooden table, with the sharp pieces of a shattered vase that had long since stopped leaking, jagged glass shards that flashed purple, like someone’s crime scene.

A clanging sound of a honey-yellow porcelain vase and cup rang out in front of Moon, someone’s hand deftly pouring butterfly pea flower tea into the cup’s mouth, blowing out steaming steam leisurely.

They looked at Moon, who was sitting stiffly on a floating armchair, the only ones present at this unwanted tea party, smiling blandly.

“It’s more Wonderland themed than your shitty Kingdom Hearts 4, right?”

He could have replied, “First off all, How dare you, asshole. Kingdom Hearts is awesome.”

He could have also gotten straight to the point, “Where am I? Who the hell are you?”

Or Moon could—

His claws dug into the wood, accidentally crushing an orange macaroon that had been accidentally hit by a stray bullet. A few shards of glass stuck into the plastic of Moon’s palm, evoking a strange tingling sensation that had been constantly scratching at his train of thought lately before it shattered and sparkled like shooting stars in the air.

The flowers were the first to fly, followed by the cake and the shards of glass. The honey rippled out of the mouth of the jar, flying along with the tabletop straight into the face of the person he hated so much he couldn’t tear into a hundred pieces.

If it could reach that bastard’s face, Moon’s life would be truly good.

Unfortunately, nothing in his miserable life went his way.

Time frozen.

The four wooden legs stuck in the air, hovering as if to tease Moon about his own failure. Dark Sun still looked unharmed, the bastard wearing his brother's face like his favorite skinsuit, still languidly blowing on the teacup in his palm.

They looked so peaceful, with the way their ten fingers carefully hugged their torsos, while their elbows curled up as if afraid of the cold.

They painfully resembled Sun, from their movements to their voices, with the way their fingertips tapped the rim of their cups in 2/4 time, or their rays of light occasionally fluttering as if breathing.

The tassels and ribbons were too long, spreading to the ground, adding to the dust, yet they did not complain at all.

Red eyes stared at the mess that Moon had made without the slightest displeasure, only returning it with a soft sigh.

"You always know how to let others clean up for you, don't you?"

A snap of the fingers was all it took to return everything to its original state. The deep green color entered Moon’s eyes, a few butterfly pea petals still stuck to the rim of the steaming cup of tea in front of Moon.

“Lemons?” A few lemons rolled and fell into Moon’s arms. The green color was shiny and smooth, the cool sensation transmitted through Moon’s fingertips made him shiver. “Better for your health than all those times you went on a murderous rampage, right?”

“Shut it.”

He didn’t know what the hell Dark Sun expected of him with this fruit, did they think he could crush it with his bare hands?

And at the same time, even if he died again, Moon wouldn’t be stupid enough to drink anything this bastard made.

“Why are you here?”

Moon asked grumpily, squeezing the lemon in his hand unconsciously. It was a kind of stress relief he didn’t know he needed, especially when the other party was someone unknown to heaven or ghost.

The size fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, the lemon scent wafted up Moon’s nose.

A condescending chuckle answered him. Their bloodshot eyes looked at him pitifully, as their hands set down their cups.

The faint clicking sound echoed in the empty, hazy space.

“I could just bullshit my way out, couldn't I? Just take a guess.” Dark Sun tilted his head, as demure and beautiful as a still painting. The silk draped over them like royalty, as shy and clean as a rose. “Isn’t that what you’re good at? Solving puzzles?”

“This is a dream—” Moon hummed, scratching his fingers against the lemon peel, tracing the ripples in the flesh, ignoring the arrogant bastard’s shouts of agreement. “So you can’t really be Dark Sun.”

Dark Sun nodded, their voices flat, sore and dry like the way fingernails scratched a chalkboard after dipping in lemon juice.

the water of a cold winter day. They said, with empty chuckles and appreciation in their eyes like the way a snake opens its mouth wide at its prey.

“I could just be fragments, created from all the collected information you have gathered from Dark Sun. It just happens now because you’re under too much stress.” They chanted, as gracefully as if they could weave silks of words right in front of Moon. “--I could also be what your subconscious is trying to warn you about, what’s buried beneath layers and layers of self-loathing.”

“--or I could be something Nexus planted in your head,” their fingers curled as they unconsciously pushed the cup further away, “-a virus that accelerates the effects of the Kill code,” the table suddenly shook, the space seemed darker, with the only color being the red of Dark Sun’s eyes flickering in Moon’s night vision, “--to drive you insane like some beast you actually are.”

It was like the rustling of the wind and the shaking of the sea, when he could do nothing and they had all the control in his damn dream.

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Moon brushed off the chill that was running down his spine now, he threw the lemon at them with disgust, only for it to bounce off like it had hit a barrier.

He threw it again.

And again.

“Why the hell are you in this place!?”

“I don’t know Moon.” They spoke slowly, like Sun coaxing a three-year-old to stop sucking his toes. “The reason I’m here, it’s all up to you.”

“What do you mean?” Moon snorted in disgust. He threw another lemon.

It didn’t hit.

“I could be the worst nightmare, the biggest embarrassment you’ve ever created.”

Dark Sun stood up, their steps leisurely moving closer to Moon. Smoke wrapped around their bodies before slowly releasing a Moon model, revealing KC’s monstrously tall, slender figure, then in a flash the blue faded to bright yellow as their arms fell limp.

Bright as the darkness melted away, bright as the evil laughter that echoed like pins to the skin, painful as a phantom pain, painful as the time he’d been trapped in his own head for a month.

“-or I could be your heart, a precious memory you’ve been trying to avoid.”

The colors melted, fading into a soft metallic gold and the pearly clarity of their eyes was so soft that if it weren’t for some invisible force holding Moon to the chair, he would have pounced and broken their rays.

They dropped a ragged, dusty doll in the shape of Sun into Moon’s lap, and left him staring at it, not knowing how to react before their cold monotones were as flat and echoing as a piano that could only be played to a minor key.

“I am me, and I am you. I am the misery you create in that invisible prison you exile yourself to.”

“I am the truth in every lie you build, the helpless feeling of knowing you can’t do anything, can never reach it, with all the intelligence you possess.

“And I am the terror.” Their faces looked at him tenderly, their cold hands pressed to his cheeks with the impassivity of ice and plastic before they stepped back and wiped their hands with a clean handkerchief “--the way you look at Sun in horror whenever our brother acts differently.”

The ground shook and the universe melted. Darkness rushed at Moon and pushed him down.

And Moon fell.

Down a rabbit hole, past bolts and steaming machines and shuddering bells and the smell of concentrated disinfectant.

Falling like his feet had never touched the ground.

Falling like time was eternal, eternal, like the color of the sunset he learned to hate and love.

Thump.

The soft surface caressed Moon.

The brick red of the sofa caught Moon’s eye, followed by the smooth cream and patterns of the wallpaper.

He was in Earth’s office, but instead of his sister, it was Dark Sun, who was writing notes intently, wearing glasses and a warm brown suit that looked both old-fashioned and professional.

They were even wearing black pencil skirts, their legs crossed like real therapists, which was strange and Moon never wanted to think about it again.

The pen scratched on paper.

The Sun doll was still nestled in Moon’s palm, with its tiny bells and even tinier ribbons that looked like they were real.

Their voices rang out, hoarse and soft, like bubbles and waves crashing against the shore.

“Tell me, Moon. Why don’t you talk to Sun?”

“What?” Moon jerked his head up. Hearing that question from the bastard who had caused almost of it, even if it was a dream, felt almost unreal.

Dark Sun put down the notebook, their fingertips tapping the chair strap, the sound of wind chimes ringing in Moon’s ears. “--what are you afraid of, exactly?”

“Wh–” Moon stammered. The heat was coming from his face, pouring down his chest. The heat was building up to the point where his fan was humming so loudly that it seemed to melt his metal shell.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about? You can kill me or do anything to get me away from your fucking face right now?” Moon gritted his teeth, claws digging into each other, almost breaking the doll with the way he gripped it so tightly it was almost strangling.

A rumble and the rustle of folded paper.

“Always running away from the problem.” Dark Sun sighed. “Can’t you tell the truth? Even to yourself?”

Moon let out a mocking laugh. He looked defiantly at Dark Sun’s unimpressed face, leaning back in his chair in the most dignified manner possible.

“Aren’t you in my head, genius?” He mimicked their voice. “Then take a guess why I did it?”

A clock ticked steadily. Moon ignored them and glanced up at the clock, none of the hands moving. But the gears continued to creak together, almost like the ticking of a bomb.

The itching and restlessness still drove him crazy. Why had the dream lasted so long, perhaps it was the bad karma of all the things he had done before, that now he was being psychologically tested by this bastard.

“Avoiding it again.” Dark Sun sighed. “You know what you’re doing right now is wrong. But instead of trying to ‘fix it’ like you so pride yourself on,” Dark Sun double-crossed their index and middle fingers in the air, “—you hid, diving deeper into paperwork and projects that you knew you would never succeed at.”

“And how do you know I won’t succeed?” Moon narrowed his eyes, daring them to say more. The fabric of his shirt suddenly felt too itchy, too uncomfortable. It rubbed against his fingers too much, and the doll felt too heavy.

“Because that’s how it usually works.” Dark Sun tilted his head like a curious duck looking to see if it was a worm or a grain. “You’ve never won against your enemies. Always reacting too slowly, too fiercely, too stupidly. Always putting your ego first. You never figured anything out, and everything was just handed to you on a silver platter.”

“That’s not true!” Moon interrupted, only to be stopped by Dark Sun’s hand.

“I’m not done yet.” Their words were heavy as steel.

“Because of Monty you were able to split up successfully. Because of Lunar you were able to escape your prison, because of Sun Eclipse was blown away. And KC?” A soft chuckle seemed to pat his head. “If your little virus hadn’t had a sudden mind change, would you have defeated him? Oh who am I kidding. You still died, and let someone live your life before driving them crazy with having to deal with everything you did.” Dark Sun’s red eyes seemed to bore into Moon’s mind.

“You were destined to fail at everything you did.”

They pulled out their chairs, slowly standing up. Their hands slid over the notebook lovingly, before looking at him smugly.

“Can’t be a good cold-blooded killer. Can’t be a brother to Sun. You ruin everything you touch—”

“Yes, I know!” Moon cut in. His voice grew louder and louder until he could no longer hear anyone but his own. “I know I’m terrible! I know I shouldn’t exist! I know no matter how hard I try, I always mess things up!! I’m useless okay!?? Is that what you want me to admit?” Moon laughed maniacally, drops of oil dripping down his chin. The stormy emotions were instantly washed away, followed by the fatigue that had been oozing from his bones, the fatigue that had been there since the day he woke up.

Drawing a line across his cheek, he flicked the drops onto the floor, watching them soak into the red carpet.

Dark Sun’s shadow hovered above him, watching him with silent disdain. They were always like that, cold, indifferent, as if they were above everything.

A bastard who was always more than ten steps ahead of him, making Mooon at first it was so hard to understand why they were another version of Sun. One who… stared at the doll placed neatly next to him, despite everything that had happened, was still too kind, too merciful to the point that Moon never felt he deserved it.

“Are you done?”

They asked gloomily, adjusting their lapels, seemingly disgusted and unclean with themselves just by hearing him burst out.

“Yeah, I’m done.” Moon looked to the side, the wallpaper looked even more beautiful than Dark Sun’s annoying face.

The bell rang with each step they took, until they were right in front of him.

“You know what’s the worst thing about you, Moon?” Their voices were low, as if they were reciting poetry rather than speaking. Like they were scooping up the mud from the stinking sewer, and throwing it in Moon’s face. As if instead of looking into their eyes, he was looking into the mirror.

“It’s never because you're not aware of the problem. It’s that you always know where you’ve messed up but you never bother to fix it. The most horrible and cruel words from others, from your enemies, can’t affect you because you’re always your worst enemy.”

The smell of ink was too strong in the air, along with the salty, acrid taste of old blood.

“You hate yourself so much that you can’t get through your thick head that your actions did affect others.”

“Is that why you avoid Sun? Because you think you’ll hurt them more?” Their words were soft, but sharp and sharp, like an arrow was tearing his heart to pieces and someone was holding his head underwater.

“No..” Moon whispered. He closed his eyes, grinding each word. “It’s because I’m not good at–”

“Emotional things?” Dark Sun raised an eyebrow. They turned on their heels, returning to their chairs, running their fingers over the worn brown cushions.

“Really, Moon? Because you handle everyone else pretty well. Lunar, Monty, Molten, heck even Foxy and all the other Suns. Your brother’s the exception, right?”

“He is alway the exception for you, right?”

They sounded tired, as they used the metaphorical hammer to bash Moon’s head in.

“I’ll ask you again Moon… What exactly are you afraid of?”

Their voices echoed evenly in the quiet space.

“You know Sun, you understand Sun, even though your brother has changed a lot.” Their voices trailed off as if they were drowning in water bubbles as Moon’s eyes landed on the grinning sun doll, its beam resting against Moon’s thigh. “--No matter how badly you comfort him, Sun will always appreciate every effort you make.”

“Your brother will even comfort you back, will ask if you’re okay. Even in this state, he always thinks of others before himself.”

The armchair creaked as Dark Sun sat on it, the wheels creaking as they pulled it closer to the table.

“But you still stubbornly left and left everything to Solar. Why?” The red glowed like a lantern on Halloween night, looking at Moon maliciously. The silence stretched on, a battle between two bastards, and then Dark Sun let out a soft sigh.

Oh.

The realization on their faces when Moon couldn't form a word, satisfied like a cat catching its prey.

"It's not that you don't trust Sun, it's that you don't trust yourself."

It was like a thunderclap in Moon's ears, like rain soaking his lapels, like he was back in the damp bunker, Sun's cold and disappointed gaze...

"You're afraid that you'll say something stupid. You're afraid that you won't be able to control your own emotions and yell back at Sun."

They whispered, mixing with the sound of rain and metal.

"You're afraid that you'll say something wrong, you're afraid that Sun will admit that he loves Nexus more than you, you're afraid that the choice Sun made was just pity..."

[---"Why didn't you choose Nexus?!! Huh!! If you liked him so much." Moon shouted, like so many times before, he was irritated and Sun was the center of all his outbursts.

And his brother, with a tired expression and a blank look, just refused to meet his eyes.--]

“You’re afraid that Sun will regret choosing you.”

He could no longer hear Dark Sun’s voice. The doll collapsed into Moon's palm.

“But that’s not true either. Sun would never be cruel enough to say such things. Or act like that, like the terrible scenario you just imagined.”

“Shut up…” Moon muttered. He pulled his head back into his knees, covering his ears. He didn’t want or could hear any more noise. But Dark Sun continued, the mocking venom in their words growing thicker and thicker.

“No… What you’re afraid of is realizing that you can’t fix Sun. You’re afraid that you’ll make the situation worse again, and Sun will stay stuck like this forever. Your brother is sinking and there’s nothing you can do but stuff more pebbles.”

“Shut up…”

“You’re afraid that Sun will realize how worthless you are and just leave.”

“Please shut up…!”

“You’re afraid that Sun will abandon you.”

“Why are you talking so much!!”

“Compared to someone who always says he lives for Sun, you actually find every opportunity to leave him. Sun’s love for you is like a burden, and you think they’re suffocating you.”

“I don’t care!! Just shut up!! Shut up!!” Moon yelled at the air.

“You say you love Sun, you say you care about him, but do you love Sun enough to stay with Sun?”

“Do you want to be with your twin anymore? Or you just want to end up dead again after abusing Sun’s forgiveness?”

“I said SHUT UP!!!” Moon shouted. He stood up from his chair, accidentally dropping the doll to the ground. Its neck snapped to one side, torn to pieces, revealing cotton like circuit boards and wires. His eyes narrowed before he realized what he had done. He knelt down, trying to pick up the doll but only made things worse, his claws scratching its body and slicing another line across its face.

The only thing he could save were the small bell shells.

Dark Sun’s feet appeared before Moon’s eyes. Like sand sliding away, their voices faded… thinned in the air and slid into the thin blanket.

“If you’re not careful, you’ll get your wish.”

“You will be alone, Moon.”

And then Moon woke up.

[unformula1]

i’ll never forget you (LS2 x OP81)

the voices get stronger. w/c: 787 day 22 of LOSCAR POSTS until we get a LOSCAR PODIUM (series masterlist) masterlist part 2 of "changed"

It all came crashing down, falling apart at the seams. Thunder came rumbling and the dark days settled in.

Logan can’t believe it, everything doesn’t make sense. He wants to convince himself he’s in a nightmare and he’d wake up for everything to be okay again. He wants to go back to where everything was alright and it all made sense for him.

How did him and Oscar go from deep late night talks to one-sided stolen glances? Logan can’t believe how much things have changed and he doesn’t want to believe things have changed this much.

He wants it all to go back to normal and for Oscar to smile at him again.

-----

Logan sits down in his driver’s room, leaning against the hard walls. It’s just him and his thoughts. They’re haunting, to say the least.

He racks his brain trying to figure out where it all went wrong and what he did wrong for Oscar to not even acknowledge him.

“Hi.” Logan says, raising his hand slightly to wave.

“Hello Logan.” Oscar says as he pats Logan on the shoulder, “How have you been?”

“Alright. I saw your lap time, was pretty good, huh.” Logan says, trying to sound less awkward.

“Yea,” Oscar says as he chuckles slightly, “I saw your driving style today, I see you tried something different yea?”

“Mhm…” 

Logan is about to continue before Lando slots himself into their conversation.

“Hi fellas!” Lando says energetically.

“Hey Lando.” Oscar says as Lando sets himself in between Logan and Oscar.

Oscar eventually turns his focus to Lando which effectively cuts Logan off from the conversation.

Logan subtly excuses himself and slides back to Alex’s side since it’s pretty much the only way he won’t be excluded at this point.

Right…

He hates remembering that moment. The crystal clear, shiny, diamond-like memory that resurfaces every single time he feels left out. 

Because he isn’t the first choice when it comes to Oscar, he isn’t anymore. Sure he used to be the first choice but not anymore, he got replaced quickly with someone even better, with someone Logan couldn’t even be half of.

Lando Norris.

He doesn’t hate Lando, he can’t but it stings hard every single time he remembers Oscar choosing Lando over him.

Logan: are you free tomorrow night or something? for our monthly meetup :) Oscar: mate i’m sorry lando and i have something up Logan: oh it’s okay Oscar: we can schedule something next month alright Logan: okay

It strikes like a dagger to the chest, twisting with every second moving forward.

Logan sits on the bench in his drivers room, fiddling with his shirt before picking up his phone and opening Instagram. 

And as if he couldn’t have any good moments, the first video that pops up is a McLaren video. Specifically the McLaren video he saw Oscar and Lando filming.

He reloads the page instantly and closes the app.

His hands clutch tightly onto his phone as he feels his stomach tie itself into a knot. 

He doesn’t know what consumes him but something makes him open his messages and scroll down to Oscar’s contact. He glances at it for a few seconds before clicking onto it.

The last message was aeons ago. He doesn’t know what he intends to do with this but he stares at it blankly.

His fingers hover over the keyboard, but he doesn’t type anything. 

He scrolls up, all the way up to their old messages. Their happier days.

His phone lags slightly from loading all the messages but he eventually gets to those days where they messages hourly, updating each other on the most irrelevant things that happened to them.

He never thought it would end.

But here he was, crying in his driver’s room reminiscing about those days.

A tear drops onto his phone screen and he wipes it off quickly but it leaves a stain. A stain on the phone screen, a stain over the words “never” in the text message “I’ll never forget you”

I’ll forget you.

It’s like the universe’s largest sign thrown onto Logan’s face.

He can’t do this any longer. He breaks out into sobs. He hates his life right now.

He sends a punch into the bench’s cushions and cries even more.

The voices in his head repeat how he’s a failure, an outcast, a disappointment. They replay flashbacks of Logan and Oscar’s relationship falling apart, like a sick horror film on repeat. They shout endlessly into Logan’s ears about how he messed up and it’s his fault.

There’s a reason Oscar doesn’t talk to you anymore.

Everyone hates you to their guts, everyone.

You are a disappointment.

People don’t like you.

You’re an outcast.

Failure.

[mollywog]

Laurel

Read chapters 1 & 2 on Ao3

The beginning of Chapter 3

They say no one really feels married in District 12 until after the toasting: They’re right.

~~~

She moves into Peeta’s house in Victor’s Village, bringing only a single bag of her scant possessions.

He gives a brief tour, before leading her to a bedroom prepared for her. It’s not what she’s expecting; clean and modestly decorated in District 12 fashion rather than the Capitol’s style. She’s thankful for that and pleasantly surprised.

“I know it’s a little plain,” Peeta says, misinterpreting her silence. “I don’t know what you like, but I can paint it… any color you want…”

She doesn’t miss his crestfallen look as she shakes her head effectively ending the conversation. She doesn’t need him doing more than he already has.

She hasn’t slept alone since she was five; before her sister was old enough to share the mattress in their room. It shouldn’t be this hard to rest in a bed this comfortable, but sleep plagues her. She’s no stranger to nightmares, ever since her father died a decade ago, but now the usual mine explosion is replaced with visions of Prim clutching a wailing child as life drains from her eyes. Katniss wakes frantically reaching across the empty bed for her sister before remembering where she is.

She doesn’t know what Peeta does at night, but she knows it’s not sleep. She can hear his heavy tread in the hallway and movement from the room next to hers.

They rarely see each other during the day. She leaves early to hunt, returning in the afternoon to bathe before leaving again to have dinner with her sister and mother after school, meandering back to arrive only after dusk.

After the first few days of this routine, she finds a basket on the counter on her way out the door. The note reads: ‘for your family’. She can’t resist the urge to peek inside, finding bread still warm from the oven, oranges, peppermints, a shiny tin of packets from the tea house, and cookies, beautifully iced with softly colored flowers. She scoffs at the offering; she can provide for her family just fine. Maybe there are no cookies or candies, but she manages the necessities. Shoving the basket across the counter, she grabs her hunting bag and stomps off, letting the screen door slam behind her.

But the next day another basket sits with all the same things, with the exception of a new loaf and perfectly rectangular shortbread. The note reads: ‘for your sister’. Her hands hover over the handle for a moment, before she retracts it, leaving it there once more.

The third day the note reads, ‘For the baby’, and she knows she’s been had. She scowls at the ceiling, before scooping up the basket with its heavenly smelling ginger snaps and fresh loaf.

Prim groans as she takes a bite. ‘The first thing she’s enjoyed eating in weeks,’ she claims and her sister's praise dulls the sting of Peeta’s victory.

After that she stops refusing his gifts, leaving behind a skinned rabbit or squirrel in his ice box as meager repayment.

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Next

Big thank you to @rainymyx for the fic aesthetic!!

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party 4

Atomic Lusts

Somedays Krillin has to wonder if it was too much to ask that there be a little peace and quiet before the usual nonsense in his life decided to happen, like was it really much at all? But no of course not because there was always some higher power out there who could take out a whole sector of galaxy on whim with just a gesture or someone with a grudge (especially against the resident saiyans) coming out of the woodwork looking for their revenge. Case in point especially the remnants of the recently attempted revived red ribbon army and their latest act of bull which was how the resident former monk turned cop currently found himself shaking out the cobwebs. Picking himself up out of the remains of a trashed parking building floor as he shot deadpan stares at the offenders who’d up sent him flying here with a sudden ambush, messing up his uniform and his day.

If the Red Ribbon insignias on their foreheads weren’t enough of a give away of course, the fact their appearance just screamed androids would be plenty telling as this pair of twin robo babes looked like they came out of Hajime Sorayama’s wet dreams. Their blank faces offset by their stunning toned metallic bodies that seemed made to be either dancers or fighters with the muscle tone they had which he knew all too well from the kicks they’d given him earlier just moments before. One second he was on his patrol bike doing his rounds and the next, wham!! And from the looks of it, this duo were no doubt here to deliver some asskicking 101 just to draw out Goku because why not, right?

So here he was putting up the best he can in a two on one situation with the twin droids moving with a grace and flexibility akin to ballerinas. Their silky poise and stunning agility a sharp contrast to the harsh, swift brutality of their strikes as they literally and figuratively danced circles around him. What he wouldn’t give for some back up to help him out of this jam but little did he know that beneath their silent facades, their hearts and minds were different stories. As if the longer they found themselves fighting Krillin, the more they found themselves starting to feel quite strange, as if suddenly suffering the effects of some sort of digital virus.

Anytime they looked at his face, they felt tingles in their nerves as if whatever passed for hesrts inside them was being sent a flutter. Feeling less intent in wanting to rough him up and more like they just wanted to snuggle with him and feel him up from head to toe which was quite puzzling for the twins. What manner of logical paradox was this being caused by being in this runt’s presence? It intrigued yet confused them all at the same time.

Naturally this lesd to the twins attempting to uo the ante on their offensive assault with a co-ordinated tandem kick that sent Krillim flying through the wall and window of a hotel. His uniform damaged as it was reduced to rags and tatters, laying in a heap on the king sized bed as the Ballerina twins hovered and landed inside to follow up on their attack. Only to pause as the clothing damage inflicted had left Krillin exposing the full monty, their blank faces beholding the glory that was his cock and balls. Their databanks becoming overwhelmed with an influx of data in regards to sexual information and erotica as their core programming became overwritten by a new directive,…..to mate and breed!!

Soon as Krillin regained his senses, he suddenly found himself in quite the 180 from his previous situation as the twins decided instead of following through in their beatdown, they were suddenly assaulting him with pleasure. The chrome beauties sandwiching his cock between their shiny metal booties, twerking those buns of steel to stroke and jerk off that bitch-hammer. His length and girth as stiff as a construction girder as it pulsed and beat between those quite smooth asscheeks, pre spraying and raining in their sleek, polished skin. Their smooth faces blushing as they gasped and moaned, the unusual glitch urging them on to continue with further acts of eroticism.

With which they obliged, shedding their one piece swimsuit style bodysuits to seem more fully naked than they were before. Seems whoever mae these twins had no objections to making them as anatomically correct and close to a real woman as possible and they felt as much of it as they looked. Which Krillin was finding out first hand as he found himself fingering the Ballerina Twins, 3 digits each knuckle deep, their inner walls as slick, tight and warm as any organic sexually active woman. Getting soaked up to the wrist by the flow of juices as he planted kisses on their smooth, blank blushing faces as the duo internally wished they had mouths with which to return the favour.

Though while they couldn’t return the favour when it came to kissing or provide fellatio, most any and everything else the twins had on them in terms of their assets more than made up for it. From their quite skilled, silky hands stroking off his cock to massaging his muscular form from the neck down all the while they welcomed his own colouring touches and gropes. The sensation of his pre on their bodies seeming to cause this strange glitch to increase in intensity as the words mate and breed flashed through minds over and over. As if the very idea of actually conceivieng a child with this diminutive yet oddly charming and alluring human excited them more than fulfilling their long since forgotten original objective.

it was small wonder then that Krillin was soon finding himself fully penetrating the robo hotties with about as much intensity as he would give during his shoots for Double Z studios. He wasn’t sure which twin he tended to be in one on one, rare as that was as the Ballerina twins seemed to approach sex with him like they did fighting. In a synchronised tandem with their swift coordination as their blushing, smooth blank faces let loose with passionate, deep throated moans. Often sandwichung him and entrapping him with their luscious, well made and trained legs as they sought to not lose the sensation of his cock filling them, stretching as they experienced the peak of raw, primal sexual ecstasy.

How they loved it, inches of that meathammer stuffing and filling up their inner walls as it hit deep into their wombs. Their abdominal regions bloated with the swelling bump that signalled his reach and depth, the jiggling claps of their asscheeks and their tits bouncing with every impact. Their clits tingling with every heavy thud of those balls or that powerful pelvis pounding away as their bodies yearned for him to cum and flood their insides with his hot man juices. Relishing each, any and every moment when he did, their circuitry blazing with orgasmic electricity as their databanks became overwhelmed, seemingly altering and deleting their original programming and objectives.

When it was all said and done, 18 arrived in the scene to find her husband exhausted, the twins snuggling up to him and basking in the post coitus afterglow. The blonde bombshell looking bemused and aroused to find that once again her man’s raw rizz and magnetism for android women came into affect yet again. Oooh You knew for sure she was going to want every single, saucy detail of this went down but first she saw a juice soaked cock in need of a little tlc. Nothing was more delicious than her husband’s shaft soaked in a mix of his spent jizz and the sticky nectar of a freshly conquered bitch.

Sometime after this peculiar encounter, the twins had been brought to Bulma and her father for examination but in spite of their equipment and resources, nothing could be found out. Not who and what exactly they were or where they had come from besides the red ribbon insignias. But it was found that somehow their programming had altered itself due to the proximity of Krillin’s overall presence and impact on them, leaving them in a state in which they never wanted to leave his side. Bulma had to say she wasn’t all that surprised, the little man had that affect on women, especially androids…and rather reminded her of those hot, wild times on he trip to Namek.

So 18 naturally decided the twins had to be obliged which was how they found themselves occupying the apartment building right next door to where she and Krillin lived. Acting as the unofficial security presence and having themselves a nice cozy place with a view…right into the couple’s bedroom. And a generous dvd and Blu-ray library of porn from Double Z studios, staring one Don Juan Sanchez for those lonelier nights when they couldn’t enjoy direct access to their alpha male’s presence. Never let it be said that 18 didn’t have them covered when it came to their thirst and need for her man…after all, the more potential baby mamas to give Marron adorable little brothers and sisters the better….

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Galactic Lay-lines!!

Krillin wasn’t sure how he kept letting Jaco talk him into helping out on Galactic patrol matters, he seriously had to wonder if he had taken one bad hit too many with what he was dealing with. It had all seemed simple enough, salvaging some wrecked up space ship and finding a massive heavy briefcase among the items of interest which for some reason had a timer running on it. While he was keeping an eye on it, what should happen but for it to up and open, revealing a pair of naked twin women, getting an eyeful of their stunning forms as they stood up before him. Seeming to have no sense of shame or modesty which made for quite the view, as their heads tilted while looking him over with a distinc peculiarity. He could only wonder just what the hell he seriously got himself into and how he was going to explain this to 18.

Sometime after the salivate operation concluded, examination of intel from the ship’s black box revealed some key information regarding these twins, both sharing the name Melfina. They were a sort of special breed of what were known as Bioroids, a unique type of cyborg who could interface with machinery and act as the on board AI and navigation for starships. And it seemed they’d more or less imprinted on Krillin as their owner and master upon awakening and activating and he happened to be the first living being they saw. And seems they were taking quite a shine to him so what was that yamcha once said about how he had a thing for androids?!

So naturally 18 was having herself a Funtime, teasing her man and wondering if he’d made moves yet in the twins, being complimentary and quite appraising of the twins’ looks. They were quite a pair of stunners with curves and tone that would make a pornstar feel jealous and inadequate as the lighter skinned Melfina had a polite innocence about her while the darker skin one was more exotic and exuded a sensual confidence. He figured getting them jobs at Capsule Corp might give him some breathing room and space but of course 18 absolutely insisted they take lodging under their roof. It made him feel like that whole trip to Namek all over again with his Bulma went around in her tanktop and panties because damnit these two seemed to have no sense of modesty!!

From walking around in lingerie or seeming to take a page from Bulma’s book in the thong and tanktop department, to seeming to forget to lock the door when they’d be stripping or in the middle of changing or getting dressed or showering and bathing, it was hectic!! It was like they practically fall ted and wanted to show off to him, always in his persomal space, hovering around him and of course even when they’d be at work? He’d be getting surprise pictures from them on his phone, said pictures always being nudes because for some reason in their work at Capsule Corp, they’d integrate with the company super computer that involved floating around naked in a liquid tube, was whoever made this girls some kinky weirdo with some peculiar fetishes? And of course 18 was having herself a blast being their enabler, with her it was a matter of when, nit if they’d either make a move on him….or he just up and snapped and pounced on them like a caveman.

Then one evening, the answer to that little riddle came late at night as Krillin slept, 18 absent from the room as she claimed to be popping out to check Marron was sleeping safe and sound. The Melfina twins sneaking into his room as he slumbered, stripping themselves naked as they got in under his bedsheets. The compact stud groaning as he felt their hands caress his body, his sleeping shorts and boxers peeled as their Ruby like eyes gazing in sensual awe at his length and girth as they kissed and Ickes it to erection. Moaning and gasping as his scent and taste was intoxicating to them, their pussies gushing with a growing need and desire as thy commenced with a tandem oral assault.

Krillin twitched and groaned, silently grunting as he felt his groin become wet and warm under the bedsheets, cracking one eye ooen as he lifted them up. Seeing the Ruby red hazel eyes of the Melfina twins looking up at him with absolute sensual devotion and romantic lust as they kissed and licked his cock. Sucking and blowing on his shaft as they outright made out with it between their silky lips, hands massaging his balls or stroking what they couldn’t fit into their mouths. Little to no shame what so ever at being in the act like this, as they threw off the bedsheets to expose their fully naked, aroused bodies before him.

18 of course had arrived back onto the scene, a mischievous smile on her face as it was clear she was expecting to come to a scene like this. Looking on with voyeuristic lust and uninhibited arousal at the Melfinas expressing erotic submission to Krillin as was only a natural right for such horny bitches and alpha male absolute unit like him. Licking her lips sensually at seeing any doubt or hesitation give away to the fires of arousal being stoked by the horny twins as they began kissing and licking their way up his Herculean torso. Her hands wasting no time in touching herself all over as she waited the porno show that was about to commence.

Krillin wasn’t sure if it was the time of the night or how seriously turned on the twins had made him but he couldn’t stop himself from going salons with the momentum. His hands groping and touching the twins all over, their tits and ass amazing to the feel of his palms and fingers, their moans music to his ears. Whatever it was about them to at made them so into him, it was small wonder he couldn’t resist them as he soo found himself penetrating them, showing their virgin bodies the sort of experience a raw length and girth could help them achieve. Inch after inch of that womb hammering sinking into them, adding fuel to the fire of their arousal as visions of round bellies filled with life flooded their orgasm flooded brains.

How the Melfinas loved it, the raw primal passion and pleasure putting any fantasies they had of this moment to shame, their internal data library in sex couldn’t have prepared them for such a thrilling sensation. One sitting on his face as he ate them out while the other rode him cowgirl style, her juicy bubble booty clapping and riding as she rode that cock while they made out with desire and abandon. To being taken doggy style as she ate her sister out, licking away at her pussy has those big heavy balls smacked her clit, as if the twin shared a sort of feedback connection, able to feel and experience at the other did. And how 18 was living every damn secon of it, enough hat it was small wonder she decided to throw herself into the fray, turning this threesome into a foursome.

And so it went all long into the night and well into sunrise as Krillin and 18’s bedroom once again became a lewd playground for a new girl or two enjoying their Krillin experience. The Melfinas more or less coming to see and recognise the blonde deadly beauty as their alpha female of sorts which was a natural pecking order fact to learn and know. Long as they remembered that, the blonde would ensure they would enjoy regular access to their need for a fix for a good, hard fucking from their alpha male. Pleasant dreams of future encounters filled their wet dreams as they cozied and snuggled up to the lair to bask in the warmth of the afterglow.

Marron wasn’t sure how or why the two pretty ladies seemed to be walking on air but they sure seemed happy whenever they babysat her. And her mommy always seemed happy when they made addy happy so she was happy too, something about him did some magic for pretty ladies a lot. Her mama always told her it was something she was doing just for her and that she’d be thanking her someday and thst no force in the universe would ever stoop it from happening. Her mama could be a strange and funny lady sometimes but that was okay for her.

While the twins adjusted and adapted to their new domestic life and place in 18’s pecking order, far away in GP headquarters the r&d division found some peculiar information. Examination of the blackbox from the derelict revealed the twin bioroids were intended to be living compasses for a map to a secret treasure known as the galactic lay line. If word of this knowledge ever got out, the Melfina would be hounded and sought after like they were maps to a pirate’s treasure. Yet something tools Jaco that would never come to pass and with good reason too.

After all, it’s not like Krillin cared for or needed some ancient treasure like the Galactic Layline, hell if anything the living keys that were the twins were in safe hand with him. And to think, he secured the safety of the galaxy just by being the first living thing they laid their eyes on. They hadn’t expected or seen results like this since the annual peace talks with Blue Diamond of the Gem homeworld. Which did remind them, the next renewal date for that was fast approaching and the giant azure woman had requested an embassy building to be resdy sooner or later……..

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Master and Student

Android 18 may not have seemed it on the surface but beneath her cool facade, she was a kinky deviant of a woman when it came to her husband and their love life. To her, Krillin was the ideal man, an absolute unit alpha male sex god that it had to be a conspiracy from the universe that was keeping her from having had more than one kid from him. Oh she loved their little Marron certainly but damnit she deserved little brothers and sisters and 18 was going to see to it that she’d have an army of them which lewd to the second reason for her being so damn lewd. Because nothing got her off as much as a round of passionate sex with her man than having another woman experience thy raw, mind numbing pleasure as her Krillin proceeded to mate and breed with them.

It was simply a matter of arranging such encounter and finding the right sort of women who met a certain criteria besides being submissive and breedable of course. One method she felt was sure to get results was having Krillin follow in his master’s footsteps and become an instructor and teacher in martial arts. The charge for lessons ensured a little extra financial security and comfort but playfully advising him to accept and train just female students? That would definitely ensure her man would get some results, after all what pretty young thing could resist the lure and animal magnetism of her Krillin when being in constant proximity to him?

Now of all those who had signed up and stuck around so far to even be willing to endure the unorthodox but highly effective training regimen of the turtle school, 18 definitely had say that Ukitsu was a prime level candidate. The girl was a natural sponge when it came to martial arts and hot fucking damn what a body she had her on her!! That tomboy hairstyle, the rich dark skinned tan and ooh that oh so toned flexible body she had, made it so delightful to see Krillin struggle at trying not to stare at her, ogle her but ooh she could tell he was liking what he saw. Marron of course adored her and looked up to the prodigy like a cool big sister figure while Ukitsu thought she was the most adorable thing naturally. But of course there was another reason 18 found herself becoming particularly fond of Ukitsu, it seems the tomboy had quite the crush on Krillin…which for 18 meant she had a prime hot piece of ass for her man to tap.

So of course she was only too oblige the tomboy, giving her a few tips and a bit of advice on her to seduce her man, get him worked up in such a way that it would be assured he would pounce. From wearing more skimpy training outfits to her casual wardrobe showing off more skin than normal and that was just for starters. Then there was incidents like forgetting to lock the door when she was taking a bath or shower or was in the middle of hanging or stripping or how she just happened to barge in to do the same to him. Catching herself some glimpses of that massive oak tree he somehow managed to contain in his pants, which really made for skme quite vivid wet dreams to ah the very least.

Yet somehow Krillin did his best to remain a gentleman and a firm but fair teacher which served to frustrate Ukitsu a tad…yet also made her want him all the more. All she knew was, she needed just needed just the right method and moment that would have him mount her and fuck her a pornstar but the question remained, what could she do? Then she suddenly found herself having an idea….an awful one, a wonderful one, an awfully wonderful, wonderfully awful idea. One she knew was perfect to put into motion for her plan, to have her short king sensei rock her world.

So it had all demoed to be routine as they got up to begin their early morning routine, Krillin stepping out into the backyard to find quite the sight before him. There Ukitsu stood, basking in the rays of the rising sun which made her dark tanned skin glistening more so especially given that besides her training weights on her wrists and ankles…she was naked!! The short king dropping his jaw, eyes wide and bugging out as Ukitsu smiled nonchalant at literally laying herself bare before him, instead getting right to performing her basic warm up stretches. Giving her sensei quite the show as she used her limber ness and flexibility quite the sensual show of eye Candy.

Now he knew he shouldn’t be looking at this bu he couldn’t turn his head away from such a pleasing sight, eyes glued to to the nude girl who evoked herself to him as his disciple. How she moved and twisted herself akin to an eel moving through grease with silk and pose as she out a contortionist to shame. Especially and particularly as she performed a splits, leaning back and forth as the muscles of her backside flexed, her tits bouncing and rubbing against the cool grass and concrete. Her luscious booty cheeks clapping snd jiggling as he slit rubbed against the floor, mentally imaging herself riding the lap of her compact sensei as the nectar flowed.

And she knew full well Krillin was staring, ogling her as she shot a look over her shoulder at him. Giving him a wink and a smile as she blew a kiss his away, sensually licking her lips at the circus tent he was now pitching in his pants. It was clear she was having an effect on him, as she courted him like a bitch in heat desiring a raw, virile alpha male to mount and breed her. To her, her sensei didn’t need her to be just a skilled and devoted student, he needed her to be a baby factory to give him generations of future warriors, the very idea a regular wet dream for her.

Such desire was overwhelming Krillin as his normally rational thought process found itself taken over at the helm by his libido, seemingly shifting into a caveman like mindset as he dropped his pants, boxers and all. Ukitsu grinning with erotic delight at seeing Krillin’s length and girth fully exposed, twitching and pulsing as it shared the same need and thirst her pussy had for wild, passionate fucking. The talented grappler gasping and moaning as she felt that slab of meat smack her ass, sandwiching between her booty cheeks as they began to bump and grind together. There was no doubt their usual training routine was going out the window, instead today’s agenda was going to be about fucking like beasts in heat and making babies as Ukitsu felt her arousal skyrocket with every sting of pre spraying onto her caramel complexion.

There was no need or any cause for foreplay, not when their minds and bodies were already in such a primal state of desire as they got right down to fucking. Ukitsu’s very being blazing with the raw fire and electricity of passion rocking her from head to toe as her sensei kept her in her splits pose, pinning her down as he fucked her deep and hard, inches if his glorious bitch pleasure ensuring the muscles of her pussy would memorise his cock’s shape. All so no man would never so much as mean anything to her, not that she wanted them to, an ahegao on her cute, exotic face as her eyes glowed with lust, braining drowning in orgasmic pleasure. But nothing would be more exquisite bliss than the moment he would cum inside her, flooding her womb with his seed to ensure she’d have some sweet little warrior buns cooking in her oven.

But of course when he did finally blo his load, she didn’t want it to end there, after all he was still so hard and like a good devoted student, she was still ready to go and eager to please her sensei. Mating press, Amazon press, cowgirl in forward and reverse, doggy style, prone bone, Ukitsu knew she had chosen the ideal man to give her virginity to, as he taught her the art of sex and lovemaking as was the most natural hands-on way for a man and a woman. Their bodies pressing together in an unending embrace, skin on skin as they deepened their bond of student and teacher with passion and lust, the grappling genius providing not only her womb but her as and her mouth for his pleasure. From sunrise to sunset to doing it in the backyard and inside the house, for what Ukitsu intended and hoped wouldn’t be the last time they “trained” like this together.

18 of course was checking all the progress of this intimate encounter on her phone via her secret cameras hidden about the house as she was currently enjoying a little gals day at Capsule Corp. Marron being looked after in the daycare wing as she showed off to Bulma, Videl and Chichi like she was want to do. Just the awe struck expressions on their faces was delicious for her as she relished and applauded Ukitsu for seizing such initiative. And of course she knew Ukitsu wouldn’t be the only female disciple eager to devote themselves to Krillin like this oh no.

Yes she could see it, a little martial arts school devoted to training and learning under her man and offering their bodies to him with the goal of baring his children. Yes it’s no wonder her and Krillin only had one child because she knew the universe fears the potential an army of kids from them would have. But they wouldn’t and couldn’t stop her from having Krillin sow his wild oats, oh yes, with the students alone, he’d have enough buns cooking in ovens. And so many future little brothers and sisters all for their Marron to love and spoil. There would an army of Krillin babies and they would be glorious…….

[twisting-echo]

How does Hook feel about Aurora's fairy aunts?

Captain Hook: (twirling his mustache with an amused smirk) "Ah, the three good fairies—Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather. Quite the peculiar trio, wouldn’t you say? Now, allow me to enlighten you on my dealings with them individually, because each has their own… shall we say, distinct approach when it comes to me."

Hook: (adjusting his coat) "Let’s start with Flora, the one who seems to believe she’s the leader of the lot. She’s firm, always watching me like a hawk, positively convinced that I’m up to no good! She hardly trusts a pirate at face value, which—mind you—I understand. But honestly, she could stand to be a little less suspicious, don’t you think?" (mock sighs) "I wager she thinks she’s keeping Aurora safe from me—but mark my words, if anything, I would be the one keeping Aurora safe from the dangers of the world, not the other way around!"

Hook: (chuckles, shaking his head) "Then there’s Merryweather. Ah, now she and I—how should I put this? We clash rather frequently. She is stubborn, quick-tempered, and has no qualms about putting me in my place if she believes I’m stepping out of line. The moment she laid eyes on me, I could feel her skepticism. She’s ready to turn me into a blue toad the second I slip up—not that I will, mind you!" (grins) "She sees me as a scoundrel, a cad, and an untrustworthy swashbuckler. But I see her as… amusing. A challenge, even."

Hook: (pausing for dramatic effect, then smiling warmly) "Fauna, on the other hand… now she’s a delight. The only one of the three who appreciates my good form! She actually acknowledges my charms rather than dismissing me outright. Unlike Flora and Merryweather, she seems to believe that even a rogue such as myself can possess a streak of nobility—and I quite admire that about her." (grinning) "Why, she’s even complimented my polished demeanor! A rare thing indeed!"

Hook: (leaning back casually, adjusting a shiny golden hook with a smirk) "Now, I won’t say we’re all the best of friends—no, no, far from it. But I tolerate them because they matter to Aurora. And as much as they squabble with me, I know they’re only protective because they love her dearly." (pauses, then sighs dramatically) "I suppose I’ll have to live with their watchful little eyes hovering over me… for now."

[whenthebirdsings]

pairing: gojo satoru x reader [no smut here but very explicit language. the full thing is also very horny. so mdni]

tags (for this chapter): terrible attempts at banter, very obvious hints of stalking, some dirty talk, fucking in public, sexual tension

word count: 4.1k

ch. 1 and 2

ch. 3

full ao3 fic

Somehow, coffee turned to a short drive in his car. Somehow, a short drive in his car turned to a shopping spree. It’s almost as though Satoru has you on a collar and leash, binding you to him and dragging you along on whatever whim. Not that you mind — especially when he pulls out his shiny credit card and pays for all of your expenses.

“Is this also just a thing with you?” you ask as you carry a few shopping bags. Thanking Satoru as he offers to take some off your hands. “Besides bending people to your will at the snap of your fingers, I mean.”

He blinks at you. “I also bend sluts over my lap, but you wouldn’t wanna know about that.” He pauses. Taking in your red face before tilting his lips into a sly grin. “Unless?”

You do your best to ignore that. Want puddling between your legs and warming flesh before you clear your throat. A roll of your eyes feigned exasperation to cover up your arousal. “I was just curious.”

Satoru snaps his fingers. For some reason, the sound shoots chills down the base of your spine. “So you do want a demonstration. Which works, because I’m more of a hands on type of guy —"

Blood pounds in your ears. Inappropriate thoughts sneaking into mind at an inappropriate time before you shake your head. Stamping them out. “That’s not what I meant.”

Another blink as he’s silent for a moment. Pretends to consider. “Ah, so hands aren’t enough for you. Gotcha.” He nods. As though he’d achieve eureka. Snorting out a loud laugh when you sputter. “Well, I’m also a tongue you ‘til you squirt type of guy and an everything, might-also-include-handcuffs-and-whips type of guy. If you want anyway. I’m just offering.”

You squint your eyes at him. Ignoring how the air simmers around you, how your skin teems with desire, prickling with the weight of his words. You swallow before making a retort. “Let me guess, as a friend?”

He grins. Playful. “As a friend, yes. In which case, as a friend, I think I also have the moral obligation to tell you that you look extremely breedable — I mean, fuckable — uh, I mean, adorable today.”

A chuckle rumbles through his chest and it’s low and measured. You’re heady; legs suddenly feeling like they’re ready to give out as everything under you threatens to crumble. He’s been flirting with you all day and at this point you feel like you’re on the verge of combusting. He has to know — the effect he has on you when he looks that hot; he has to know. Has to be doing this on purpose.

Still, you play along. Voice curt if not for the laugh that slips out. “Ah, not the moral obligation. Whatever shall poor Satoru do?”

“I know. I’m at an impasse. I owe you so, so much,” he whines. Sunglasses dropping to the bridge of his nose. His gaze trailing to the sway of your hips. “Among other moral obligations.”

“You’re insufferable,” you huff. Embarrassed flush spreading from your cheeks to the tips of your ears now as you almost stagger in your steps. Would have fallen face first too, had it not been for Satoru hooking his arm around your waist at the nick of time. Pulling you up again, bracing you too firmly against him. So close you think you can hear his heartbeat — can feel his breath fanning at the little hairs on the back of your neck.

His eyes glint in lust before he blinks it away. Hand brushing up the curve of your hip, stopping just a little to hover over your ass. “Funny way to say delectable.”

You part your mouth, but all that ripples out is a startled gasp when he blows a column of breath against your ear. Hot and teasing as you feel his smile growing on your nape. His cologne filling your nose — something sweet and addictive that makes you ache for more. Makes you shiver and your eyes flutter. And you wonder, briefly, if you’d really hate it if he drags you somewhere isolated and breeds you stupid right then and there.

But then he lets go. And you’re almost disappointed from the loss of warmth. Your skin still tingling from where his fingers lingered.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you say accusingly. Smoothing down your skirt as you feel it hiking up your thigh. Hiding the flush there before Satoru could catch it or else he’d never let you live it down. But he laughs, and you think he’s already noticed.

“Yes, I do like treating people to stuff they like,” he answers even if you didn’t specify what you meant. Then again, it’s probably blatantly obvious — with the way you keep telling him no, only for him to brush you off and force you into shyly accepting his gifts. “Especially if they’re as pretty as you. What’s up with the I’m-tired-and-dead-inside look, anyway?”

“Oh, my god,” you sound. Palm dragging down your face as you retrieve your compact mirror from your purse. “Do I look that awful? Sorry, I’ve been working so many overtimes and having a lot of shit on my plate in general. I swear I touched up on my makeup earlier —”

He snaps the lid of your compact mirror shut before you could even open it. Fingers cupping over yours and feathering over your knuckles for only a second before he pushes the mirror back into your purse. Still, your breath hitches in your throat. Everything around you seemingly stuttering on its axis as you feel his thumb tracing the bone of your wrist before he fully pulls away. Gone. Out of your space and out of your grasp.

“You look fine,” he reassures you. Dismissing you with a wave and a scoff like you’re insane to think otherwise. “And by fine, I don’t mean ‘oh, cool, you’re okay, I guess’. By fine, I’d like to do things you wouldn’t want a coworker to do to you. By fine, you’re still drop dead gorgeous even with that expression on your face like you hate everything.” He tugs at the corners of your mouth then. Motioning them upwards into a smile. “I didn’t mean anything offensive. I’m just worried. You ran around a lot at the office.”

“Oh.” You blink. Lips twitching into an actual smile, into a laugh as his hand dips and his nails scrape along your slender neck. Soft and ticklish, teasing and seductive. Another shudder courses through you, but you suppress it. “I did, didn’t I? Yeah, work’s been fucking me left and right.”

He perks up at that. Faking a startled gasp. “So you do fuck coworkers? How scandalous!”

That elicits a strange reaction out of you. Something between a stuttering pant and an ugly snort laugh as you’re confused between lustful and amused.

“Again, you know that’s not what I meant,” you chastise him. Another giggle springing free as he pouts like he’s dismayed. Knowing him, he might be. “I swear you wouldn’t get so many passes if you weren’t so sexy. You make every conversation sexual, but somehow I’m not mad. Talk about pretty privilege.”

Satoru brushes past over everything you just said except for the part you complimented him on his looks. “So you think I’m sexy.”

You level him with a look. “Really?”

“What? I have an inflated ego! A pretty girl calls me sexy, and you expect me to be normal?” He raises his arms in defense. Breaking out into another laugh as you jokingly punch a fist at his shoulder again. Your hand lingering, pausing at his chest before you cough then reluctantly pull away.

“So you don’t deny you make everything sexual,” you say. Changing the subject before you cave into the urge to pounce on him and ride him to oblivion. Even if the idea is tempting.

But, no. That wouldn’t be very befitting of you. Especially so in public — though you have an inkling Satoru would be into that. He doesn’t hide anything; bounces from one topic to another with almost obnoxious sincerity you’re caught off guard. Maybe that’s why you’re so easily swept by his charms. He’s honest and you’re not, transparency while you withdraw into your shell. And, well, he has his good looks.

“No, I don’t,” he snorts. But you catch a glimpse of his mouth twitching.

You lift an eyebrow at that. “Uh-huh, and the sky is falling.”

“I really don’t. You make me sound like I have an ulterior motive to everything I do,” he says again, a little offended this time as he crosses his arms over his chest. You notice the way his shoulders flex, the way fabric stretches with his movements. Your eyes dipping to his collarbone, only slightly peeking from underneath his collar.

You avert your gaze before it can travel lower. “Yeah, sure. You expect me to believe that, Mr. Tongue A Girl ‘Til She Squirts?”

“Believe me,” Satoru whines. More daring than you as he spares an indulgent glance at the swell of your breasts. Eyes looking back and forth between you and the lace almost spilling out of a shopping bag. “I totally didn’t pick out outfits and buy them for you to wear so I can tear them off of you later. Totally.”

There’s a thud as you drop your bags to the floor. Apologizing to nosy onlookers before awkwardly reaching down to pick them up. Satoru laughs — a cocky upturn of his chin as he brazenly leers at your ass. You feel his gaze even with your face turned away, pinned underneath the heat in blue as your heart skips. Racing too fast for comfort.

“You’re gonna kill me one of these days,” you mumble. Face burning hot from the intensity of his stare as he looks at you, steadfast and unblinking. “Sounds like a waste of money, by the way. I’m not worth that much.”

Satoru’s response is quick. Almost uncannily so. “Trust me. You’re worth that and more.” There’s a pause; an odd shift in his expression as something unreadable claws at his face. Sadness that sits foreign before it’s replaced with another grin. Gone so swiftly you wonder if it was even there. “Or, well, if you worry about it being a waste, we can always fuck in them. I can come on your clothes — or better yet, come underneath them so you can walk around carrying a part of me on your skin.”

You drop your bags again. This time, Satoru helps you pick them up. Smiling the entire time. Obviously satisfied with himself.

“Jesus, Satoru,” you breathe out. Surprise and want all at once as fire pools low in your abdomen. Why does he have to be so good at making your imagination run wild? “You need to stop talking like this in public. People are gonna look.”

“Or what? You gonna jump on me in public? Fuck me to the thought of people looking?” he laughs — and you almost whisper out a yes. Almost tug at his collar and pull him in for a kiss before you rein in the impulse at the last minute. Chest rising and falling in quick, heavy breaths. “It’s fine. People are oddly enough not that interested in others. I highly doubt anyone would notice unless you actually jump me and scream my name out loud.”

That sends a rush of excitement downwards and you clench around nothing. Your body quivering only briefly before you force it stiff. You’re studying your surroundings now — noting that people are, in fact, not that interested in others. They shrug past the both of you with ease, glued to their phones or to the friends around them.

“See?” Satoru grins. Taking all of your bags out of your hands this time.

“You don’t have to,” you say, sheepish. Reaching out to steal them back as guilt stabs at your chest.

He pulls them out of grabbing distance. Hiding them behind his back now as he stubbornly shakes his head.

“Nuh-uh. Not gonna let you carry them anymore. Besides, I want to,” he tuts at you. Clicking his tongue. For some reason, the sound leaves you dazed. A cog clicking in your brain at the same time as that throbbing ache returns. Settling with renewed force between your eyebrows.

Satoru halts in his tracks as he notices you frowning. Fingers massaging at your forehead as you look through your purse for your painkillers again. “You good?”  

“Yeah,” you manage. That dull pain spreading to the back of your head now. “Sorry. I’ve just been having this weird headaches lately. I’m no stranger to migraines, but these recent ones feel especially uncomfortable.”

This time, it’s Satoru who drops the bags. But he’s calm — way more composed than you as he leans down to pick them up. Not even a line misplaced in his roguish grin. You take that chance to glance at his ass, strangely perky for a man his age. Then again, he’s only, what, twenty eight? And you’ve noticed that his lips glisten too. Does he wear lip balm?

“You’re staring,” he remarks. Not even bothering to turn around to look you in the eye. But you hear rather than see the teasing lilt in his timbre — the lust barely curbed. “That’s sexual harassment, ya know? I can report you to HR if you’re not careful.”

You pin him with a deadpanned look. But your lips curve. A smile before you hide it behind your sleeve. “Yeah, well. You’ve stared at my ass, like, twelve times on the way here so I think it’s even.”

“Twelve,” he echoes. Then he brings up both hands and pretends to count, putting one finger down after another. Blues flashing at you as he lifts his gaze again. Flickering in mischief before they’re hidden. Covered behind dark sunglasses. “Fair enough. I’ll let you stare eleven more times then.”

You can’t help the laugh bubbling out of you. “You’re dumb,” you say, a little short of breath. Your cheeks aching from smiling too much. “Might as well take a picture at that point. It’ll last longer.”

You had meant it as a joke, but you know Satoru took it differently when his whole face lights up. Beaming as though enthused.

“We can work up to that,” he says. And you’re quick to shake your head. He’s quicker to lean close — shoulder to shoulder, ankle almost brushing up yours as he walks by your left. Steps weirdly synchronized with your footfalls. “Oh, we can definitely work up to that.” He suddenly turns wistful, a sigh drawled out like he’s lost to fond memories. “Ah, the imprint of my hand on your ass would look good as my phone’s wallpaper — I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

He laughs, guarding against your light slaps to his shoulder and chest with your shopping bags. It’s impressive you haven’t passed out by now with all the blood constantly rushing to your head.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look good with the sun kissing your skin, by the way? I noticed when we were out getting coffee. Such a fucking nice view,” he suddenly quips, grin stretching from ear to ear as he deliberately bumps into your arm. “Not as nice as the look you’re making right now though. God, you are so cute when you’re blushing.”

You feel hazy; everything in you searing hot at the slightest contact — the briefest of his warmth sapping into you even through the layers. You bite back with sarcasm, but the edge dulls. Dissolving into a breathless laugh. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“Do you ever go out?” he banters back. “Like, seriously. Maybe your headaches are because you’re working all these unpaid overtimes — and no, don’t lie. I know they’re unpaid.”

You press your parted lips tight. Remark dying out in your throat as you curl into yourself like a child caught red-handed. “I do go out,” you mutter, defensive. Shoulders tense before you force them to relax.

“No, you don’t,” he scoffs. Pausing for a moment to think something over. “Or… I have a better idea. Maybe I can take you out. That’s a solution, right?”

You fumble, face so red you might as well be a stop sign. “Not if I don’t let you,” you say. Laughing. But there’s a shake in your voice. Uncertainty as you entertain the idea for a bit. And then you shake your head. More at yourself than at him. “Yeah, no. Not letting you have your way. Not indulging you anymore.”

Satoru doesn’t even flinch. “Uh-huh,” he hums. Tries to at least sound convincing as he nods his head. “I believe you.”

You catch his sarcasm. The way he smiles at you all smug like he knows he’s won.

“I really won’t,” you huff. But Satoru just pulls your bangs back before they could poke into your eyes. That slant of his lips never faltering.

You promised you wouldn’t. That indulging him would be the last thing you would do ever again. And for a short while, Satoru let you have that. Let you believe that it was possible, that you meant it even when you knew it yourself that you didn’t.

But now he’s pushing your breasts up against the mirror in the dressing room. One hand cupped over your face, fingers shoved so far down your throat you gag, you choke. You tear up as he watches you swirl your tongue all over his knuckles. His hips stuttering before doubling down, labored pants muffled into the junction between your neck and shoulder as he pulls your arms back. Using that added leverage to fuck you deeper. To render you at his mercy as he makes you take more than you can handle. Cock dragging along all the right spots — still so big you whine when he presses on the shape of him peeking through your stomach.

You’re thankful for the music playing loud through the mall’s speakers as you catch the sounds of skin smacking skin. Of you gushing and squelching around him as he fucks you standing. Picking you up and off the floor so easily and carelessly like you weighed nothing above a feather. Your panties a discarded heap around your ankles, slick trickling down your knees as his cum follows suit before he forces it back in with a single thrust. Hard — he’s pounding into you so viciously hard you can’t stop shaking. Can’t stop squirting down to his balls as he has his way with you.

“What happened to —" He pulls out only to slam back in. Laughing from the way you jolt from sudden pressure, “— not indulging me anymore, hm? You sounded so determined too that I almost believed you. But look at you now. Whining and making a mess. Swallowing all that dick so well like you’re made to be used like this. Made to be a fucking hole to warm my cock.”

“Shut — haah — up,” you manage to heave out. Yet it has no effect; leaving you in slurred words and muffled gasps as he presses fingertips to the back of your throat. Spit dribbling down your chin as you stare at your own reflection. At the cheeks flushed, the eyes half-lidded and dazed. The tears streaking down your cheeks as saliva drops to your chest. Your hair disheveled, your clothes even more so. Satoru laughs, and your walls pulse around him. Sucking him in as he quickly pistons in and out of you. Clear liquid spurting with every in and out. 

“Yeah, look at that pretty whore,” he rasps. Meeting your gaze through the mirror and sneering now as he digs his teeth into your shoulder blades. “My pretty fucking whore, huh? All desperate and needy and slutty just for me. Didn’t think I’d fuck you like this, did you? Didn’t think I’d pick you up and bounce you on my cock like this, did you? You perfect little slut, you eager little thing — fucking dumb bitch in heat creaming all over daddy’s dick —”

Whatever leaves you after sounds almost animalistic. Something raw and guttural, cacophonous and harsh as you shatter into pieces. Vision cutting to black, to Satoru as blue eyes flash at you. Feral; the slightest of something dark lurking underneath before you blink — and it’s gone again. Brief like it was never even there.

“Good girl,” but then he hushes you and you forget that, too.

“Yeah, yeah. He’s great. Rich and handsome with a weirdly charming sense of humor,” you laugh, phone to your ear as the elevator dings and the automatic doors slide open. Your best friend humming from the other side before asking about Satoru’s age. “Girl, no, he’s not sixty and on his deathbed. I wouldn’t be getting fucked so good if he was.”

There’s a spring in your steps as you walk to your apartment. Your body oddly light, a smile even more oddly plastered on your face. It’s been months since you’ve had any orgasms at all, but with Satoru cropping back up, that issue is so quickly solved it’s almost eerie. But you don’t care about that — relieved rather than perturbed as you exhale a contented sigh into the air.

You feel like all your accumulated stress had ebbed away with just one evening. Water down your back, weights you didn’t realize were slouching your shoulders. Even now, you can still hear his laugh. Can still feel his smile. His length snapping in and out between slippery folds.

You notice the boxes outside the apartment next to yours as you search through your purse for your keys. Silent for a moment before your best friend breaks your train of thought. “Uh, yeah, I’m still here. Sorry. It’s just that I think someone recently moved in next door?... Um, maybe today? I dunno, I didn’t see anything yesterday. No, I don’t know them. Haven’t even met them. You do know that I barely even go out, right?”

She makes a joke about juggling two people at once if your newfound neighbor is hot and you snort out a laugh. “Dude, no thanks. I have my hands full already with Mr. Rich and Handsome. Who — by the way, I forgot to mention — works with me now.”

You barely hear her freaking out over your phone as you breathe in at the wrong time and you catch smoke wafting through your window. Your hand immediately cupping over your nose before the smell could even sneak in as you frown. Your eyes squinting, catching a glimpse of grey and fire coming from the back of your apartment.

“Ugh, it’s that neighbor again,” you grumble. Checking the time on your clock before furiously snapping the window shut. “Can’t believe he’s burning trash at three in the morning. Can’t he be like the rest of us and throw them out like a normal person?”

But your annoyance is brief. Lingering only for a bit as your phone screen suddenly lights up and you notice Satoru’s contact name in your notifications.

“Oh, my god. He’s asking me if I’m free this weekend,” you almost scream. Flopping on your bed face first as you kick your feet up. Unable to contain your own excitement at the thought of meeting Satoru again. The smile tilting then wavering from your lips as your best friend questions your feelings for him. “What? No. I just think he’s cool to be around. Besides, he fucks good. I’ve only known him for a short while, so it’s not like I’m expecting anything.”

And then you pause. Goosebumps up your arms as you look back on today’s evening.

“But — well.” You suck in your cheek, holding back a grin. “I guess I can make time for him this weekend.”

“This is hopeless,” Suguru once told him. Sighing, frustrated as he eyed Satoru curling further into the sheets. “You know she doesn’t remember you.”

But Satoru only sounded a sharp inhale. “She will,” he whispered. A promise. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Satoru throws his head back. Appreciating the cold gust of wind tickling his hair. The moonlight illuminating his dimly lit room. The bustle of the crowd underneath, flickering lights and crowded roads. Grey and sparks of flames garnering his attention as he looks down to see burnt trash. The scent of fresh paint filling up his nose as he catches muffled giggling. His ears perking up — making out gossip and strings of words even through the walls.

He can’t help but laugh. They’re paper thin.

And then he flits his eyes close. White lashes like dark shadows on soft cheeks as he breathes in. Acid in his bones, a sting in his chest as smoke wafts in through his window.

[drivinmeinsane]

Mistletoe ※ 12 Days of Goosemas

Day Twelve ※ Driver / Reader

{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}

※ Summary: Your apartment complex decided to decorate for the season and who else is with you but your ever-present shadow, Driver?

※ Rating: 18+ for explicit mature content.

※ Content/Tags: Cumming Untouched, Shy!Driver, Kissing

※ Word count: 1087

※ Status: Oneshot/Complete

As the sun sets, the temperature continues to drop further. It’s cold and you rub your hands together, fighting the urge to blow on them. If you’re this chilly, you can’t imagine how your neighbor must be feeling. The quiet man had moved all the way from California about a year ago. You’ve become fast friends since meeting each other in the parking lot. He had been there when another neighbor backed into your car. His intervention when the guilty party decided to pick a fight had been invaluable. Strangely enough, that neighbor broke the lease and moved out not even a week after the accident. 

Today, the mechanic is helping you bring in the groceries. Driver had softly insisted on carrying all the bags, leaving you empty handed. Your only jobs in this process until getting inside the apartment were to close his truck and unlock your front door. Almost all your trips have turned into mutual excuses to spend time together. 

Your apartment complex has decided to decorate for the holidays. String lights are twinkling in the hallways and along the awnings of the buildings. The effect is admittedly cozy. You’re looking up, admiring the lights when you spot it and come to a dead stop. Driver nearly stumbles over you.

“What is it?” His tone carries an edge of concern.

Pointing upwards at fake leaves and berries, comically large for visibility, you answer his question. “Mistletoe.”

Driver doesn’t move when you spin on your heel to face him. He makes a low, questioning noise, but doesn’t speak, There is a moment of silence while he processes the word. You see the moment when he realizes what you’re getting at. His eyes widen slightly and he looks as flustered as you’ve ever seen him. 

Biting down on his toothpick and clearing his throat, he finally speaks. “It means a kiss, right?”

“Is that okay?” You ask softly, not wanting to push him into something he doesn’t want.

The man quietly nods. He stays still when you step into his space and reach up, slowly, to pluck the toothpick from his lips. You tuck it into its customary spot behind his ear. Driver leans down, angling his grocery-laden arms out of the way. You lean up to meet him, mouth hovering over his. He makes no effort to close the gap. He’s waiting for you to make the choice, breath brushing erratically over your face. His blue eyes are hooded, nearly closed as he observes you. There’s a flush creeping up his neck, dusting his ears in pink. He’s so lovely like this. 

Reflexively, his tongue darts out and wets his lips. They glisten in the light. He’s almost trembling, his jaw working. Finally, you take pity on him and kiss him. His mouth falls open under yours. You had genuinely intended to keep the kiss chaste, but the way he melts against you causes you to kiss him deeper, thoroughly. 

When you finally pull away, he makes an involuntary, wounded sound. It’s so needy that you immediately catch the tall man in another kiss. His breathing is ragged, and you can feel the muscles in his upper arms tensing underneath your hands. Your teeth catch on his bottom lip and you suck it. He lets out an unrestrained whine and his body jerks, hard. You pull away, concerned. The man is trembling, chest heaving. He’s flushed and his eyes are glazed. His lips are kiss-swollen and shiny with spit. 

Worried, you visually scan him for something wrong. You start to open your mouth to ask him if he’s okay, but that’s when you see it. There is a sizable wet spot spread over the front of his jeans. You can see the imprint of his erection straining against the thick material. Under your astounded gaze, you see it twitch and the spot grows larger. 

In a daze, you reach out and press your fingertips to the clearly visible head of his cock. The denim is warm and damp to the touch as you rub over it. Driver’s hips instantly press against your hand. Your hand opens and he’s grinding against your palm, over sensitive but desperate for contact, as though he can’t help himself. He’s silent now, but panting. 

“Oh,” you breathe wonderingly. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes, sounding distraught. He can’t meet your eyes when you finally look away from the sight of his gradually softening cock against your palm, separated only by a single layer from the look of things. 

“Don’t be,” you tell him, voice gentle.

Reluctantly, you remove your hand from the front of his jeans. Driver sways forward after it before coming to his senses and taking a step back. Neither of you speak as he follows you back to your apartment, still carrying the groceries. He lets you close the door behind him after he enters and makes his way to the kitchen to set the bags on the counter. You join him, hastily putting away the cold items. The two of you stand there for a moment in crushing silence. The mechanic turns to leave, but you interrupt him. 

“Would you like a glass of water?” It’s irrational considering the man has an issue to take care of but you can’t stand the thought of him leaving. There’s a growing certainty that you will only see him in passing if this doesn’t get resolved. He’s clearly embarrassed. 

He’s quiet for so long that you’re certain he’s going to just walk right out the door. “Sure.”

Your hands brush when you fill the glass and hand it to him. There’s no missing the way his breath hitches and his eyelids flutter at the small amount of contact. Your eyes are glued to the movements of his throat as he swallows. He sets the glass down on the counter at his side. There’s something sad in his expression, like he’s in mourning. You can’t stand it.

“Oh look, more mistletoe.” you say, tipping your chin at the ceiling.

“Yeah?” He asks quietly.

“It’s the invisible kind,” you confirm, getting a smile out of him.

Driver reaches out, sliding his hand over your side. He crowds against you. The devastated look is gone, replaced only by his searching gaze. You tilt your head back for him and then he’s kissing you. The way he groans into your mouth when you slide your hands under his layered jackets makes you thankful for your apartment management company for the first time since you moved in.