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stellayuta · 10 months

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Rin doing Yoga in the anime had me bawlinggg idk why It also put the image of Yoga Sex with Rin in my mind and now I can't stop thinking about ittt

How about writing something about that?

thanks for putting the image in my head too

mdni, 18+ only

★Rin Itoshi - Yoga S*x☆

The 'R' in Rin stood for routine. He was awake by 5 AM and done with his early morning strength training and jog by 7 AM. To ease the pain of exhausting his stamina and muscles at dawn, he chose Yoga as a means to stretch his body out and soothe the soreness. The upkeep of being a pro footballer was not a regular man's deal after all.

You had never seen his routine ever before because you loved your sleep more than Rin did. In fact, you only knew about his routine in detail because his sports manager scolded him because he refused to take a break from working out even during his off time from the football season. You on the other hand, if there wasn't a reason to wake up before 8:00 AM, you won't. That was the law. Usually, you'd just join a freshly rejuvenated Rin for a hearty breakfast with a yawn and kickstart your day.

One fine morning though, you were forced awake by the sheer heat of the house. It was the middle of the harshest summer Japan had to offer as of late, and you were hoping that for whatever reason the AC was off, it'd better be a good one. You got out of the bed, kicking the musty sheets away from you and swiped at the sweat forming on your forehead. You were melting away even when you were only in a pair of skimpy shorts and a paper-thin tank top. You checked the time before you made your way out of your bedroom - 7:00 AM. The rest of the house was a degree cooler than your oven-like bedroom, but it was enough for you to forget where the thermostat was. That's when you remember that it was Rin who usually handled the thermostat. Maybe it was him who switched the AC off? But... why?

You make your way to the living room to locate the thermostat and are greeted by the most astonishing and unexpected sight right in front of you.

Rin Itoshi's bare back is facing you as he stretches himself out into complicated poses on his yoga mat while soaking in the radiant sun seeping in from the open windows. There is not a single item of clothing on his body. He sighs as he skillfully changes positions and focuses on the left side of his body, balancing himself on the mat. You gawk at his marvelous form as Rin's body shines lusciously under the sunlight, as if lathered by coconut oil and Epsom salts and his own sweat - which it probably is.

"Rin?" you call out without meaning to, making the Itoshi jerk his head up in confusion and smiling when he sees you.

"You up early?" he asks as if he isn't laid out in front of you like a whole meal ready to be ravished.

"Well, the AC woke me up." you say honestly, approaching him as he seats himself on his mat in a lotus pose. You stare at how his limp member and ball sack hang, tucked inside his folded thighs. That's all you can stare at or pay attention to now as you feel a shiver creep up your core and you press your legs together.

"That was my bad. I'm sorry, I usually do this out on the balcony but the neighbors are doing garden-work and obviously, I don't want them to see." he says. Foolish Rin...

"Have you been out on the balcony doing yoga butt naked everyday?" you exclaim. "Rin! People other than the neighbors can see you too you idiot!"

"Are you worried someone might click pictures?" he asks coyly, holding out his hand to entrap yours. It is all slick and sticky with oil and heats up your body even more.

"Have you seen yourself? Anyone would." You say, playing with the hem of your shorts with your other hand. Things are getting sticky inside your body too now.

"Want to try it?" Rin asks, already sliding your shorts down your bare thighs. You don't sleep with underwear on when wearing those pair of shorts. "Oh, look at that." Rin says, cocking his head at the bare delta of your womanhood.

"Come here." he says, kissing your mound generously making you whimper. You grab at his green hair and try to stop yourself from crumbling.

"Y/N. Position your knee like this." he says, folding you knee and pressing your foot to the thigh of your other leg.

"Hands up and palms together." he demands and you follow, keenly trying to balance on one leg. "That's the tree pose." he tells you and you nod. "Great position for what I'm about to do." he says with a smirk, inching closer, his lower lashes hitting your thighs.

The way Rin ravages you over the next few minutes has you praying you don't fall over. The position gives Rin enough freedom to hit some of the most stubborn and well-hidden bundles of nerve inside you with relative ease. His tongue is as flexible as his body was a while ago. You are left croaking as Rin digs his nails into the sides of thighs, shamelessly making slurping noises as he eats you out. Soon enough, you let your hands free from the pose and start rolling your hips onto his face, eyeing him from the top - his reactions, the way his brows tense up, the way he looks up at you occasionally. You force him to hit your most sensitive innards as you finally come undone on his tongue and face without asking. Unbeknownst to you, the lewdness of the whole situation and Rin's skill made you come a LOT. As your eyes are shut and you are unable to process anything around you, Rin is collecting your plentiful essence in his palms. When you finally come to and regain your usual breathing rhythm you find Rin playing with the sticky substance in his hands.

"R-rin?" you ask, eyelids half closed. "What are you doing with that, wipe it off!"

"Nah." Rin says, keeping his eyes on your cum in his hands. "I was in a dilemma since I ran out of oil for you, but you solved my problem." he says and it takes a second for you to understand what he's about to do.

He takes his palms and rubs them all over your body. Your chest, your hips, your navel and your thighs.

"Feel good?" he asks, pressing your back to make you lay on the ground on all fours. "Feels good to be covered in your own slick?"

"Anything for you, Rinnie." you say, wondering why he is pulling one of your legs horizontally. "You're so weird you know."

"I know." he admits. "Balancing Table Pose."

"Wha-?" Before you can finish your question though, Rin rams full force into you from behind. "Keep you other hand up, pretty please. I don't like it when the form is incorrect."

you sniff as your muscles hurt from maintaining the pose. Yet still, after a few seconds your body gets used to it and the pleasure doubles as one each of your arms and legs is up in the air while Rin's pace increases. He presses his chest against your back and keeps the rhythm going, pounding in and out savagely. His angle is so unpredictable, his length is going left and right and top and bottom inside of you, making you scream his name in pleasure. You feel the head of his member in full intensity with one leg up and you feel it's bulbous shape ebb at your cervix with how long Rin is. You so want to see how red his tip is, how angrily it must be leaking out pre-cum right now.

"Ah, just a bit more." he says next to your ear, huffing and puffing as he increases the power of his thrust as you feel your eyes roll back into your head.

"Ah, There. Yes!" Rin scrunches up his face. "Yes!" his tongue lolls out - an occurrence when he is at peak pleasure.

He empties himself inside of you as you feel your abdomen fill up with his sticky liquid.

"There we go." he says, gasping and pulling himself out of you as you drip all over onto his mat, sinking to your knees.

"Session Complete." he says, bringing his towel to your hole.

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saikokirakira · 11 months

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We're Not Married Yet [Jake Lockley x Reader]

word count: 2.5k

summary: you received nothing but radio silence from your partners for months. one day, jake comes home and calls you by an unknowingly offensive endearment. your insecurity acts up, and jake won't give up control until he fixes it.

a/n: more ANGST. MORE! *insert kylo ren meme* don't worry though. it's just miscommunication. also, it's time for our boy jake to shine and show his simpery. and the thought of this fic came from listening to "porque" by maldita and also finding out that querida is an endearment in spanish. in filipino, it means the complete opposite opposite – a married man's lover/mistress.

warnings: can be standalone; ANGST with fluff ending; hurt and comfort; separation anxiety/fear of abandonment; miscommunication/language barrier; insecurity in a poly-relationship (hinting at my wife layla in the loop as well); jake lockley is a simp and kinda romantically intense; use of chavacano (spanish-creole filipino language) by a non-speaker (so idk how it would translate for jake who is fluent in spanish) (just assume he does understand it lol)

It has been months. Months since Marc woke up and said Khonshu needed him somewhere. He and the god insisted that you stay home after a little mishap got you seriously injured from the last mission. You didn’t argue.

You just wished that there wasn’t any radio silence between you and them. When the first week passed, you managed to find out that they were with Layla, but neither of them bothered to call. They just left you to be the goldfish sitter. Not that you minded that much at first. You knew that Marc was still bothered over the fact that he accidentally killed Real Gus.

During the first month, you thought you were going crazy. You stopped by every day at Steven’s flat to feed the Gus-es and check his tank. Then you’d make yourself some tea and call out, “Do you want one, Steven?” before realizing that you were alone.

Halfway through the third month, you somewhat grew accustomed to the routine. Sometimes, you would spend the night at his flat, not because it was easier – it was harder actually – but because you were afraid that you might forget them. It was a silly thing to worry about, but you didn’t want to be so used by their absence that the feelings would just go away.

You used to have a whole speech on what to yell at them the moment one of them steps through that door, but now… you weren’t quite sure what to say. You’d be lucky if you’d get a word out as a matter of fact. Maybe you could get a slap in.

They came back on the last week of the fourth month.

You just finished cleaning the two Gus’ filter, which probably took longer than you should have. You felt like you were running slow when you woke up that morning. Putting on music on the speakers, you had planned to make a quick sandwich for lunch then curl back in bed.

Bakit sa’yo pa nagkagusto? // Why did I like you out of everyone else?

Parang bula ika’y naglaho // Like a bubble, you disappeared

Between the heavy daze in your mind and the music crooning all over the flat, you didn’t notice at all that the front door swung open. You had your back to him when Jake silently set his newsboy cap and leather gloves on the side. He was very careful that you weren’t holding anything that would injure you or him when he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

As expected, you stiffened and immediately relaxed when you recognized that scent. You hated how you still know it too well. The flat had been long cleared of any of their scent after the first month, and you cried about it for a whole night once.

But now, you weren’t sure what to feel. Like you expected, you wouldn’t muster any words. You couldn’t even distinguish the emotions bubbling in the pit of your stomach. Anger, relief, sadness, happiness?

Instead, all you said was “Jake?”

He merely hummed then buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in after months away. He didn’t want to let you go, even when you tried to move so you can turn to face him. He immediately felt months’ worth of tension leave his body. That and the soft music playing in the background started to make him aware of his fatigue.

“Let’s go to bed, hm?” you offered, catching the slight tired slump of his shoulders.

Jake hummed in acknowledgement again, but instead of walking normally, his hands moved from your waist to threading your fingers together, swaying you through the music across the apartment. Jake held you close to him as you both continued to sway in the free space near the foot of Steven’s bed. He didn’t understand a word of what the song meant, that is, until the chorus played again.

Bien simple lang I yo tapidi // What I ask is simple

Era cin ti tu el cosa yo ya cin ti // I hope you feel my sorrow

Jake still didn’t understand it completely, but fragments of the lyrics, chosen few of the words, he caught and interpreted the gist of it. He stopped moving and tucked his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Is that how you feel, querida?” he asked.

Jake didn’t miss how your eye twitched at the nickname.

You tried to not to let it bother you. You really did. It’s his endearment for you. Jake rarely fronted, and when he did, he was incredibly loving towards you. There was no reason to take offense on what he calls you.

Hiding your discomfort, you buried your face in his chest and continued to sway. “It’s just a song, Jake,” you said. “My playlist is on shuffle.”

Na dimio rezo ta pidi yo // In my prayers, I ask

Era olvida yo contigo // I hope I forget you

“Well, I don’t like it,” Jake said bluntly with a plump pout on his lip. He stopped dancing once again and walked to turn off the speaker. “Let’s go to bed, querida.”

Again, Jake saw you relent but not only after you exhaled in a self-soothing manner. He pulled you under the covers, and you fell asleep within a few minutes. You seemed tired, emotionally drained to the point that you’d sleep to avoid them, and even though Jake was exhausted as well, his worry for you now kept him up.

I told you we were gone too long. Can she no longer stand endearments? Steven piped in their head. Let me have control. I want to talk to her.

“I’ll fix it,” Jake assured him, cutting himself silent when you stirred. He tucked you deeper into the covers and watched the furrow between your brows relax.

Jake will fix it. He always did. That’s why he’s fronting now when the others couldn’t even forcibly take control. Something was wrong.

When you woke up a few hours in the late afternoon, you were still tangled up in your boyfriend’s arms. You couldn’t tell who would be out once he woke up, but you were sure that if it were either Marc or Jake, they’d wake up as soon as you sit up in bed. Your thoughts were answered when the grip around your waist tightened when you tried to slither off to the corner of the bed.

“Marc?”

An agitated huff told you that you were mistaken. The sleepy daze immediately wore off. If he was still fronting, something might be wrong. “Is everything okay, Jake?”

“I don’t know, querida. Is there?”

At his pointed question, you immediately closed up. “You’re the one who disappeared for months without contacting me,” you shot back. “I’m surprised you didn’t mail me divorce papers as well.”

“We’re not married yet, querida.”

You scoffed and got out of bed, stomping your way to the kitchen. You took the tea tin and took a bag, then slamming the cabinet shut. It was only until you were filling up the kettle on the faucet did you realise your hands were shaking and tears were dripping on your outstretched arms.

Well, done, Fabio. You really did so well. Marc snarked at Jake from the mirror in front of their bed. Let me out.

“No.”

Let me out! Marc demanded.

Let him out, Jake. Steven pleaded. She needs—

“What? You? Us? Who exactly? We left. Everything will be exactly the same if either of you comes out.”

From the kitchen, you peered at Jake arguing with Marc and Steven from the mirror. There was no doubt they all were concerned now from your outburst. You didn’t even know why you were upset.

Well, you were, are, upset that they disappeared like ghosts for months. What you didn’t understand was why Jake’s endearment bothered you even more. It was an endearment. It’s not like he knew your language that well to deliberately calling you negative names.

Jake was cursing up a fury at the mirror when you silently sat on the spot beside him at the edge of the bed. He immediately stopped staring at his reflection to look at you. Really look at you. That’s one thing you loved about Jake. His gaze made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered to him. More than Khonshu. More than…

You shook the thought from your head. It was absurd to be jealous of your lovers that way. It wasn’t fair to you nor was it fair to them.

“Talk to me,” you said, grasping his hand in between yours.

“You didn’t deserve it. I know you deserve better, but I want you, cariño. You’re all I’ve wanted. I will always come back to you.”

In the background, you heard the electric kettle click itself off, but you were more focused on Jake baring his feelings for you. He was barely around for as long as you knew Marc and Steven, but he had never failed in being sincere with how he felt for you. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed.

Jake’s face fell, and if you could only see what he saw, Marc lowered his eyes in the mirror, while Steven retreated back in the recesses of their mind. Even Khonshu was eerily silent and nowhere to be found, which was odd enough as it is. The god was fond of you in his own way that he kept a safe distance hovering nearby.

“Don’t be,” you said. “I know what I signed up for when I decided to be with an Avatar.” You let out a weak chuckle at the unintentional reference. “Steven would’ve loved that one.”

“Do you wish to talk with him instead, cariño?”

You didn’t miss the hurt that seeped through Jake’s words. You barely spent time with him, and you knew him the shortest. You shook your head and cupped your hands over his cheeks, tilting his head to face you.

The same furrowed brow wrinkled his forehead again, and if it wasn’t for the stiffness in his eyes, the conflicted look behind those brown orbs would’ve easily misled you to think he was Marc. Jake’s hard expression was easily remedied when you pressed a soft kiss on his forehead. The hurt and fear were now exposed, and you had to come clean with your own issues.

“I’m not mad that you left for months,” you said and immediately caught yourself at Jake’s pointed look. “Okay, yes, I was mad, but only during the first month, especially when I found out that you took Layla with you.”

“It wasn’t all us, love.” Steven snuck out for a moment. “But she was also worried that it was too early for you to take this mission on.” His eyes rolled back, and Jake was back, annoyed from those few seconds of being interrupted.

“Sometimes…” you took a deep breath, finding the right words to say, “I feel like I’m just a liability to you guys, you and Layla.”

This time it was Marc who took the wheel. “You can easily put us on our asses, baby,” he laughed softly, trying to lighten your mood. “Sure, we’d put up a fight, but your powers are kinda scary sometimes.”

Your hands pressed against Marc’s chest before gripping his jacket in tight fists as if you were scared that he’d vanish after your next words. “That’s not what I mean, Marc.”

When the realization dawned on his face, Marc immediately cupped your face. “Why on earth would you even think that?” he asked, hurt from your words and from how you felt. “I mean, you were dating Steven when he had no idea of Layla and my existence, and we were even on the verge of divorce by then.” He continued, “and Jake… Well, I think Jake only likes you. That ass only shows up when one of us are dying or when it comes to you.

“And Layla adores you. Otherwise, she didn’t finish our job for us just so we can come back to you,” he added. Swallowing whatever weight that clogged his throat, he finally said, “You’re a part of this crazy relationship whether you like it or not.” Realizing what he accidentally implied, he softly asked, “If… if you were to leave…” He trailed off, his voice ending in a shuddering breath. His shoulder tensed for a split second, and he was gone, overwhelmed from his own fears.

“We will marry you in a heartbeat,” Jake said, grasping your hand. “If that meant you would never leave us.” That wide-eyed gaze he pointed at you showed that he was frighteningly sincere.

But it was quickly cut off with Steven nervously chuckling. “If you would have us, love,” he said. “Of course, consent is key. No need to be psycho about it,” he shot a pointed glance at the mirror.

You exhaled, feeling all the tension and issues wafting away from a single breath. “One thing though,” you stated.

“What is it, querida?” Jake returned, and this time, he finally noticed the twitch in your eye from the endearment he gave you.

“Two things I hate though,” you corrected yourself through gritted teeth. “Call me anything but that word, and propose to me properly. And we won’t have any problems.”

Jake would never admit it but the coldness in your voice and suddenly shifting to a sweet smile after you listed your terms made the hairs on his arms stand a bit.

Later that evening, Jake discreetly looked up what ‘the forbidden endearment’ meant on Steven’s phone. He sucked in a sharp breath at his massive mistake, and a pit formed in his stomach when it sank that he had been accidentally feeding your insecurity all this time. He immediately rushed over to you on the stove and pulled you into his arms.

“Jake! What the—” Unable to pull yourself out of his embrace, you barely managed to reach for the stove and turn the heat to low before you accidentally burn down his flat. “Now barely seems like the time to—”

“You’re the only one for me. I revere you. I fear you. I worship you. Cariño, mi vida, mi corazón…”

You laughed in the midst of your confusion while Jake pulled you in for a tight hug. “What brought this on?” Your eyes landed on Steven’s phone at the kitchen counter with the latest search page still on display. A more genuine smile tugged at your lips as you buried your face into his chest, embracing his warmth.

“Also, I’m marrying Layla first.”

SMACK!

You barely registered the sting on your bottom when you were pushed away. Steven’s wide-eyed puppy eyes gazed at you in horror. His mouth hung open in surprise as he raised his hands in innocence.

“It wasn’t me. I swear!” Steven cried out. Then he paused, glancing off somewhere. “Jake says he’ll be back once he gets a ring before Layla comes home next week.”

#jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic #can be standalone #bakunawa!reader #bakunawa au

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captain-is-king · 4 months

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okay i didn’t want to annoy anyone with a stream of consciousness live-blogging of the episodes which CAME OUT TONIGHT!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!

so here are the notes i took while watching if anyone wants to scream with me please feel free to do so

EDIT: HOLY SHIT IM A FUCKING IDIOT CHRIS IS CHRIS RODRIGUEZ!!! I WASNT EXPECTING HIM THIS SOON IN THE SERIES AT ALL. oh god and percy being friends with him now makes the betrayal so much worse oh shit oh man.

episode one:

- blackjack was percy seeing through the mist oh my god

- MYTHOMAGIC

- THIGHTY WHITIES

- oh my god they just trade sandwich toppings. that is so cute what the fuck

- grover psychanalyzing people. yes. good.

- mrs. dodds scene was underwhelming but that’s okay (edit: fight choreo is absolutely phenomenal the rest of the time)

- i am GASPING out loud at grover telling the headmaster

- obviously he’s doing it because it’s not safe for percy

- but WOOOOOOW

- eddie! what a cameo lmao

- i like that sally appears to argue with gabe more but also i’m worried she isn’t going to fucking murder gabe. it’s important to me that she kills that guy.

- also upset that percy probably won’t say “i know gabe would like to offer everyone in this lovely city free appliances” at the end

- near the septic tanks interesting detail to include 👀

- percy judging so hard like “you’re telling me found jesus”

- oh interesting the mist is responsible for grover which honestly makes more sense than hiding it? like if the mist takes care of monsters why not satyrs

- boys? i’m actually 24 I LOVE HIM

- mythomagic as training is fun

- would’ve been cooler if he swore on the styx and there was thunder but that’s okay

- omg i didn’t even realize his rain jacket was actually red until now. SUCH a good detail

- good animation of the minotaur very good

- oh my god the fight was the same like i could SEE the words on the page as i was watching it

- HE MUST BE THE ONE

- i grinned like a FOOL through the whole credits they’re so beautiful oh my god

episode two reactions under the cut!!!! i loved episode one but i liked episode two EVEN MORE so i have a lot of things to say.

episode two:

- annabeth just watching percy sleep with her arms crossed. she would.

- YOU DROOL WHEN YOU SLEEP oh my god the way she says it is like. so calculating. i always pictured it like a flippant thing in the book but no she’s like. angry. like it’s a remark on his character and she will use this detail to take him down in battle and it’s perfect and funny

- oh my god he’s turning away so grover doesn’t see him crying. i feel like this is a detail in the book somewhere but now i can’t find it happening so maybe i’m just losing it

- ok so the big house is not what i ever pictured but it is gorgeous and i love this version of it

- the diet coke

- but did you?

- he’s starting with me

- excuse me your highness

- dad? yes peter. it’s percy. exactly

- the audacity of mr. d. i’m obsessed

- “why must you ruin everything”

- omg the owls

- oh the cabins are so cool

- like one thing i never was able to picture was how camp was laid out and i just am eating so well this is so fun to look at

- I KNOW WHAT YOURE GOING THROUGH he really does though doesn’t he FUCK now i’m emotionally

- holy shit juniper????

- LMAO okay definitely not juniper she looks much older

- council of cloven elders is so much spookier than i thought

- mmmmm grover figured it out interesting

- also apparently names don’t have power. i mean that is the stance in heroes of olympus they did not care about names. so i get it

- so like. this is kronos? looking like the grim reaper in percy’s dreams?

- ok honestly the lack of annabeth so far is very upsetting

- mmmm “glory” interesting, luke

- who is this spunky kid with the hair

- YES. YES WHEELCHAIR USING DEMIGOD YES!!!

- idk why but them just using lighters takes me out of it. but it made me laugh

- yesssss hephaestus kids my beloved

- spunky kid with the hair is chris. NOW WHO THE FUCK IS CHRIS

- holy shit this is so sad. percy alone in the woods burning his candy

- OH MY GOD FOR HIS MOM oh my god i’m not going to survive this episode

- “i think i’ve made some friends here”

- oh this is too much. it’s giving “good kid” energy from the musical

- YES angry percy. i always felt like the musical emphasized how like. angry and upset percy was at his dad. obviously it’s a huge plot point in the book but it feels like more apparent in the musical and i always LOVED that about the musical so of course i LOVE that it is being emphasized in the show as well

- if percy doesn’t cut off medusas head and mail it to olympus after this and trying so hard to get his dad’s attention it will be SUCH a letdown i have to say it i’m sorry

- good bathroom scene. GOOD bathroom scene.

- are you stalking me annabeth

- yes

- oh i’m so in love with her

- like we knew she’d be phneomenal. but we’d seen so little of her in promo stuff!!! and i HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO SEE MY GIRL!!!!! AND HERE SHE FUCKING IS!!!!!!

- also saying annabeth is the head of the athena cabin and seeing tiny little annabeth is SO. funny. like we all knew it was funny that a twelve year old was in charge but SEEING it makes it so painfully obvious

- “she’s my little sister”

- they call them forbidden kids that’s a little silly but that’s fine

- also i enjoy that they’re talking about thalia-luke-annabeth earlier

- BABY ANNABETH HIDING IN AN ALLEY. oh i hope we get to actually SEE this scene one day because i do love it so

- “can you ask her to knock it off.” obsessed.

- these waterfalls are SO. cool. the one thing the descriptions of camp were always missing. i love a waterfall

- the kid playing the war drums has me laughing out loud

- laughing OUT LOUD at percy. flossing and peeing and whistling

- oh my god a lizard. i would too.

- just laying down. picking at a leaf

- i just noticed he actually has vans. skater!percy lives

- GUESS ILL LOSE DESERT PRIVILEGES good book line so glad it’s in here

- the fight choreo is SO. GOOD

- “NOT BAD HERO” ALSO GOOD BOOK LINE

- you were here the whole time and you didn’t help me? yes. what is wrong with you!!

- oh i love her SO. much. i love them both so fucking much

- one of my FAVORITE lines is “poseidon, earthshaker stormbringer. hail perseus jackson son of the sea god” and i’m so glad we got it

- i like jason mantzoukas because, like that post about gene wilder, you can really believe he’d let those kids die

- also one of my favorite scenes is annabeth being invisible in the big house the whole time percy is being offered a quest and chiron is like “someone already offered to go with you” and annabeth takes her hat off to reveal she has been there the whole time. and it’s always been so funny to me but i don’t mind that the humor of it was still maintained in the scene after capture the flag being altered a little bit. and we still got “not bad hero”

- oh shit are we not getting the oracle. i guess it makes sense. it’s a lot of time when someone can just tell percy they think it’s hades but like. actually. BETRAYED BY ONE WHO CALLS YOU A FRIEND!! FAIL TO SAVE WHAT MATTERS MOST!! ITS KIND OF IMPORTANT and the oracle is like a very important plot point later

- I AM SALLY JACKSON’S SON. YOU TELL THEM

#percy jackson #percy series #annabeth chase #grover underwood #oh man i love them so much

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stars-n-spice · 3 months

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TBB S3 TRAILER

Holy FUCK I was not prepared for this.

As soon as I saw the trailer posted on Instagram, I grabbed my laptop and casted the trailer on the TV and stood in front of the TV like an old asian man; hands behind the back, spine bent, feet planted shoulder width apart.

Cannot believe it's finally here and I've got a lot of thoughts that I'm going to put under the cut because holy shit, this trailer hit me like a brick.

Idk if they will be comprehensive honestly but I'm writing them down as I rewatch the trailer.

In summary though? This season is going to absolutely wreck me and I will never recover from it emotionally and probably financially too if we get a new wave of merch and shit with it too.

Anyways, thoughts and reactions under the cut-

What the fuck are they doing with that transport? They stealing something? Retrieving something? Is it a tank? Hello, where is Echo??? IS THAT FUCKING CROSSHAIR?! IN S1 ARMOR???

PHEE GENOA!! so fucking great to see her again, I'm going to be absolutely devastated if they show us her reaction to Tech's supposed death.

CAPTAIN REX MY LOVE YOU'VE COME HOME!! "I thought the end of the war would mean the end to losing more of our brothers" <- that better be about Tech and not about Cody, so help me god-

OMEGA'S NEW HAIRCUT :( she looks so much older now :((

STOP CROSSHAIR LOOKS SO FUCKING SAD. I feel terrible actually... this is like,, this is a shell of a man,, like,, this is a man who's got like,, nothing. He looks awful and I swear if he doesn't get some peace of mind I'm going to lose my mind.

"Omega's been waiting for us a long time." NO NO NO DON'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU DO A TIMESKIP, ANY MEASURE OF TIME THAT OMEGA HAD TO BE WITHOUT HER BROTHERS AND WONDERING WHEN THEY WERE GOING TO COME AND GET HER IT'S GOING TO BREAK ME. I fucking hate timeskips so much, I swear if she's been by herself for more than a year, or even just a year, I'm going to be PISSED. If she doesn't get the chance to be a kid like she deserves I'm going to fucking lose it.

PALPATINE?! "There is nothing of greater importance to secure the purpose of this Empire" <- y'all talking about cloning? About cloning Palpatine because you have to explain why "somehow Palpatine returned"???

HEY WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!

Holy shit the animation is really good. Like that whole fighting montage?? The fucking scene on the bridge looks like,, fucking live action to me. Idk how to describe it but the animation is fuckng beautiful and I wish Star Wars did more animation because this is gorgeous.

FENNEC SHAND MY LOVE!! MY WIFE RETURNS!!! PLEASE BE IN MORE THAN ONE EPISODE MY QUEEN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! and Cad Bane is there too ig-

"They are coming, for all of you." <- who is this. do not come for me but I cannot for the life of me figure out who this is. It's not Cody, I don't see the scar. Someone help me out here-

WOLFFE IS BACK BABY!!! FUCK I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HIM IN TBB ART STYLE

HUNTER ON PABU! Thinking they probably went back after everything and I want to see how they've adjusted and settled in, please, I am begging.

My baby, my angel, myivida, the light of my life. Fuck it's so good to see and hear you again. If anything happens to you I swear to god-

LMAOO DID HUNTER JUST GET YOINKED BY A SPACE CROC?!?! WAIT THEY'RE ON THE BOAT WITH FENNEC!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA

There are two clips that allude to the fact that they get Crosshair out of there before they get Omega and I'm going feral over it. If this means we get them reuniting with Crosshair sooner than later I'm fucking ecstatic. Like because,, that's Crosshair's rifle and they clearly cropped the screen for the sake of the trailer, right? Right??

Hey where is the zillo beast?

ASAJJ VENTRESS??!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! You're telling me,, I get a season,, with Wrecker, Wolffe, Fennec, AND Asajj? Oh be still my beating heart. Anyone hear something meowing?

Also I know in the trailer it seems like she's facing off with TBB but the backgrounds don't really seem to line up so I'm hoping they don't actually face off with each other.

Tech literally only being indirectly mentioned and showing his death scene again but recolored and shit makes me feel all kinds of things.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

3 EPISODE PREMIERE?!?!?!?!?!?! fuck me.

Echo wasn't in this trailer enough and where the FUCK was Cody?!?!?!?!

Fuck.

#tbb #the bad batch #star wars #clone force 99 #tbb trailer #tbb s3 #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #best believe i'm feral over this #screaming crying throwing up #i am unwell #i love them a normal amount #i love this show a normal amount

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theloveinc · 1 year

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just watched southpaw for the first time and cant stop thinking about boxer bkg yum yum yummmmmm

(this is so messy, i’m sorry) yughhh, I have such a hard time w/ boxer!aus because I never want to be … cliche with them. You know, meeting when he saves you from something and then slowly falling love only for him to defend your honor in a match of some sort. Like I love that, don’t get me wrong but… i don’t wanna copy or just write a do-over, either!!

Plus, I’ve never seen southpaw, nor do I want you to die… so I wonder, how do you meet? How do you fall in love??? (the only boxing movie I’ve seen is million dollar baby and we all know how that ends…)

But i like the thought of being boxer!Bakugo’s partner or spouse……. and the thought of visiting him at his dojo🥺 … always bandaged up in his ratty gym shorts, topless and showing off his numerous scars and bruises and tattoos…

There’s one by my aunt’s house that has these big glass windows that let you see inside, so I’m kinda imagining that maybe you stop to watch the sparring for a couple minutes every day. Still in work clothes, wrapped up in your cute little scarf and hat to keep you warm outside in the cold.

It’s not even the hot guys that draw you in to watch (the tank of a man with red hair and spikey teeth, the monster with green curls), but just how interesting it is. How they can fight so brutally with each other only to get back up and laugh just as quick (and if the blonde that always seems to notice you doesn’t smile, well, who are who to care).

And idk. Maybe one day they invite you inside, maybe one day you don’t show up and they’re concerned… or maybe you just end up working a double and only cross the dojo’s path when everyone is on their way out… the blonde with a gym bag and the keys locking up and holding back a snarl when you try to rush by.

(He’s not mean, but he’s not sweet yet, either. Just catches your eye for a bit which stops your walk home entirely. he says, “you’re late,” then asks, “gonna get home safe?”

You can’t help but smile. Or try to, at least, feeling a bit silly trying to wave the whole thing off. He doesn’t seem to care.)

But that’s not the end of your interactions, and soon, the man who introduces himself as Bakugo, a boxer, is holding the door for you to come watch the hub from inside. Is waiting for you to arrive to start. Is walking you home every night too, BLAHHH.

Anyway, I’m kinda rambling. Like I said, not the best at this topic, though flattered you came to me w/ it🥺

I just think it spirals from there. Or it started off at a different point, and still continues on. To you bringing him warm dinner to take home with him after practice, to sharing the large cupcake your coworker sent home with you … to like, going home with him in general, when he wants to cook for you, too, in return.

And then of course, the other fighters pick up on things, too. I mean, they knew Bakugo had a thing for you (the cute girl in the window, they called you) since the moment they caught him watching you, but now that things are more… official, it’s like you’re the rink mascot they all love and look out for (lest bakugo beat their ass, but that aside).

You become kind of their cheerleader. Prep their ice and stand on their backs. Go to their matches and sit with whoever isn’t competing, leaving marks in kirishima’s thighs and denki’s palms whenever Kat is in the rink… and running to the rail when he wins (always, usually) and getting pulled up by the collar of your shirt to give him his kiss…

(Not to mention all the good luck love you give him before matches, in the locker room, too…)

Despite how aggressive he is with competitors in the rink, once Bakugo finds you, I feel like he starts to calm down a lot more after fights, too. No longer feels the need to boast and gloat (as much) because you’re already there cheering for him, caring for him, waiting to take him home so you can reward him and he can thank you. He honestly refuses to let you go, even during the aftermath when he’s being interviewed or helping to clean up, you’re there with him, making him happier than he’s ever been before to have chosen this path.

(Plus, when you have a beautiful, doting lover, everyone is already jealous, win or lose…)

Interviewers are like, “how are you feeling, Bakugo?” and he’s just rolling his eyes, “like I wanna take a fucking ice bath with my baby. Move.”

(kids tw from here on our) And when you finally have your little daughter with him, after you’re married (the whole community coming to your wedding, even former opponents), she’s the literal pride and joy of the dojo… worshipped and SPOILED as all heck by all her aunts and uncles, they probably even carve out a few hours a week for her to do stretching, gymnastics and tumbling on the squishy, gym mat floors.

She always walks into the gym carrying the bag of snacks you made for everyone, and Bakugo never hesitates to stop whatever he’s doing (even if it means sero gets dropped on the floor) just to pick her up and carry her around the whole place instead of practicing. She even gets the hang of yelling at people the way he would, too… calling Kiri “kiwi” and telling him to tighten up his butt when he’s in a plank LOL.

She’s probably even the reason Bakugo ends up semi-retiring (phew) and becoming a coach, because she eventually starts wanting lessons, even if he’s SOOO nervous about her actually fighting anyone.

(He’s like, “maybe we can start with Kiri teaching you mma and wrestling?” And she’s like “I want to punch things, dad :/“)

Nebfjsjdjrkdjjrkfjrjfjfkdkjdjskdjrjrn!!! I adore it!!

#Bakugo #I’m tired #I hope this was okay anon :(#it feels like I didn’t say much even tho I said a lot #but I had fun with it so !!! 💕💓❣️#I go bed now #caitie things #gen #anon

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ceapa-mica · 3 months

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Family Life: Babyhood 🍼 - a Thrawn headcanon

Idk how my headcanons keep getting longer and longer. I just have a lot of thoughts for this man ok ☺️

This headcanon spans the first 1 1/2 years of your new family life with Thrawn and your baby daughter.

🔞 There is very slightly non-graphic NSFW stuff at some point 🔞

Reader's gender is not mentioned.

Taglist: @bingbongooo @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @ele-millennial-weirdo @enaelyork @jesslove23 @thrawnalani @thrawnsboots @twincesskorisoka @davesrightshoe @shoe-bag @blackddarling @obbicrystaleo

After the birth of your daughter and recovering from your strenuous pregnancy, your everyday life on the Chimera changes drastically. Parenting is certainly more difficult than you and Thrawn expected…

You knew when you married Thrawn, you would marry a workaholic.

When he returns from his job he will make up for it by looking after the baby though.

He talks to her, tells her about his work day, and also doesn't mind if his little one vomits on him when she drank her milk too greedily.

His favorite thing to do is skin on skin contact. Yep, he likes to sit and put his daughter on his bare chest. They both relax very well and it's a great way to strengthen their father-daughter bond.

Thrawn doesn’t really do baby talk. He talks to your daughter in a voice full of affection, but it's the same way he sometimes speaks to you when he expresses his admiration - like he would speak with an adult. He also speaks to her in Cheunh a lot.

He's fascinated by the way your body provides for the baby. That also leads him to feel like he's in charge of your diet plan (he's not but you let him believe he is) He simply makes sure you take your vitamins and don't eat junk food. You choose to hide your favorite candy from him, but he actually knows where you hide it and doesn't say anything. In fact, it makes him smile that you pull this trick on him.

Thrawn doesn't really know how to play with your baby. For example, when she offers him her little stuffed tooka toy he doesn’t know what to do with it. Thrawn.exe has stopped working.

Once your baby girl is old enough to eat solid foods, you feed her pretending the spoon is a spaceship trying to land in her mouth, especially when it's healthy food that she doesn’t like that much. Thrawn watches you do it a few times before trying it himself… Let’s just say he ends up with baby porridge on his face and black tank top. You will tease him for weeks about it.

You teach Thrawn some lullabies in Basic since all lullabies he remembers are in Cheunh. You try to learn the Cheunh lullabies, the language is just extremely difficult for humans to pronounce correctly.

Once your baby is asleep you are both exhausted. You don't have as much sex as you used to, but Thrawn continues to make sure all your carnal needs are met. It gets easier once your daughter sleeps through the night.

You always loved that crisp scent of your husband that reminds you of ice and snow. Turns out your daughter has the exact same scent to her. It must be a Chiss thing. Same goes for her thick skin. Thrawn has once told you that Chiss skin evolved to be thicker to withstand the freezing conditions of their homeworld, Csilla. When you mention the similar scent Thrawn chuckles and explains that this scent comes from a secretion from tiny skin glands. This secretion is supposed to protect the skin from frostbite and the cold in general, in addition, it also makes Chiss skin feel so smooth all the time.

You feel overwhelming pride when your daughter calls you Mama for the first time. Same goes for Thrawn when she calls him Ticsi, which means Dad in Cheunh. Alternately she also calls him Titi, the Cheunh version for Dada. You always try not to laugh when she says that…for obvious reasons.

Thrawn will always remember with sadness that he was not there when his daughter took her first steps. But you are there, and you make a holo recording for him to watch. It's still not the same for him though.

Actually you make a lot of holo recordings of your daughter to capture those moments to look back to when the days of babyhood have long passed.

Once your daughter can walk you have a hard time keeping her from running away. She has an independent streak and so much curiosity. She wants to meet everyone on the Chimera and learn how the world works. Thrawn explains to you that most Chiss children are quite independent from a young age. He's worried about her habit of running away though. The Chimera is a warship and not exactly a place where a child should grow up.

Once your daughter is one year old you decide to start working again. You buy a nanny droid to help you out with your kid. You work in your quarters, but this way you have the droid look after your kid so you can focus on your work. The droid prevents her from exploring the ship almost daily.

Your daughter was never one to throw many tantrums, this changes however. She also starts to get a bit destructive. Stuffed animals and pillows become her main victims. Thrawn makes sure to lock away his precious art pieces behind glass so his daughter can't reach them.

You are both worried about her drastic change in behavior. One day you take a walk with her to the bridge to show her where her dad works. Afterwards she is her regular, curious self again for like two days. That's when she starts throwing tantrums again. You figure that she is sick of the confines of your quarters. You change your routine from that point on, taking her on daily walks on the Chimera, showing her around. She may be a toddler, but you have a feeling she understands more than she lets on, you see it in her scarlet eyes. Your daily walks help, and sometimes Thrawn even joins you. The tantrums have stopped altogether.

Chiss children age faster than human children. Your daughter ages like a human though, and for that you’re glad. You think human childhood is short enough as it is.

Thrawn always tells you what a great mother you are. He thinks he's not the best father though, being so busy with his job. His daughter loves him so much, but he wishes he could offer more to the both of you.

You do realize that quite soon your daughter will be every bit as smart as her father. She finds logical solutions to problems that other toddlers her age are not yet capable of finding.

Thrawn tells you how different your daughter is from full-blooded Chiss children. She's just so expressive with her emotions and a real whirlwind. She can be a bit loud and is able to create a mess in ten minutes.

When she's old enough to use a stylus, Thrawn is eager to teach her all about art. Through looking at her doodles he's able to understand her better because toddler language is very limited when it comes to emotions. Kids that age usually don't understand their own emotions that well yet anyway.

Uncle Eli is your daughter’s most favorite person aside from her parents. It's up to you and Eli to explain to Thrawn what certain words in toddler language in Basic mean. Eli also volunteers as a babysitter. Your toddler prefers him over the nanny droid any day.

Instead of date nights you make trips to all kinds of beautiful places together with your daughter. She loves being planetside!

Without telling you, Thrawn uses his generous salary to buy a summer house on a rural planet of a neutral system. It's located at a convenient distance to a small farming village. It's no luxurious villa but a simple cottage. You’re surprised and very grateful. Only very few people know of the cottage. You and your daughter actually spend a lot of time there, and return to the Chimera when the homesickess gets too bad. Thrawn regrets only rarely being able to go with you.

Nothing fills you with more joy than seeing your daughter waddle through the green meadows, exploring the nature around her with the curious eyes only a little child can have.

When you're planetside and Thrawn can't accompany you, he actually feels lonely. He comms you once or twice a day. Deep in his heart he knows you deserve a life away from this warship, to breathe fresh air and feel rays of sunlight on your skin. You know how lonely he feels when you're not around, he doesn't need to tell you. So more often than not you and your daughter return to the Chimera without notifying him in advance. The reunions are always the sweetest.

I will write three of those Family Life headcanons. There will always be a gap of a few years in the timeline between each of them. 💙

Thanks for reading!

#thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #blue man hot #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn headcanon #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn fanfiction #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #star wars #dad thrawn

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leejenowrld · 2 months

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Hello angel face 🎀💐

Hopefully you had a good night rest 🤚

Some more thoughts on our babies :

Y/n starts crying out of nowhere bc she saw Jeno doing the most normal things ever ( like eating, getting ready, watching TV, existing ) and is like " I love you so much " and then gets all emotional

Y/n telling her no no all about the books she is reading exitedly and full of emotions 😭

Y/n wearing some of jeno's sweaters ( I feel like he doesn't have that many, but he has some) resulting in our princess having sweaters paws

Y/n simping over her silly little fictional men

Jeno getting y/n a literal tiara ( rip this headcanon from my cold dead hands 😡✊🤺)

Y/n and jeno low-key loving gossip and gossiping together ( my boos know everything)

💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐

MHUAW MHUAW 💋💋💋💋

~ 🧸

good morning baby!

i did thank you <3 i hope you did too. i’m just feeling such anxiety now cus i have to go to work and ugh i just hate it :( someone kiss me to make me feel better i think i’ll cry if not

i love these random thoughts!! send me more baby <3

oh. yeah. this definitely happens. yn is the emotional one in the relationship, she definitely gets teary a lot and she just sometimes can’t believe how lucky she is?? like she’s living and loving the man of her dreams. she’s the type to hold him close, kiss every inch of his face and just sob about how in love she is and how amazing it feels

yes! jeno does read sometimes, not as much as she does though and they like completely different genres 😭idk if you guys are fully deeping how different they actually are? they have nothing in common. yn will try and make jeno interested in her books and he’s just like… it’s not his style at all lmao

all the sweaters he has is for her! fr! they’re hers. you’re right though, he rather just walk around shirtless or in a tank top rather than sweaters 🥵

she does and jeno just rolls her eyes!! this man thinks he’s better than all the fictional men lmao

oh. he gets her princess dresses, tiaras, princess lingeries… definitely fucked her with the tiara on. he loves calling her “princess” “doll”

yes! they do! yn tells him everything and jeno does the same but they have a limit. it’s mentioned in the first part of ghostin’ but yn and jeno will not air out personal secrets their friends have told them! but they will gossip, lol, jeno is like her little bitch

#🧸anon #fic mfal #fic mfal jeno #fic mfal yn #jeno smut #jeno x reader #nct #nct dream #nct jeno #jeno fluff #nct dream jeno #jeno #nct 127 #jeno imagines #jeno angst #jeno nct #jeno moodboard #lee jeno #jeno icons

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causticjuice · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 10(ish) — Sweat, Armpit

Secondo x AFAB!reader

Notes: The first Kinktober post kinda blew up, which I hadn’t expected. So thank you everyone for the support! I hope everyone who’s here enjoys what else I write this month (and after too)! Okay, so I’m kinda cheating on this one. Since it includes stuff that’s from days 5 and 14, I didn’t have it ready by day 5 and I’m planning to post another one on day 13, I thought it’d be best to do it right in between. This makes a nicer, more even schedule. Anyway, can’t believe that this is my first fic with my dearest Bone Daddy (even though I had him in mind for this and began writing the fic for day 13 multiple months ago, which also includes him). I’m not expecting this to get as much attention as day 6 bc it’s more niche but I’m pretty proud of this one so I hope you give it a chance and someone ends up liking it. If I’m lucky, maybe it gives someone a new kink (the ultimate accomplishment in life).

Tags: SMUT (18+ MDNI), sweat and armpit kink (for real, there’s licking of sweaty hairy man pits), vaginal fingering (there's only like one sentence), p in v sex, unprotected sex, pet play adjacent? (idk, he calls reader 'pet' and reader acts a little feral), overstimulation (just a smidge), it got a little soft at the end oops

Word count: 2.3k

ao3

You’re walking to the abbey gym after a long day of sitting at your desk. Your body aches in all the worst ways and you’re intent on changing that. Despite your tired state, you know that once you get into the rhythm of your workout, you will be able to get out of your head and relieve some tension. You don’t think you’ve ever gone quite so late, usually heading there after office hours. But today you had to stay until such a ridiculous time that the corridors are now completely empty. You don’t see a single soul as you walk. For a second, you are worried that the gym will be closed when you arrive. There isn’t any staff there and you need a keycard to enter, but maybe they cut the power off at a certain time. Either way, you would have to go there to find out, so you prepare yourself for disappointment if the worst case scenario is true.

When you finally arrive at the door, you’re glad to find the entry hall looking the same as always. There is no information that would indicate a closing time, so you proceed with your usual routine. There is no one in the changing room or the main gym area itself, just like in the hallways outside. Once you’re changed and ready to start, you put your earbuds in and play your exercise mix. You let yourself feel the high tempo music, pumping yourself up through the warm up. The feeling of your heart beating, skin heating up, breath quickening, all remind you of how real your body is. An intricate machine with millions of processes going on at every second of your life that all seem to fade into the background when you stay unmoving for hours. All that there is is what’s in front of you and you’re not there. Just thoughts swirling around about whatever it is you’re doing, or supposed to be doing, or something else entirely. But never thoughts of how your back is twisting, or stomach grumbling, or eyes stinging. You can feel your body now, and it is the only thing that matters.

Suddenly, you see something moving out of the corner of your eye. You snap your head in that direction, jumping a little out of fear, but you see it’s only someone entering the gym. It is no other than Papa Emeritus II. Wearing a tank top and shorts in his signature green and black, he looks so different than usual. But certainly not bad. A glance at his arm tattoos causes images to flash in your head. Images of tracing them with your fingers, finding all the details you could in the dim light. You wonder if he remembers. Probably not.

You notice him nod his head to greet you and snap out of your thoughts. You return the gesture and force your gaze away from him. Just don’t stare, look anywhere else, you think to yourself, but your eyes refuse to lock on anything. Instead, you scan everything in your field of vision aimlessly, snapping back to him every second or so. Your eyelids close, you take a few deep breaths to center yourself, and when they open back up, you pick a spot and stare at it.

You keep doing your regular workout but your thoughts and eyes keep drifting to Secondo. His muscles straining, his chest heaving, the beads of sweat running down his forehead. You imagine you’re the reason for those, and not the weights in his hands. Fuck, you were supposed to focus on your body, not his. Stop being such a creep, you idiot. He can definitely tell. Your curiosity wins the battle with your will, though, and you look in his direction once again. And what you see nearly knocks you on your ass. His chest is completely bare, the tank top discarded somewhere to the side. His skin glitters with moisture in between the coarse hair. He seems busy enough that your blatant gawking just might go unnoticed. Unlikely, but possible.

When you’re finally done, you quickly tidy up your space and get back to the changing room. You decide to forgo the shower and plan to take it back in your room, changing into your regular clothes for now. Your only choices are to run away or go back in before Secondo leaves. But you have to come up to him. You don't want him to think you're avoiding him. After all, you're not complete strangers. Maybe you still have a chance with him. You inhale a deep calming breath and stand up to walk back inside.

You take slow steps in his direction, where he is leisurely cleaning up.

"I bet there's usually no one here when you come, right?" you speak loudly to get his attention.

"That is correct," he responds while continuing with his task.

"Sorry to disturb your alone time."

He turns around to face you and steps closer.

"It is no problem. I enjoyed the company."

As he's talking, you inhale his scent, pungent and musky and overwhelming, and you do your best to hide your pleased reaction.

“I am sorry, I smell,” he says, clearly noticing your odd behavior.

“No, no, no! Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me!”

“Oh, you don’t have to be polite.”

“No, really! I mean it,” you exclaim and begin to chew your lip nervously.

“So you like it, then?”

“Huh? Um, I-” you try to stammer out an explanation but hear him chuckle quietly.

“It’s okay. Plenty do,” he takes another step towards you, "So?"

“Uhh, yeah. I guess so,” you reply under your breath, utterly embarrassed by your lack of subtlety.

He hums, sits down at the nearest bench and stretches his arms above his head before resting his hands on his neck.

“Here you go,” his piercing eyes are locked on you as you stand in place, dumbfounded, “Come.”

After a few more moments, you finally walk closer. When you reach the bench, you straddle it so that you are facing his side. He turns his head towards you and nods, giving you his consent. You spend some time there, trying to gather the courage to do what you both know is coming next. No one was ever so comfortable with you about this, or so quick to notice your… predilection.

You finally take the next step and bury your face in his armpit, inhaling deeply. A bolt of arousal shoots through you instantly and you release a loud moan while wrapping your arms around his torso. His wiry hair tickles your cheeks as the intense sharp smell tickles your nostrils.

“Hmm, good pet. Does that smell nice?” he says while caressing the back of your head.

You whine in response and lift up your legs to rest on the other side of the bench, pulling yourself even closer to him. The scent floods your brain with some sort of primal urge that makes you lose any semblance of composure. You’re clinging to him like a baby koala, face squished under his arm. But it’s not enough, you need more. So you break away, only for a second, to immediately plant your tongue on him and drag it up. The salty taste combined with the strong musk is heavenly and makes you moan again, louder as your mouth is open.

“Greedy child. Isn’t it getting a bit dry in there?” he coos.

“Mmhm…” you hum into his skin.

“Then how about we fix that?”

He lowers his arm slowly, letting your head move out of the way, and wraps it around your waist. He lifts you up swiftly and lays you on the mat that’s on the floor, hungry eyes looking into yours. His hands slide down to take off your pants and underwear in one swift motion. His eyes fall on your glistening cunt and his eyebrow rises in curiosity.

“So wet just from sniffing me? Dirty little thing.”

His fingers find your entrance and glide easily over you, lightly rubbing up and down a few times before pressing inside of you. As he’s working you open with one hand, the other is holding him up above your shoulder, letting his aroma periodically reach your nose and excite you further.

“Papa, please, can you-” you whimper in desperation.

“What is it, tesoro?” he tilts his head teasingly.

“I need you, please, fuck me,” you groan impatiently.

“As you wish.”

He gets up onto his knees and pulls down his shorts, letting his erection bounce out. He grips his cock and spreads the gathering bead of precum over his length before lining himself up with your cunt. Once his head pushes past your opening, you gasp at the stretch. You almost forgot how girthy he was. His length is slowly sinking into you, letting you adjust to the impressive size. When he bottoms out, he plants his hands at either side of your head to hold himself up as he begins to lazily roll his hips.

“C’mon, faster, please,” you whine and writhe under him.

“So greedy and impatient. Satana, what a brat.”

He punctuates the last word with a sharp thrust that knocks the air, and the attitude, out of you. You get what you wanted, his cock pounding into you in quick and deep movements. As you start to lose yourself in the feeling of having your cunt thoroughly stuffed over and over, you notice the slick layer of sweat return to his skin. You instinctively pull yourself up by holding onto his back and run your tongue over any hint of moisture you find. He notices you take initiative and rolls over so that you’re now on top, one of his hands resting behind his head as the other grasps your hip.

That animal inside you takes over again and you fuck yourself on him while licking his chest desperately. In your frenzy, you almost miss the shudder when you graze his nipple, but you try to remember that for later. Hopefully there will be a ‘later’. But there are more pressing matters now. You reach your nose and mouth to his armpit, still moving on his lap. The scent has now shifted into a more deep and sweet aroma of sex, the taste remaining sharp on your tongue. All of your senses are overwhelmed by him, you’re filled to the brim with his essence, and just about ready to burst.

You can feel him move his hips up to piston into you while you messily ride his cock. All thoughts are gone from your brain, you’re enveloped by him and you cry out in pleasure when you tumble over the edge. He keeps pumping into you as you writhe on his chest, guiding you through your climax. Once you’re spent and limp, he flips you over and takes charge once again.

“I’m not done with you yet, pet,” he growls and snaps his hips, making you keen from overstimulation.

He’s back to fucking you relentlessly, his thumb traveling to your clit. Once it touches you, you jerk your hips to escape the intense sensation, but he doesn’t move away. He draws tight circles on your clit as he pounds you and it doesn’t take long for you to come a second time. Your walls clenching around him push him into orgasm with you this time and he spills his cum inside of you.

He falls down on top of you and you both stay still for a while, trying to catch your breath. You’re so drained that you nearly fall asleep, completely forgetting that you’re still on the floor of the gym. What snaps you back to reality is the sound of Secondo muttering your name.

“Wait… you remember me?” your eyelids fly open and you turn towards his face in surprise.

“Of course I do, tesoro. That was one of the best nights of my life,” he replies with a fond smile.

“I thought you were too drunk to remember anything at all… But then why didn’t you say anything just now?” you ask, your brows knitting together.

“Because you didn’t. Maybe you had forgotten. Or didn’t want to talk about it,” he says, a bit of anxiety poking through his otherwise steady voice.

“Ha, as if I’d forget something like that! I’m sure that was just another Friday night for you.”

“I assure you, it was not.”

“Can- can we do this again? I mean- not this exactly this but- you know,” you stumble over your words and he chuckles at your awkwardness.

“Yes, I’d be glad to. Now let’s leave before the cleaning ghoul gets here, hm?” he starts to get up as you still lie on the mat.

“So the gym does close at night?”

“Not officially, but they have to clean at some point, no? Here,” he holds his hand out to help you up and you accept it.

After you clean up and part ways, you’re walking back to your room in disbelief of this chance encounter. You had thought that the wild night was nothing special for him, just another Sibling to take for a ride of their lives, never to talk to again. But apparently you were wrong. Maybe there was something there.

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satancopilotsmytardis · 5 months

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Idk if you’ve gotten this but maybe mermaids or sirens?

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Content: Quirk Kink, Tentacle Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Orgasm, Wet & Messy, Anal sex, Double Penetration, Triple Penetration, Subspace, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Humiliation Kink, I fucked around with octopus biology and might have also given a more eel trait or two to help with lubrication… anyway. Tomura accidentally doses Dabi with a neurotoxin, no ill-effects are had and everyone is fine, but I thought I should warn just in case.

The lieutenants’ meeting wraps up without much fanfare and the former members of the MLA file out swiftly, leaving the lot of them alone in the room. As soon as they are, the others are glancing at each other but it ends up being Compress who decides to try,

"Uh, Tomura?"

Duster doesn't even look up from the reports that they'd all given to update him on things he's missed while away with the doctor. "What?" And his voice is definitely shorter than it usually is. Doesn't usually have that tone with any of them anymore, not since the earliest days back in Kamino.

Spinner tries next, "Are you good, man?" And even the gecko sounds nervous and he's usually pretty secure in the fact that he's Tomura's favorite, after himself, so Dabi ends up taking pity on them.

"He's just cranky because he spent all night waterboarding himself in the bathtub."

And that gets the rest of the League looking at him like he's grown another head and his lover glaring at him. "I was not waterboarding myself." He sets aside the papers and runs a hand through his hair, wearing his gloves today because he really is so tired and cranky that his control might not be perfect. "I awakened a new quirk during the last round of treatments that allows me to breathe underwater." He explains tersely. "However, I only can activate it when I'm close to drowning. I was trying to figure out how to turn it on and off more voluntarily so that it won't interfere with my treatments when I go into suspended animation."

"So you... spent the night drowning yourself?"

"Training--"

"Yes." Tomura glares at him. "Cranky." And Dabi is kind of delighting in that. Normally he's the cranky one and Duster delights in teasing him constantly, had definitely been feeling cranky last night when Duster refused to show him his new quirk until he could get it under control, but now he's feeling a little smug. Tomura usually has such meticulous and perfect control, and since this one isn't life threatening, it is kind of funny how annoyed he is about it.

The others are less amused though and there's a beat as they try to come up with solutions of their own to the problem. "Is it a mutation quirk?"

"Yes, heteromorphic."

"Maybe you would be able to use it if you stayed in the water for longer and relaxed?" Compress offers carefully.

"I tried that."

"Huh," Spinner sounds like he's got the best grip on this situation given his own quirk, "Maybe it's because the water isn't deep enough, or because the tub is too sterile. Fish don't like being in little tanks, right? Maybe you can't turn without being stressed because your instincts know that isn't safe."

"Oh!" And Toga sounds excited. "What if we took you somewhere with like a big pool?"

"When did this become a group activity?" Tomura sounds more tired than annoyed now, seeming to resign himself to trying whatever the others offer which means he is very, very frustrated with the outcome of last night's activities.

"We don't have any more meetings this weekend, please?"

Shig sighs, "Fine."

Toga is out of her chair like a shot, racing from the room the room in the next second. They all scatter for the time being, seeing to their own work before she inevitably comes back with whatever solution she's come up with.

It's only a half an hour until she finds each of them, demanding they pack their bags for the weekend.

///

Ending up at a hot spring resort was not what he expected when Toga had run off, didn't even know the PLF owned a resort like this, let alone could clear it out for a weekend for their use exclusively, but what the fucking hell? His life can't get any weirder. The resort has large public pools as well as, he's happy to note, private ones too attached to the nicest rooms, and of course their simpering lackies gave the Grand Commander the best room, which means Dabi gets the best room too. Duster still looks vaguely exasperated with the entire situation, but he also does want to test their theory about the new quirk so after they've all gotten a tour of the facilities, he breaks away to go to the private pool to see if he can manage the change while the rest of them get into swimsuits and head to some of the co-ed public ones.

Dabi is pretty fucking sure Toga was just waiting for an excuse to get them all here because she had readily provided them all with bathing suits. He hates the fact that she'd given Twice a speedo, which the other man was embarrassed about in one breath and boasting about in the next, but unfortunately, her amusement had not wavered or shown mercy and it was that or nothing for the blond man. Whatever, it doesn't end up mattering much once they're all submerged in the dark, steaming water, the mineral scent of it floating from the surface and swirling around them. He's very glad that his seams have healed so much with the Doc's treatments and that he hasn't needed to overwork his quirk in a few months, because his seams are fully closed at the moment which means he can actually enjoy soaking in the pools with them.

They shoot the shit and relax for maybe an hour before Dabi decides to go check on Shig. Just wants to be sure his lover hasn't accidentally boiled the fish parts or drowned himself due to his own stubbornness. The hallways are eerily quiet as he makes his way through them, made for the hushed hum of many guests behind closed doors and for plenty more to be walking through them. But there's none of that now, making the space seem unnaturally still. It sets his nerves slightly on edge as he goes back to their room. He opens the door and doesn't find Shig inside, which means he must be out in the private pool.

This pool, while nowhere near as expansive as the one he'd left the others in, is still large enough that Dabi guesses that all six of them, and probably a few extras, could fit comfortably inside. Surrounded by bamboo and natural rocks to keep it feeling closed in and secure, it's a nice, quiet oasis-- that his lover is also not in. Dabi's about to start trying to figure out where else he could have gone when he sees the water ripple slightly. Hesitantly he moves over to the side of the water, kneeling down. The water is too deep and dark for him to see through, but Dabi tries anyway for a moment before he dips his hand into the pool up to his wrist.

"You down there, Shig?"

There's no reply for a moment. Then there are four fingers trailing lightly over the back of his hand. He flinches slightly, even though he’d been half-expecting it, not being able to see where the touch was coming from is still a little creepy. Gets a gentle, soothing stroke across the back of his knuckles before the fingers curl around his wrist and give a soft, but insistent, tug. Was just supposed to be checking in, maybe bullying Shig to come see the others, but he is curious and if anyone gets to see Duster's new quirk first it should definitely be him.

So he eases into this pool and the hand retreats. Dabi settles against the edge, waiting for his lover to appear. And he doesn't.

"Seriously? You're not like a shark or something, are you?" His breath catches in the back of his throat when Tomura's hands wrap around his thighs, spreading them wider as he pushes the leg of his swim trunks higher, before sharp teeth nip at the inside of his thigh. Dabi lets out a little gasp as a shudder runs through him. Expected he would be getting fucked in this pool as soon as Duster figured out his new quirk, but he didn't think it would be so soon. Really must have been the tub being too small if he'd figured it out in an hour.

Dabi melts against the rocks at his back, spreading his legs a little wider, "Come on, Duster, I want to see."

Doesn't get to immediately. Instead he gets that mouth pressing kisses to his thighs, up over his stomach, head coming high enough that he can sort of see Tomura's white hair drifting beneath the surface of the water. Really, really not expecting for something slick, smooth, and strong to curl around one of his ankles, slithering upwards along his leg too. Tomura keeps him still, which must mean--

"No, you are not a fucking octopus--!" He lets out an extremely unbecoming squeak as a few more of the thick appendages start to move across his body, two more replacing the hands on his thighs, one wrapping around his waist, and one, Dabi whimpers, curling over the front of his swim trunks and doing something. It's like a rippling, squeezing motion as the appendage presses against him, putting a gentle, teasing pressure all along him from root to tip, extending to around his balls as the tentacle presses even more insistently against his crotch. A strange, good sensation that has his breath leaving him in a harsh pant.

Dabi fumbles, reaching beneath the water and managing to find Tomura's hair, tangling a hand in the long locks and giving a little tug. Duster obliges him this time, the movements of all his extra limbs going softer as he brings his head above the water and crowds into Dabi's space. His lover's appearance, from what he can see so far, is mostly unchanged, same pale hair and skin, same scars. The only changes he sees immediately are the gills running up the side of his neck, thin slits that are flushed a darker red on the inside, and slightly mottled with black pigmentation along the edges, and his pupils are now rectangular and horizontal across his iris. Doesn't see his sharper teeth until he opens his mouth,

"And what if I am?" Expression and voice amused and teasing. The tentacles beneath the water stroke, and coil, and curl, moving all across his body, a few of the slick black limbs moving just enough so that the curves of them break the surface of the pool for just long enough for Dabi to catch little flashes of them. Tomura presses in even closer, lips brushing the side of his neck as he murmurs, one hand moving up across his chest as the other curves around the small of his back just above where one of his other appendages is holding him tight. "Would that really make you any less eager for me to touch you, pretty boy?" The tentacle against his crotch shifts and squeezes him again and Dabi lets out another little whimper as his cock starts to harden.

"Tomura," his voice a breathy whine as his lover drags sharp teeth along the side of his throat. Tightens his grip in his hair, other hand curving over his shoulder because he has a feeling he is absolutely going to need something to hold on to if the tentacle prodding at his waistband is any indication of what's to come.

"Do you want to stop, firefly?"

His cheeks go hot. He is pretty fucking sure that he was not this adventurous or this much of a pervert before he started fucking Duster. Unfortunately for his dignity, there's no way he's going to be able to stop thinking bout this possibility if he chickens out now. "Are you going to put me in a schoolgirl outfit and keep fucking me while I cry and beg you to stop?"

"Mm, didn't bring any of your skirts this time, princess," and Dabi walked right into that, face blushing hotly. "But I can make you cry and beg." The tentacles start to ease his trunks off, the one that had been stroking him though the fabric insistently curling around his naked skin. "Work you over until you can't move, and when the others come looking for us, I'll have to tell them you overheated again so you don't embarrass yourself when you can't stand." Dabi's cock twitches and is then engulfed by the tentacle, coiling completely around his length and pressing up beneath him, muscles tightening in a rhythmic pulse that has him moaning loudly and his hips twitching. Which sends fresh pleasure washing through him as grinding down on the bulge of prehensile muscle puts pressure everywhere he wants it. It has him gasping in an instant, cock completely hardening and any apprehension quickly banished from beneath his skin. "You want that, sweet thing?"

He nods, pulling at Tomura's hair, getting his lover to press in for a kiss as his trunks slip completely from his legs. Tomura readily kisses him back, mouth as hot and hungry as his own and filled with sharp, sharp teeth that he's pretty fucking sure octopuses don't have, but Dabi won't complain about that if it means he doesn't have a beak elsewhere. Two of the appendages move to cup his ass and curl up over his back, supporting his weight and lifting him so that he's half out of the water, so that he can see the others as two more slither up his thighs. They are definitely slicker than he even thought they were with the water submerging his body, each one goes from nearly as thick around as his thigh to a tapered point of about two fingers. The underside of each lined with suckers. Dabi cries out when the one around his cock twists, shifting to put those along his length and they start to tighten and release in soft flutters that makes it feel like he has a dozen mouths kissing and sucking along his length.

"Tomura!"

His lover gives a pleased hum and starts to move that one again, mouth sinking back to his throat as his fingers move to tease at the barbells through his nipples. More tentacles-- he must only have eight, right? How can eight be enough to make it feel like they're sliding over every part of him?-- moving to catch his wrists and hold them tight so that all he can do is writhe as his lover does what he wants to him with his new appendages.

The one around his cock moves slowly, but insistently, and Dabi watches as a little further down the length of shiny black muscle, it coils and twists, that bulge working up and along the length until it's meeting where the first loop goes around his cock. Thinks his brain might short circuit slightly as that knot smooths out and in its wake there is a thick pool of slick, viscus liquid that spills over the rest of the tentacle and is quickly worked down over his cock so that every slide, suck, and movement against him is so much messier and feels so much better. Fucking, trust Duster to have a new quirk for an hour and already have figured out how to use it for sex. Should have known breathing would only be one step higher on his list than figuring out how to produce his own fucking lube. And Dabi wants to be annoyed about that, he really does, but the problem is that it feels so good that instead of mocking him or bitching, all he's doing is gasping and moaning, rocking back up into every tight, heady stroke of the tentacle around his cock.

Tomura chuckles against his throat, which must mean he sounds like a desperate whore as he's touched, but he really can't bring himself to care. Must be being loud though because that's usually when his lover pushes fingers into his mouth to muffle his sounds. Doesn't use his fingers today, though. Dabi doesn't even hesitate when the soft black skin rubs against his lower lip, opens his mouth eagerly, and Tomura fills it. The tentacle pushes inside, pushing all the way to the back of his throat roughly enough that it makes even his nearly-dead gag reflex twitch for a second before Dabi is moaning and swallowing. The skin is soft and smooth, filling his mouth completely, the suckers teasing at his tongue like his lover is toying with it, and it tastes... strange. Not bad, not quite like how he expects his Tomura's skin to taste. It has the mineral earthiness of the hot springs that has been a heavy smell in his nose, but there's a different kind of... tang almost. A flavor that he can't quite describe but that has his stretched lips tingling alongside his tongue and every part of his mouth where the tentacle is pressing. Not bad, strange, kind of reminds him of a tingling lube with the coolness of menthol. Numbs his throat and lips just enough for him to not have any qualms about swallowing hard around the appendage until Duster is feeding in another few inches, going deeper into his throat than even his oversized cock usually does, making Dabi's eyes roll back and flutter shut. Oh, he didn't know his throat could feel any fuller than that, but this is good, this is making his head float enough that he's not sure if it's the sensation or the lack of oxygen that's getting to him.

Tomura fucks the tentacle in and out of his throat very gently as his other myriad limbs stroke every place across his skin that feels good, suckers kissing him everywhere. It doesn't matter that every movement against him is slow, everything is so much, and so overwhelming that it has his cock aching for release. Duster doesn't make him wait though, keeps the movements constant, shifting so one of the larger suckers is positioned directly over his head and suckling at it while more kiss along the length of his piercings, the whole tangle of the limb never stopping its serpentine, undulating movements along his shaft, until--

His moan is completely smothered by the tentacle in his mouth as his hips twitch jerkily in his lover's grasp as his balls draw tight and his orgasm overtakes him. Feels like Tomura drags out the waves of pleasure going through him as all of that sensation doesn't stop throughout it, and by the time he's blinking his eyes back open, he only gets a moment to be embarrassed at how obscene his spend looks seeping out of the tight coil of muscle around his cock, before the one in his mouth is kinking a few inches below where it meets his lips. He whimpers around the appendage when he meets Tomura's eyes as the kink works its way higher, but his lover just murmurs,

"I know how much you like to swallow, precious, open wide." As if his mouth could be pressed any wider without tearing him open at the seams. But for as sinister as the words sounded, his lover doesn't force that bulge past his lips, instead just pressing the puddle of slick to his mouth. Fat drops fall down his chin and splash against his chest, but more of it does sneak past his teeth and Dabi sucks and swallows, the fluid thicker and more viscus than any cum he's ever had in his mouth and settling in his stomach with the same tingling sensation as was pressing all along his mouth. When he swallows everything that actually made it to his lips, Duster coos softly at him, pulling the limb from his mouth and gathering him close as he presses kisses to his cheek and temple. "Good boy. Do you still want me to make you cry, baby?" Strokes his hair softly, eyes so sweet and adoring on him. Makes him feel even better and more floaty in the wake of his orgasm.

His tongue feels a little numb, but he manages a nod. Tomura presses another kiss to his cheek before he's moving them through the water. He has enough limbs that he quickly enough has a few of the thick fluffy towels laid out over the carved stones that lead to the lip of the pool, and then he uses his too many limbs to coax Dabi back against those too, lifting himself out of the water once he's settled on his back dazedly. Tomura's body is mostly the same across his torso, though there is another set of gills cut across his sides. The real changes start where his belly button used to be, the skin transitioning into black and staying solid to where the top of his pelvis is before changing into the branching, too many tentacles that are all over him again once he's settled. Two pushing his legs wide, one still playing with his soft, oversensitive cock, another stroking at his seams, his hands running over his skin as well. It's overwhelming and when he tries to reach for Tomura, his wrists are easily bound and pressed back against the ground. Wants him helpless today and for the first time in a long time Dabi feels it as his lover brings one of the tentacles between his legs and starts to prod at his hole.

He lets out a shaky breath as it teases and toys, slick, but not as wet as his fingers usually are-- at least, not at first. Dabi watches as he squeezes the muscles of that tentacle around themselves again, gathering more of his slick and pressing a thick glob of it against his hole, enough that it's dripping down his skin and making him squirm a little as his face goes hotter. The slick makes his hole tingly and sensitive like it did his throat and Dabi can't bite back the little moan that slips out as even just the very tip of the tentacle breaches his rim and pushes a little inside him too. It's smooth and tapered, the suction cups soft enough that all they offer is a slight bumpy texture as Tomura teases him open. He works slowly, eyes dark with his lust, and dragging over every part of him. Loves to work him up, and to make him fall apart over and over again.

He toys and teases at his hole until Dabi is whining and moaning, his cock starting to harden again, and his hips trying to twitch back on the appendage to get it deeper. But as soon as he makes that movement, Dabi knows it was a mistake. Because Tomura's eyes spark, a smile curling slowly over his lips. It's such a pretty smile, soft and sweet. It's the kind of smile that would make anyone else doubt he's a villain. But Dabi knows that smile. Knows its soft, and affectionate, and filled with his joy because he's about to take some fresh sadistic pleasure from his body. He whimpers and that's all the sign that Sir needs before he's pressing the tentacle in, and in, and in.

His hole stretches around it, the taper and viscosity of the slick making it much easier for him to feed it inside of his body. His muscles stretch open around it as it goes deeper, the base much wider than Tomura's cock, and so much longer. He thinks Sir gives him three or four more inches than he usually gets, and that is so deep that Dabi doesn't think he could push any further without carving open a spot all for himself inside of his insides. And he doesn't start to thrust the appendage when he does eventually figure out how to breathe and not tense. Realizes Sir must have wanted him to cum before so he would be too relaxed to be nervous or think about the fact that Tomura probably doesn't have a dick in this form. Maybe. He doesn't know what octopus biology is like. Those thoughts are delirious and fleeting as they flit across his mind, lost quickly enough when Tomura starts to undulate and twist the tentacle inside of him. He feels his hole flutter around him as his insides try to clench down on him as pleasure sparks across his nerves, his cock hardening the rest of the way. Tomura must feel that against him, draws the one inside him out just an inch or two before pushing it so deeply inside again and rubbing more.

Dabi is panting and moaning constantly as his lover sets a rhythm to his movements that slowly has less and less of the tentacle returning to push along his insides on each slow, writhing thrust. Makes him feel so much emptier than when they started and soon enough he's trying to rock his hips back to make him give him more. Forgot the lesson he just learned about trying to get more that Tomura was ready to give him, and is punished for it when the tentacle draws all the way out until only the very tip is rubbing circles around his hole again.

"Not enough, baby boy? You could have just said that you need more in your greedy hole. You know I'll give you anything you want, sweetheart." Knows he's in over his head when there's a second tip pushing against his rim then, and a fresh pulse of slick over and inside his stretched hole. A high wine fills his head as Tomura starts to press both inside, does it even more slowly, slick gushing inside of him and against him to ease the way as he goes, but he pushes them in, and in, and in, until they hit that spot inside of him again where they can't push any further. It takes a really long time for Dabi to realize that whining is coming from him. Takes even longer to notice that his cock hurts because it's so sensitive and softening rapidly in the wake of his second orgasm he didn't even notice approaching, body so lost in the sensation of being this full for the first time in his life, that the pleasure came and went with only the aftershocks making an impression. Tomura keeps his cock encased in his warm, tight muscles, wet from the pool, his slick, and Dabi's cum, but he doesn't torture him, doesn't stroke him or suck at him. Warms his cock the same way Dabi likes to do for him on occasion.

He works the two tentacles inside him even slower and more carefully than he did the first, and Dabi can only lay there, lost in the sensation as his lover touches him everywhere else too as he presses kisses to his cheeks and lips, and strokes his hair.

"You're doing such a good job, precious. You're taking me so deep, so proud of you, baby boy."

Dabi embarrasses himself by mewling, his insides trembling at the words. Always wants to be good for Sir. Wants to make Tomura proud.

"Do you think you can do even better? Do you want to take my cock too, firefly?"

He whimpers, thought that Sir might not have his cock in this form. Doesn't know how he could possibly take anything else, he's so full already but... but he wants to be good. Wants to make sure that Tomura feels good too. His whole body is shaking but he still manages a little nod. Tomura gives him a soft kiss.

"You know what to do if it's too much?" Another little nod, "Show me." And even with his wrists held in place, he can still snap his fingers. "Perfect, sweetheart." Then his focus shifts, the tentacles pulling slowly out of him, but the tips are more insistent around his rim, keeping him open, stretched. Dabi's face goes so hot when he feels how far he's spread and how the cooler air feels against his gaping hole as the tips of his tentacles tease him and keep him open.

He expects to get Tomura's cock, doesn't expect a new tentacle to come slithering out from beneath the tangle of the others, this one stark white and shaped a little differently than the others, the suckers starting a few inches down from the almost spoon-like spaded head. But it's just as mobile as the others as it crawls up his thigh as the two that were already inside him ooze a little more of their slick into and around his hole, before Sir's cock is pressing inside. Dabi moans, voice raw with the sound, as Tomura immediately pushes in and reaches, crooking to rub against his prostate, the strange shape of his had almost cupping it as it rubs and presses and makes his whole body loose and tingly with fresh pleasure.

Only gets that for a few strokes before the tips of both the other tentacles are sneaking in alongside his cock. Pull out almost all the way each time, but they do push in a little further each time they re-enter him, and soon Dabi is whimpering and trying not to squirm, as he becomes so full that he's surprised there's even room for air in his lungs. He has never been this full before. Pressure across every single nerve ending inside his hole, at his stretched rim, warm, slick, tight pressure around his cock. It's all so much. It's too much. Dabi doesn't know how he can even survive every sensation that is wracking his body.

"Fuck, you feel so good baby," Tomura's praise makes him float even higher. "Didn't know you could be any cuter, but you're so pretty all blissed out of your mind. Have I finally found something that's enough for my needy size queen?"

"Sir," his voice is so thin, and it was so hard to even get just that one word out of him, that Dabi doesn't even bother to try for another.

"Stuffed you so full, haven't I?" Rhetorical, as he starts to move the members inside of him. Dabi's vision bursts with black and spots of white as that whining starts again. But if it was rhetorical, why is one of the other tentacles lifting his wrist from the stones. Tomura catches his hand with one of his own and brings it to his lower stomach, "There, precious, can you feel that?"

Dabi's brain short-circuits. He has a flat stomach, never been able to put on much weight with his quirk, hadn't noticed anything strange before, but he can feel it now. That there's a pressure here too. Can't feel the tentacles moving from the outside, can't see them. But he's so full that just putting his hand here is such a strong sensation of added pressure that it has his breath catching in the back of his throat. Tomura chooses that moment to press a sucker to his prostate, and his breath breaks on the hitch of a sob. Oh. Tomura promised to make him cry. The tears fall fat and heavy as new pleasure overwhelms his body. He sobs and moans as Sir fucks him so slowly, and strangely, on his new appendages, the one around his cock squeezing and coaxing until he's hard again even though his body doesn't feel like it has anything else to give.

"Oh, firefly, you feel so good," Tomura moans softly against his neck, the tentacles around his limbs tightening as he starts to move a little faster. Dabi's insides twitch and flutter around him, his muscles liquid from how stretched they gone. "Fuck, baby," and he laces together some of their fingers where he's holding Dabi's hand against his stomach. Dabi has no idea how long Tomura has even been inside of him, but he knows that, knows that means that he's close and there's no way that he'll be able to take any more.

No sound comes out of him even as his mouth opens around a keen when Tomura starts to cum. His insides are even fuller, even wetter, as he does, because he's cumming in the same thick spurts as he was able to gather his slick. And he doesn't stop, Even his lover seems a little surprised, making a soft sound in the back of his throat as he rubs his tentacles inside of him as he keeps cumming. When they both realize that he's still got the same control over his cock as he did before even as he pumps Dabi fuller and fuller. He keeps moving them the way he was before, each one only serving to send more and more of his cum pouring out of Dabi's stretched, puffy hole.

He thinks he might completely lose his mind then, just floats so high as his lover keeps using his body, that he can't even tell up from down, that he doesn't even know when Tomura stops cumming. All he knows when his other hand eventually touches his cheek and that he's so sticky with his bloody tears. Dabi blinks deliriously up at him and Sir's eyes are so warm, and a little alien with their strange pupils.

"There you are, darling, thought you passed out for a bit." He might have, he really, really might have because the sky past Tomura's shoulder seems darker than it did when he first laid him down.

The tentacle around his cock tightens and strokes him again, the suckers starting to toy with his ladder and Dabi manages to cry out then. Makes everything more when that also has him tightening his muscles, which tells him he is still full and soaked around the appendages inside him. He shakes his head desperately, tongue too heavy to find his words.

"You can do it, sweetheart, just one more time for me." Words gentle and encouraging as the coils shift so that he can stroke along Dabi's cock like he would with his hand. Lets him see his flushed head peeking through the coils as he moves and moves, Tomura's cock shifting so that the strange head can cup his prostate again and rub and stroke there too. Dabi feels more of his cum ooze out of his hole and whimpers. Those warm eyes spark a little, and Tomura smiles that dangerous smile again. The two other tentacles draw a little further back too, making the stretch a little less, "Won't it feel so good to just let go, baby boy?" And then Tomura presses their joined hands a little harder against his lower abdomen.

Dabi doesn't know if he's ever felt more humiliated than he does at the way he moans when the external pressure has Sir's cum pouring out of him, so wet that he feels it absolutely soaking his thighs, the towel, making a puddle beneath him and it still doesn't stop. He gives another hard sob as his cock twitches, somehow his body betraying him even more when his orgasm washes through him again, but is dry. Barely manages a single drop of cum and Tomura coos at him.

"Oh, precious," Before leaning in to kiss him and lick away the blood on his cheeks as he pulls his tentacles all the way out of him and pushes a little harder on his stomach.

Dabi might actually pass out as the cum spills out of his gaping hole.

///

Absolutely fucking passed out, he realizes when he wakes up an unknown amount of time later clean, dressed in his pajamas, and tucked into the lavish too-big bed. His stomach twists a little, his mouth feels dry, and his limbs are very heavy, but not hurting. Might not be hurting though because Dabi's practically numb from the hips to his knees. Feels the echoes of an ache, like how it does when he has Tomura fuck him with his cock and a strap at the same time, but the tentacles were a lot more than that. He should really be hurting more he thinks. He tries to push himself up a little and he immediately hears movement in the dim room.

"There you are, firefly." Tomura sits on the edge of the bed, turning the lamp light up to a higher setting. "How are you feeling?"

His throat is thick and a little raw, "Like you fucked me six ways from Sunday. Fuck, what time is it?"

"Late, baby." Tomura reaches for a pill bottle and a glass of water by the nightstand. Dabi doesn't need to be told, takes the offered pills and gulps down the water. Duster refills the glass for him and when Dabi has finished that one and set it aside he catches his lover's sleeve and pulls at him. Tomura doesn't protest, climbing into bed with him and wrapping him up in his arms. Dabi tucks his face against his chest, still exhausted. "Did such a good job pretty boy, so perfect for me, so proud of you." Words pressed to the crown of his head alongside soft kisses as Tomura strokes along his back. Turns him back into a puddle immediately. "Love you so much, firefly."

"Love you," but his words are slurred and sleepy already. Barely manages to stay awake long enough to realize that his lover's libs are back to normal before he's out again.

///

He is, decidedly, a lot more sore when he wakes up the next morning.

"Yeah, the neurotoxin must have worn off, here, you can have another dose of pain killers."

"Neurotoxin?"

"It's just a mild one, Ujiko tested it, I didn't think it did anything unless it was more concentrated, but you said you couldn't feel your lips last night." He doesn't even remember that conversation. Doesn't know if he's ever been that high in his subspace. "Do you feel alright otherwise?"

He considers, "Yeah, I'm fine, Shig." Though his stomach protests with a loud growl. Makes his lover smile at him indulgently, and Dabi flicks him off. "Shut up."

But they put on their robes and slippers and go to the private dining room that they were told would be set up for the League's use. He does not limp, no matter what that smug look his lover keeps giving him might say. They can hear the others through the door and they are all very pleasant when they greet them. Small talk, food, some work stuff, and Toga demanding that Tomura show them his new quirk if he's gotten it working. Shig agrees easily enough, and by the time they're done eating, have put their bathing suits back on, and reconvened back at the co-ed pool, Dabi is feeling mostly normal, though he's still a little sore and definitely not ever going to be able to look at takoyaki the same way again.

Tomura gets into the pool and disappears beneath the water for a moment. When his head pops back out of the water he's blinking, his pupils horizontal once more and the gills on his neck twitching, opening wide before he gives one soft cough before he's turning his attention back to them. He moves a few of the tentacles out of the water and Dabi doesn't think he or Tomura were expecting for Twice, Toga, and Spinner to all burst into laughter.

"Oh my fucking god, you were right! How did you know?" Toga is wheezing she's laughing so hard.

Spinner is trying to gasp for breath as he chokes out, "Only blow us off for sex. It either it worked and made them insanely horny or it didn't and sex was the consolation prize."

"But tentacles? How scandalous!"

"What other sea creature do you think Dabi would fuck?"

"I am going to burn you alive!" Means it too, his hands lighting up as he lunges for them, his face burning with his shame. Barely gets a step towards them though before slick coils of tentacles are catching him around his legs and his middle. And then gravity is gone as he's pulled from his feet. The hot spring water rushes over him as Tomura pulls him into the pool, dragging him in close so that his back is locked against the other man's chest, holding him in place with an arm as his extra limbs dart out to catch Toga, Twice, and Spinner before they can run out of his range. He drags the three of them in as well, making three loud splashes.

Dabi swears that he hears Compress mutter, "Children," as he gets into the pool more leisurely. He doesn't give a shit about being mature, he has a lizard to drown.

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