I'm not quite sure I can pinpoint when it started but I've been having a bit of trouble with my motivation to write. At first I just assumed that it was due to my full-time job and just not having the mental energy to put towards writing.

Although, I did find out halfway through the year that I actually have adhd so not only does my anxiety and depression cause me to have issues with focusing, my adhd does as well...

Which totally tracks as to why the end of high school (and during college as well) we're pretty rough...

But I'm currently working with my doctor to find the right medication to help balance my adhd so that could also be affecting my motivation to write. I've also been having a bit of a problem with my creativity. Coming up with ideas to write about has been difficult. Which could be answered by the fact that I work in the creative field for 8 hours a day and by the end I'm just mentally exhausted. Especially with my new medication because of the drop you get when it begins to wear off.

I'm also dealing with other factors within my life right now that aren't directly just my mental health. The main thing being that my grandfather has been in and out of the hospital for the majority of the year. He was admitted again before Thanksgiving and has since been placed into a care facility that he's been to before. We learned that his heart is working at only 25% and that one of the arteries or valves (I can't remember) has calcified (hardened) and isn't working which causes the rest of the heart to work even harder. He's on medication for it and eventually will have a procedure, but it's his call as to whether he wants it and he's on the fence about it.

The part that has been taking a toll on me is accepting what's going on. I feel as though I should feel more empathetic about what's currently happening. That I should feel sad and worried that this may be the end and that he could pass within the next couple months.

Except, instead, I almost feel a sense of relief because I know he's been a big stress factor over my father and my aunt because they've been having to go and take care of my grandfather, who can be an asshole to them. I feel guilty because for the last few years, I talk back to him because no one else really does. I give him a piece of my mind when he makes a snide comment about my grandmother, but she's deaf and can't understand him when he yells so I defend her. While, yes I feel guilty, I know I shouldn't because that's just who he is. He's always been this way...

Anyway. Enough with that.

The weather outside was similar to the day you were taken away from your home. As a way to bring peace between your people and the Vikings, your father chose to use you as the bargaining chip. Willing to give you away to the King of the Vikings. However, your father went back on his word and betrayed the Vikings and within two nights during a horrendous snow squall, your town was raided by the Vikings and you were taken as their prize. You were surprised that the King kept you alive for you were certain that he would assume you would betray him just as your father had. Ever since you stepped foot into the Viking town, the stares you received were uncomfortable and not knowing how to communicate with anyone made you feel alone and scared. That brings about how you remain here, studying the culture and language of the people with whom you’ve come to live with, in hopes that you can gain their trust. 

A strong gust of the icy air flooded the room causing you to shiver and curl into the heavy wool cape that Kentaro lets you use when he is away for long periods of time. You’ve grown fond of him as time has passed. He tries his best to show you that he cares, even if vocally the two of you can’t understand each other very well. There are many times after coming back from raids that Kentaro comes home to you bearing gifts. Whether it be jewelry or fine cloth, he brings it to you with a bright gleam in his eyes shining bright, contrasting against his stoic-looking face. Which you’ve come to learn isn’t actually as scary as you once thought. He just doesn’t express his emotions as much as others, but there’s sometimes a hint of a smirk or smile tugging at the corners of his lips during the times he returns to you. 

From where you sit near the roaring fire, you look towards the window to find the light of the day was fading. Kentaro and the others who left for the raid the other day were supposed to arrive any day now. You prayed to the gods that they were safe and keeping warm during this storm if they happened to get caught in it. Focusing back on the manuscripts that lay in front of you, you stayed up a while longer in hopes that maybe the storm will die down and the raiding party would arrive. Although when the winds began to cease and the snow that fell became peaceful, the party didn’t return. With a yawn you arranged your papers into neat piles for the following day before making your way to the bed, feeling a bit somber that you’d be sleeping alone again. Getting under the covers you threw Kentaro’s cape over you for extra warmth and to feel as though he was with you while you prayed for his and the other’s safe return. 

When morning comes you’re woken by the birds chirping and the bright sunlight shining in through the window. You let out a tired groan as you stretch your limbs, slowly getting out of bed to get yourself ready. Normally you’d be prepared for when the raiding party was to arrive to greet Kentaro home and since the raiding party is expected to return any time now you needed to get dressed to leave the warm solace of your home. Once ready you headed for the door, grabbing Kentaro’s heavy cape to drape over your shoulders before stepping out into the chilly morning air. You were careful as you walked down the hill your home sat upon, not wanting to make a fool of yourself by slipping in the snow and tumbling the rest of the way into the center of the town. Stepping foot on the level ground within the center of town you noticed a few people out doing their usual routines. When they would look at you, if they wanted to acknowledge your presence, you would wave to them… although you never seem to get any response back. If it were one of the children within the town they would give you a toothy grin, but it would be wiped away from their parents who usher them away as they give you the stink eye. You’re not too sure why the people of the town don’t seem to like you. If it was due to your father’s betrayal you could understand their reasons. Not wanting to get close to someone who might just go and betray the clan. It’s why you never understood why Kentaro kept you around. 

Through your muddled thoughts, you made your way to the docks. Heading towards the stack of wooden boxes off to the side, brushing off as much snow as you could before taking a seat to wait for the boat to arrive. Sitting alone allowed for your thoughts to wander once more, completely zoning out and unaware of your surroundings. That was until a large furry head rested itself on your knee, shocking you back to your senses. In front of you was Khan, one of the wolves trained by the clan to fight alongside them in any of their battles. He was owned by one of the better fighters within the clan, Hajime, who Kentaro entrusted to watch over the town and you while he and the others were away. As you began to scratch behind Khan’s ears, you looked around in search of Hajime finding him a little away talking with a farmer of the town. You were thankful for at least one person and his wolf for trusting you other than Kentaro, but it wasn’t really enough to relax you. As you look out over the waterway, you thought about how you sometimes were thankful you couldn’t understand their language quite yet as you wouldn’t be able to understand any rumors that the townspeople may have created of you. Ignorance is bliss, right?

A distant howl was heard through the gentle breeze. Khan’s ears perked up as he turned his head toward the water before answering with his own tune. Off in the distance, you could see the hazy silhouette of a boat and its sail. The howl of multiple wolves echoed in the distance to which Khan eagerly returned as he made his way down the dock. The sound of snow crunching behind you alerted you of someone’s approach. Looking back, Hajime had now joined you, giving you a small nod in greeting to which you returned with your own. He then went down and joined Khan to greet the others and help them secure the boat. You watched as Juno, Kentaro’s wolf, jumped out and greeted Khan before dashing over to you. Hopping off the box you were perched upon, you happily greeted the creature. Heavy footfalls made their way toward you, earning both your and Juno’s attention. Seeing Kentaro in front of you made you quickly stand, brushing the snow off your clothes before greeting him. 

“Welcome home,” you say in his language, nervous as you wanted it to sound correct. 

Kentaro’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise, warming you with relief. Even if you may not have pronunciations down, the effort was still enough to cause pride to swell within him. You could see the hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he brought a hand to the small of your back to guide you along with him. Once in motion, Juno stood up and began trotting ahead of the two of you. A voice yelled from behind the two of you. Turning around, some of the men yelled something to Kentaro which earned a sigh from him. 

“Head on up,” he said, “I’ll be right there.”

Catching several of the words, you nodded in understanding before turning towards Juno to walk with the wolf back to the cabin. Lifting your eyes from the snowy ground, your gaze caught those of two townspeople. Narrowing their eyes as you looked at them, their mouths moving as they spoke to one another as they eyed you up and down. While you broke eye contact to continue on your way, Juno sensed your distress and saw where you were looking. Hearing a low growl emit from the white wolf caused you to stop in your tracks.

"Juno! Come!" You demanded, speaking in the language she would understand and catching the attention of others in the vicinity. 

Juno stopped growling, her eyes boring into the two people before trotting after you. As you arrived back at your home, you began to prepare the fire. Juno follows on your heel around the cabin making you stumble every so often. With a sigh, you head to the kitchen area and grab a small piece of meat. Giving it to her she happily accepted it and trotted over to her corner of the house, allowing you to continue with the fire so you could start preparing food. The sound of the door flying open startled you, followed shortly after by a thud which you learned, after going to investigate, was a crate that Kentaro had carried into the cabin. Going back to working on the meal, you were spooked again when an arm wrapped around you from behind. 

"What happened?" Kentaro asked in a low voice.

You looked up to him, feigning confusion, even though you understood what he asked.

"What do you-"

"What made Juno angry?" He asked, cutting your question off.

Knitting your brows together, you looked back at the food.

"Nothing," you sighed, "Don't worry."

A hand gently took your chin and turned your face to look at him. 

"Tell me," he instructed, but his voice was soft and kind.

You closed your eyes with a sigh. 

"It's- I-," you bite the inside of your cheek as your voice gets caught in your throat. 

Your thoughts are running wild, unsure of how to explain what you're feeling, and not knowing the correct translations of some words wasn't helping your racing mind. Tears began to slip down your cheeks which were quickly wiped away by Kentaro.

"I don't feel welcomed here," you manage to say quietly.

Your words clicked in Kentaro’s mind, allowing him to connect the dots. He’s seen the looks you receive from those in town and he hoped that the longer you were here and your determination of learning their language and culture would prove to the townspeople that you were to be trusted. Even though you’ve been here for months, the betrayal of your father was something that the others had a hard time forgiving even though you weren’t him. Kentaro led you to the table, sitting down in the chair before pulling you into his lap. His hand ran up and down your back as you cried into his neck. 

“Why do you keep me here?” You ask.

A second went by before you felt him tense up, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. He shifted a bit in the chair allowing him to get to a pouch on his hip, pulling a necklace out of it. You let him drape it over your neck before looking down at it, turning the pendant in your fingers as you inspect it. It was a wolf face carved into a piece of wood, a wolf obviously being a symbol of the clan. You noticed symbols etched into the side, but you weren’t sure what they meant. Kentaro knew you wouldn’t, however, he knew in time that you’d understand them in the future. 

“You belong here,” he answered, lifting your chin for you to look at him, “with me.”

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A whine escapes you as Kiri’s hands continue to grope your bare breasts. Your back was flush against his chest, both of your shirts having been discarded prior to him pulling you into the bed with him. You were nestled between his large, muscular legs causing you to feel much smaller in comparison. Pleasant shivers run down your spine as his breath tickles your ear, an occasional nip against the shell of your ear eliciting a soft gasp from you. 

“Eiji, please,” you moan softly when he gently teases your nipples again, paying them extra attention for the last several minutes… but you really needed him elsewhere.

“Please what, baby,” he mutters, his one hand leaving your chest to turn your face to look at him, “You gotta tell me what you want me to do.”

As best as you could in this position, you buried your face into his neck as you felt your cheeks flush from his words. Taking his hand that was still holding your chin, you led him to where you really needed him. A quiet groan leaves him when he feels how soaked your panties are. 

“Please,” you whimpered into his neck as you pushed his fingers further against the damp material. 

With a gentle kiss on the top of your head, he indulged you. His hand pushed your legs open a bit more to give him more room. Tracing his fingertips against your thighs towards where you needed him, causing you to shiver from the anticipation. Kiri pulls the material to the side, careful of letting himself touch where you wanted him yet. His other hand trailed down your abdomen before finally, his fingers slipped between your folds and over your sensitive bud. A breathy moan escaped you as your legs tried to close around his hands, your body curling in on itself slightly causing him to chuckle. Kiri gently pries your legs apart before hooking your leg over his own, keeping you from closing them again. His fingers then begin to draw languid circles against your clit making your jaw drop as you let out soft moans. Your breaths were quick and your body would give in to the jolts of pleasure Kiri’s ministrations were giving you, but you needed more as just this alone wasn’t going to be enough to give you the release you were craving. 

“F-Faster,” you stammered, “please…”

Pressing a kiss to your head once more, Kiri added more pressure as he began to draw quick, tight circles against your clit before diving down to your entrance to gain more slick and coming back up again to continue his quick movements. The added pressure along with his faster pace and wetness had you crying out. Your body writhed against him as your hand grabbed the top of his thigh to try and ground yourself. Kiri couldn’t help but smile as he watched your body react to the pleasure he was giving you. 

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered into your hair, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

It didn’t take much longer after his words for you to let go. The coil in your stomach snapped as you loudly moaned out his name. Your body shook and twitched as he continued to draw those tight circles against your clit before changing back to the slow, languid pace. Eventually, he comes to a stop, allowing you time to catch your breath. Removing his fingers from between your folds to his lips to lick them clean, his other hand places your panties back over your messy cunt before running his fingers up and down your sides. 

“Think you can keep going?” he asks quietly, pulling you closer to him so he could kiss your forehead. 

“Please,” you sigh as you look up at him.

A smile pulls at his lips before he leans forward to kiss you. It was slow, soft, and loving as he moved you into his arms so he could get up off the bed. Breaking the kiss so he could lift your hips to slip your panties off before hooking your legs over both of his thighs, making sure that you stay open for him. His heels dug into the mattress slightly, causing your legs to fold closer towards you. Your breathing picked up as you felt his lips against your neck while you watch his one hand gently slide down your stomach before delving back between your folds. His fingers lightly grazed over your clit, earning a quiet gasp from you, before two of his digits slip inside aided by your slick of your previous orgasm. Your head fell back against his shoulder as a soft moan escaped you, eyes fluttering closed.

“That’s it,” you heard him mumble against the skin along your neck. 

Slowly, he began to pull his fingers out before sinking them back in, curling them to ensure he hits your g-spot. Your body was practically melting into him, even with his slow movements you still felt you were in heaven as pleasure washed over your body from his ministrations. 

“Need more, sweetheart?” he questioned, his voice rumbling in his chest. 

Opening your eyes you look up at him with a pleading look, nodding your head not trusting your voice. With a gentle kiss on your temple, Kiri’s other hand slid down to join the other. The calloused pad of his fingertips grazed over your clit as he resumed his languid circles from before. Your breathing shuddered at the added stimulation, your hand reaching up into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Oohh,” you whimpered softly, “M-More! Eiji please!”

Smiling against your shoulder he increased the pressure on your clit. He began to draw quick, tight circles against your clit once again as he picked up the pace of his fingers as they continued to drive into you. The increase in pleasure caused your body to jolt in Kiri’s hold. Your moans became louder as you felt the familiar sensation growing in your abdomen… but it was much more intense than before. 

“F-Fuck,” you whimpered, “Eiji! Oh, fuck! Fuck! T-Too much! I’m-”

You cut yourself off with a whine. Too embarrassed to admit what his actions were about to make you do. Although, being with you for so long Kirishima knew what he was doing and knew what you were trying to warn him of.

“Yea? Feel good, baby? Gonna make a mess for me?” he whispered into your ear, earning a frantic nod from you, “Go ahead, cum for me.”

Your body convulsed immediately at his command. A harsh moan escaped you as you cursed out into the air. As your walls clenched tightly around Kiri’s fingers, he groaned as he watched you make a mess of his hand and the sheets below. He removed his fingers from your clit as he slowed the pace of the others, fingering you through your orgasm till his movements came to a halt. You bury your face into his neck as he carefully removes his fingers from you lifting them up to his mouth to taste you, but your hand gently wraps around his wrist to guide his fingers into your own mouth. The sight of you sucking on his fingers as you look up at him with half-lidded eyes makes him groan, his cock twitching in his boxers against your back. 

“Fuuuck, baby,” he moans softly, removing his fingers from your mouth to replace them with his lips. 

The kiss was a hungry one, he still kept it slow so as not to overwhelm you. You could tell through the kiss that he needed you and that tonight was not yet over even with your legs already feeling like jelly after your two orgasms. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Kiri begins to unhook your legs from his thighs. Carefully scooping you up in his arms so he could get off the bed. Setting you down gently, he goes to take off his boxers revealing his cock which was red and very hard from being neglected. You reach out to take him in your hand, but he was quick to take your wrist in his hand. 

“No no, not this time,” he answered as he got back in bed with you, “I need to be inside you. I can’t wait any longer.”

Wrapping his arms around you, he turns you to face him as he helps you straddle him. You bit your lip in anticipation as you felt his tip graze your folds. He kept a hand on your hip to keep you steady as he got situated before his attention focused back on you. His free hand cupped your cheek and led you in for a kiss.

“Ready?” he asked, wanting to make sure you were okay with this.

“Yes,” you mumbled against his lips.

He helped ease you down, resting his forehead against yours as you slowly sank onto him. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, a gasp escaping you as you felt every ridge and vein of his cock as he slips inside you. Once he’s fully sheathed he gives you a few moments to adjust. His lips then began to trail down your neck as he starts to move his hips up into you, keeping a slow and steady pace as he relished the feeling of being inside of you. He held you tight against him as he kissed down from your collarbone to your chest, littering your skin with little marks. One arm was wrapped around your waist as his hand gripped your hip while the other had his hand between your shoulder blades, keeping your body upright. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he mumbled against your skin before looking up at you, “Taking me so well, baby…”

To him, you looked ethereal as you looked down at him. Your eyes glazed over from the pleasure but still held all the love you had for him while your jaw was slack, a bit of drool collecting at the corner of your lips. Soft, breathy moans were all that escaped you before his hand on your upper back, slid up to the nape of your neck to pull you in for a slow and passionate kiss. One that grew sloppy before he began to quickly rut his hips up into you. Breaking the kiss with a gasp, your head lolls back as your eyes flutter shut. Your moans increased in pitch as he continued pistoning his hips faster into yours. 

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You cried out as his cock continually hit that sensitive, spongey spot inside you. 

Your arms wrap around Kirishima’s head, pulling him into your chest as you now bury your face into his hair. He could tell you were getting close. Your walls were fluttering around him as your body was writhing against him. 

“C’mon baby,” he encouraged, lifting his head so the two of you rested your foreheads against each other once more, “need a little more?” 

Your eyes were scrunched shut as you nodded your answer. Biting his lip, Kiri brought one hand down over your stomach allowing his thumb to dive between your folds and begin rubbing tight, quick circles over your clit. He watched your face as your brows knitted together from the pleasure, a heavenly moan escaping you as he pulled yet another orgasm from you. Your walls clamping down on his cock causing the pace of his hips to falter as he chases his own high. Burying his face into your neck, he pushes your hips flush against his as he finally stills, painting your insides white with a loud grunt against your skin. The two of you held each other close as you came down from your highs. Bare chests heaving against each other as you caught your breaths. He began to trace his fingertips lightly up and down your spine, nuzzling his face against yours eliciting a smile from you.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“Love you too.”

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It’s been a while since you and your friends have gotten together. With being adults and having busy schedules within each of your lives, finding a day where everyone was available proved extremely difficult for the whole group to meet up. However, tonight was a rarity where everyone was able to make it and what better way than to meet up after an MSBY game where Atsumu could actually come along with you and your friends to the bar after, but of course Hinata and Bokuto insisted they had to come too. You and the others agreed not wanting them to feel too left out. As everyone was catching up with one another, the common conclusion between everyone was that these past few weeks were hell and that the drinks tonight were very much needed. One friend raised their glass, toasting to the win as well as to a “hopeful” non-stressful weeks ahead.

After some time you excuse yourself from everyone to get yourself another drink. As you wait for your order you notice out of the corner of your eye that someone walks up to the bar next to you.

“Two shots please,” the man next to you announced, loud enough for one of the bartenders to hear. 

You paid him no mind as you waited. Assuming he was just getting his shots and then going to leave. That was until once he got his order that he slide the one in front of you. Deciding to give him your attention, you looked at the shot before glancing at him with a confused expression. 

“What? Can’t a man give a shot to someone as attractive as yourself?” he asked, only to earn an eye roll from you. 

“I’m not here to flirt with anyone,” you plainly state. 

When the bartender placed your order in front of you, you looked to them with a small smile as you said thank you. Quickly picking it up before leaving the man at the bar to go back to your friends. You walked up behind Atsumu, softly placing your hand on his back to let him know you were there before stepping in next to him. Your action gained his attention, causing him to lean over to you.

“Everythin alright?” he asked quietly, low enough not to draw too much attention from the others. 

“Yea,” you sigh before biting the inside of your cheek, “c-can I hold your hand?” 

You glance up at him, his expression was a bit confused at first before he took a glance over towards the bar. The confusion was quickly replaced with a darker look, but it wasn’t anger. Instead of holding your hand, you’re instead pulled into him. A sturdy arm wrapped around behind you with his hand resting against your waist. 

“He didn’t do anythin, right?” He questioned, his voice rumbling in your ear with it against his chest.

You shook your head and you could feel his muscles relax around you. 

“He tried to shoot his shot, but I shut him down quick,” you answered, receiving a chuckle in response.

“Good,” he mumbled, “because I’m much better lookin then him anyway.”

©2022 SUNGLOWES | do not repost, copy, edit, translate, or claim as your own. just don’t plagiarize it’s seriously not that difficult to understand.