Crow

Katsuki paces around the one bedroom apartment he rents in downtown Musutafu. His skin is tingling. Every nerve he has burns like it's been set on fire, needing some sort of touch to soothe it. His cock aches between his legs, hard and leaking against the side of his thigh. Katsuki grits his teeth, running his hands over his hair and then letting his palms slide down the sides of his exposed biceps. 

Sweat collects on his skin, the kind that comes from desperation or maybe a fever, and he feels it on his palms when he lets them drop to his sides and clenches his fists. Fuck, he can't believe he got hit with a non-fatal quirk and had to be sent home. It's humiliating. What's worse is that it hasn't worn off yet, rendering him completely useless. 

He sits on his couch, his legs spread wide, and leans back against the couch cushions, wincing as he reaches to unbutton his pants. He's never been this sensitive in his life and it almost hurts to grab his cock and pull it from his pants. Katsuki watches it twitch for a moment, rigid between his legs and leaking pre-cum from its angry tip. He doesn't even have to think about anything in particular, he's just turned on. Unbearably so. 

Katsuki wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks upward once, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at his own sensitivity. Then, the desperation sets in fully and he squeezes the head of his cock with a wince and a low groan before beginning to slide his hand up and down. He pauses to spit into his palm, desperate for some sort of relief from the tension weaving its way through his body, his hand moving faster and fast over this dick. Katsuki only pauses when he touches his overly sensitive head, swallowing down an audible moan as he moves his hips to desperately fuck his fist. 

He tries not to think of the humiliation in this, instead focusing on chasing a high that seems to get farther and farther. He stays like this for a while, desperately fucking his fist with low groans and whines. His face is completely flushed, sweat beading on his brow and forehead, covering every inch of his skin with a pathetic, glowing sheen. God, he's almost fucking angry. The frustration, the sheer desperation for release, is making it difficult to control his temper and he knots his free hand into the soft pillow beside him, raising it to his face and using it to cover his head so he can be a little louder. 

He's desperately humping his fist when his doorbell rings. At first, it's only once and Katsuki thinks he can ignore it, but then it comes again, five more times and consistently more aggressive. 

"Katsuki?" your voice calls through the wood paneling of his door. "I heard you got hit with a quirk and sent home. Let me in." 

He furrows his eyebrows at the irony of the last person in the world he wants to encounter at a time like this. Pretty, quirkless, you. His long time friend and recent dispatcher at his agency. Someone he secretly wants to fuck even without the aphrodisiac quirk floating through his bloodstream. You really get under his skin. You’re exactly his type, right down to that annoying little attitude of yours that drives Katsuki insane. Of course, he's always respected your friendship a little too much to do anything about it, but tonight, he doesn't think he'll be able to and he sits in silence with his lip caught between his teeth while he fucks his fists and hopes you'll go away. 

"I know you're in there," you call again. "I can see the light on." 

You bang three times on the door and then ring the doorbell again, pushy and insistent the way you always are. A match for his stubborn attitude. 

Katsuki swears and stands up, his hands shaking as he tucks his sensitive cock back into his sweatpants and flips the head up into his waistband with a hiss. 

The crazy thing is, he can literally smell you through the door. The scent of you, that sweet and rounded perfume you wear, wafts under the crack of his apartment door. He pauses outside of it, resisting the temptation to open it, to welcome that smell into his apartment and use you to relieve the aching in his cock and lower belly. 

"Katsuki?" You ask, a little quieter now. 

Jesus fucking christ, don't call his name like that. 

He swings the door open, letting his hand rest on the side of it so that it is positioned above his head. You look taken aback at his appearance, covered in sweat and flushed from the neck up, his chest exposed and heaving. 

"What?" he says, looking you up and down. 

Katsuki bites back the urge to yank you in. Why is it he can literally smell the sweat on your body and every prick of your emotions? It's like he can tell exactly what you're thinking, or maybe it's what he wants you to be thinking. 

"Don't get on my ass about me still technically needing to be at work," you start, stepping forward. "I heard something happened and I just came to check and you look like shi-" 

Katsuki blocks you from coming in with his body. You stumble backwards lightly and raise your eyebrow at him. There's a pause as you register that you've just run into a solid wall of muscle, sweat covered and glistening, while Katsuki eyes you like you're meat on a platter. He knows he's doing it, but he can literally smell every turn of your scent, soft and sweet. And he may be fooling himself... but are you... turned on? 

"Let me in?" you say with a small laugh, side stepping to go around him. He blocks you again, his fingers gripping the door frame so hard that his knuckles are white. 

"Go home," he says quietly, his voice tense. 

"What? No," you furrow your eyebrows at him. "What's the matter with you?" 

You duck under his arm and place your hand momentarily on his chest. Your touch makes him tingle all over and he sucks in a sharp breath. 

"I'm not fucking around," he says. 

"Okay, me neither," you respond with a bit of an attitude. "I expected you to be worse for wear but you look like crap. Like you're... I don't know." 

You trail off a little. 

"Let me help," you say, shaking off whatever thought had come over you. "I'll make you some food." 

"Look, no offense, but I don't think you want to help me with this," he says, a frustrated bite in his voice. Food isn't exactly what he's hungry for. 

"That's too bad," you say slowly, seemingly put off by the desperate air about him and settling into his kitchen. You move to open the fridge.

Katsuki walks up to you quickly, taking your wrist from the door and holding it between the two of you. Cool air hits his exposed chest and arm as the door falls shut again. 

"I'm dead serious. Get the fuck out of here or I'm gonna do something I regret," he hisses through a clenched jaw. Your skin is warm on the pads of his fingers, wrist held flush against his palm. He bites back a genuine shudder. 

Your eyes are wide as you look back at him, glancing between where he's caught your wrist by your head and his eyes. Katsuki's gaze roams over your face, pausing as he hits the top of your blouse where a few buttons remain open. When he returns his eyes to yours, your mouth moves to open before a heady understanding settles over your features. You're so pretty. Everything about you is pretty, so delightful and delicate. Your eyes look glassy and wide. Katsuki has always found them tempting, but today he can't stop himself. 

He leans forward and kisses you, holding your wrist to his chest as his mouth comes messily into contact with yours. You squeak and freeze and it takes all he has to pull away from you. 

"Go home," he says again, his lips tingling. Katsuki feels the color creep onto his cheeks, his hand still holding your wrist. 

You don't say anything, looking at him with those pretty eyes. He swallows thick and feels the saliva drag against his throat. Then, his mouth dries completely, his expression twisting into discomfort as his cock throbs between his legs as the scent of you takes on a sharper turn. He's never felt anything like this before, something animal. 

Katsuki tightens his jaw, staring at you for a moment. Then, he takes a step towards you. You take one back, though he doesn't feel like you're afraid. Rather, you tilt your head down to look at him through your lashes. He lets out a breath through his teeth and walks you back until your ass hits the counter, his free hand coming to gingerly touch your waist. You inhale when he leans in to kiss you again, screwing your eyes shut and reaching to grab at his shoulder to pull him closer. 

Every touch tingles. It burns and he drops your wrist to manhandle your hips. You suck on his bottom lip, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. He ruts his hips against yours, desperate for any sort of friction to relieve the ache, and you gasp a little and let your mouth fall open. Katsuki takes the opportunity to bite down hard on your lip with a low groan, slipping his tongue into your mouth as the pads of his fingers press harshly into you. You whine, eyebrows pulling up. 

Katsuki’s eyes are slightly open, just so that he can look at you. Every aspect of his senses feel heightened and the relief of your mouth far surpasses that of his hand over his throbbing cock only minutes earlier. 

He pants, taking your hips and lifting you onto the counter so that you’re seated, pulling away for just a moment to lift the hem of your shirt and expose your breasts. Katsuki puts his face on the pillowy tops of them, biting and sucking at the exposed skin as his hand teases its way up the skin of your back to unclasp it. He thinks you’re probably looking at him, but if you are, he doesn’t have the mind to care about what sort of behavior he’s exhibiting. He can practically smell how wet you are from just a little touching and if he weren’t so fucking desperate for a little relief, he’d tease you for a few hours just to watch your pussy drool over him. 

The cool air of his apartment hits your exposed nipples. Katsuki takes it upon himself, without even a second thought, to roll the hard bud under his tongue. He feels the way goosebumps rise on your skin, his hands coming to rest over the tops of your thighs. Katsuki bites lightly on your breast and you fucking whine at it, tipping your head back and rooting your hand into the tufts of his blonde hair. 

His cock jumps in his pants and he’s no doubt leaked enough to leave an evident wet spot against the gray of his sweatpants. He stands to his full height, pushing your skirt up and pressing the outline of his cock to your crotch. Heat bleeds through your panties, the kind that makes him feel like he’s going absolutely fucking insane. You gasp, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him close again. 

Katsuki’s mouth hits yours messily, breathing hard as he ruts his hips up against your crotch, pulling you forward on the counter so he can feel as much of the pillowy folds of your pussy through the thick fabric as possible. You let him take your bottom lip between his teeth, sharp canines digging into the wet flesh of your mouth. He whines— high-pitched, desperate sound—as you position your hips to press your crotch against the head of his cock. His head falls onto your chest, forehead resting against the hollow of your throat. Katsuki humps at you, pulling you against him to match the rhythm of his hips, grinding your clothed cunt over the bulge of his cock. It’s a desperate motion, completely subconscious as he lets the quirk he’s been hit with take the lead.

His fingers dip into the crease of your thigh, fumbling as they reach for the waistband of the panties you’re wearing. Katsuki’s desperation is so palpable that he finds himself panting as he slips his fingers into the sides of your underwear, yanking them down. You gasp at the force of it and he swears he hears a small tear as he pulls them from your cunt, the crotch sticking to the lips of your pussy. 

He leans his hips forward again, sliding his cock between your folds with a deep grunt. His mouth finds your neck and he bites along the side of it, lathing his tongue over your pulse point. It’s like he can taste you. Salt and that stupid perfume, collecting on his tongue as you dig your fingers into his back, his dick rutting restlessly against your clit. At one point, he almost slips in, his eagerness and your wetness making him careless. Katsuki sucks in a breath through his teeth, his whole body on fire. 

The kitchen light shines down on his back and he can see the outline of part of his shadow on your thighs as he stares down at them, guiding the tip of himself to your entrance. He hears you wine when he presses against it and moves his hand down subconsciously to rub at your clit. An attempt to ease the stretch. 

You tip your head back in a moan and Katsuki takes the opportunity to kiss your neck before settling his teeth against your shoulder and biting down harshly on the muscle connecting your neck and arm. You yelp at the sensation and Katsuki shutters at the sound, willing out a choked I’m sorry as he slides into your wetness. His hands push into the delightfully soft flesh of your upper thighs, the fat spilling up around each individual digit as he uses your legs for leverage, sliding you forward even further to better seat you on him. 

Your legs are shaking and he can feel the way your nails dig into his exposed shoulder blades. Your bunch up skirt causes the fat of your tummy to fold over in a way that practically makes Katsuki drool. He urges himself to pause, attempting to come back to his senses as the quirk kicks into high gear. There’s relief in being inside of you, in feeling the flutter of your walls around his thick cock, but it also makes him desperate. Katsuki feels like he’s chasing something that he was desperately and it’s just out of his reach. 

You’re breathing heavily above him, he can see the rise and fall of your chest from where his head hangs down, his hands trembling on the tops of your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes, his vision foggy around the edges as if he were peering through a tube. You’re at the end of it, your eyes glassy and mouth open, returning the look. Your eyebrows are knitted up in pleasure, but you almost seem confused. 

“What are you waiting for?” You breathe out, the first thing you’ve said since he started touching you. 

The tone of your voice is needy, with a delightful whiny lilt that makes him groan out loud. He can barely manage the words that come out next, his brain half mush, and he feels the way his cock jumps inside of you. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he says through gritted teeth, his breath coming heavy. 

There’s a pause and he feels the distinct sensation of you squeezing down around his cock, like the idea turns you on. 

“Use me,” you respond cautiously, your voice still containing that needy lilt. 

Katsuki’s hips fuck up into you voluntarily and he feels the way his breath catches in his throat at the near desperate sound of your voice.

“Say that again.” 

“Use me, Katsuki,” you respond, choking on your words as he fucks his hips up into you. 

You reach for his face, taking it in your hands and drawing it close until it’s just in front of yours. Then, your palms slide down his shoulders and he screws his eyes shut and fucks into you again, harder this time, causing your body to jolt upwards on the counter. 

He curses under his breath, pushing one leg further to the side and fucking his hips up into you roughly. You’re looking right at him, your expression drawn and pleasure-soaked, sweat collecting on your forehead as your mouth drops open into an o-shape. You punctuate his thrusts with high pitched yelps, squeaking out your pleasure and the deepness of where he’s hitting through choked moans. 

Katsuki’s hands move up your stomach to roughly cup your breasts, his mouth so close to yours that he’s practically breathing in the sounds you make in exchange for his own hurried groans. He kneads at the fat of your chest, rolling your breast under his fingers before taking your nipples and pulling lightly on them. 

He’s aware of just how rough he’s being, just how hard his hips are slapping yours, but he feels like he can’t stop. Katsuki chases a high so fucking desperate that his body is on autopilot, reaching and touching and moaning unabashedly as the room fills with the wet sound of his balls on the backs of your thick thighs. 

You push your chest forward towards him, legs spread wide to make room for the width of his hips between yours as he bullies that perfect sensitive spot inside of you. Katsuki feels the way he makes you flutter. Every shift of your body, every involuntary squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, registers as if he were a part of you. His skin tingles everywhere you touch and the drag of your nails over his shoulder blades makes him want to crawl into the deepest part of you. Even the sound of your voice, drawn and desperate and mildly overwhelmed, feels like a drug to him. Every sense he has seems to be acutely attuned to just how badly he needs to fuck your lights out. 

His hands slink down to your hips, resituating you and pulling you flush against him. Then, he drags his cock all the way out of you and quickly ruts back in, moaning as he does. His pace picks up, manhandling you forward on the counter until he is supporting most of your weight. You gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders as you let him use you like a toy. 

Katsuki chases his high, his stomach seeming to wind tighter and tighter but never finding that perfect snap and release. His movements grow faster, using all of his strength to fuck his hips up into you, barreling his cock against your gummy walls and bullying your sweet spot. He feels the way you tighten down around him, your body tensing and fingers digging crescent moons into the tops of his shoulders. 

“Ka-” you choke out desperately, your voice breaking. “Wait, Katsuki, wait! I’m gonna-” 

You shudder, your thighs squeezing around him as he continues to fuck you. 

“Do it,” he seethes, “just fuckin’ do it.” 

The end of his sentence comes out as more of a whimper as you cry out and squeeze down around him, squirming in his grasp as you begin to twitch with every additional thrust. Your body shakes, legs locking around him and struggling to hold him inside as he fucks you clear through your orgasm and then to the other side. 

Katsuki’s voice breaks, almost whimpering like an animal as he buries himself in your pussy over and over again. He wants to smother you, he wants to completely cover your body and get as close as he possibly can. He’s already so much bigger than you, so much broader, how hard could it be to swallow you completely? 

Katsuki’s hands come up under your ass as he wordlessly lifts you from the counter and moves to the couch on desperate, shaky steps. He lays you down, slipping out of you for a moment, before pressing a hand to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs, and sinking his cock back into you as he crowds his body over yours. 

“You know what?” He says, not really sure what’s going to come next. His head is so clouded with the quirk that he can’t think straight. “I’ve wanted to do this forever. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so- long-” 

He screws his eyes shut, almost angry with the way he can’t seem to hit that high, teetering on a desperate and near painful edge. 

“Those fuckin’ pencil skirts,” he says, unable to control his words or sharp tone. “The way you wear your hair, that damn look in your eye that constantly makes you seem like you’re beggin’ for it.” 

Katsuki whines, a sharp sound from the back of his throat, as you tighten up around him. He meets your gaze, clouded and watery eyes accented by the delightful furrow in the center of your brow. 

“And then you show up here,” he groans, not even sure of what he’s really saying. “Blouse unbuttoned, looking for trouble. I’m gonna fuck your lights out. ‘Till you can’t even think about fuckin’ anyone else.” 

He leans in close, his mouth right up against yours. 

“This is g’nna make you mine, right?” 

You nod, your movements clumsy, and pull him close to you. 

Katsuki loses all of his sense, burying himself in the feel of your pussy and the way he sinks into you, giving into the desperation of the quirk. He can feel just how deep he’s hitting, the way you suck in sharp, whiny breaths with every inward thrust. Katsuki’s hands grip your waist, pulling your ass up off the couch so that his angle is better. 

His cock seems to drag endlessly against your overstimulated, pillowy, insides and you practically drool around. He feels like a dog slobbering over meat, any semblance of politeness completely gone from both his expression and his movements. This is going to fucking ruin your friendship, but he doesn’t even have half of a mind to think about it, so drawn into the delightful feel of your body and the aching in his cock that only seems to subside slightly with every thrust. 

You try to choke out the word “again” and he feels like he knows what’s coming. Your whole body tenses, legs locking around him as you cream over his cock for the second time. 

This seems to get Katsuki somewhere, the sensation of your pussy clamping down finally giving him some leeway to relief. He hits the edge of an orgasm, leading himself to the finish line. 

The tension in his belly grows, cock twitching inside of your fucked out cunt. His fingers dig into your hips and he collapses forward, rolling his body so that the head of his cock catches perfectly inside of you, massaging and churning you up. You’re moaning, though maybe it’s more adjacent to whining, and Katsuki can hear himself mimicking the sounds, his body leading the way. 

Then finally, on a pathetic and broken whimper, Katsuki cums. His whole body tenses, weight pressing down on you as he buries his face into your neck and lets his voice out beside the hollow of your throat. The relief and pleasure is so intense that Katsuki feels the way every muscle in his body tenses and lets go, filling you up with as much of him as he has to give. 

His hips continue to pathetically rut into you, little choked moans escaping his lips as he uses his own cum as lube for his weak little thrusts. Then, he completely relaxes. 

Katsuki feels the way his skin stops burning, the way the desperation at the back of his throat subsides, how his body rids itself of the quirk as quickly as the arousal came on. He shudders, coming back to himself and raising his head to peer at your expression. 

You look exhausted, hair a mess and face covered in a thick sheen of sweat. You still flutter around his cock, your hands gripping his shoulders as you try and ride through the overstimulation of just having him inside of you. Katsuki furrows his brows, exhaustion creeping into his muscles. He raises his hand and uses it to push stray strands of hair from your face with his palm on your forehead. Then, with a clear mind, he leans forward and kisses you. 

You blink at him for a second, before giving a weak smile, raising your eyebrows and letting your head fall to the side. Katsuki winces when he pulls out of you, sucking in a sharp breath and standing to his full height. He places a hand on his forehead like he’s assessing the situation, staring at your body, still fully clothed with your skirt pushed all the way up your stomach and your blouse missing a button at the top. 

He wordlessly walks to the bathroom and wets a washcloth with warm water, walking back over to you and wiping down the exposed parts of your body. You don’t really say anything to him, but you smile quietly while he gingerly wipes you down, your smeared makeup accenting just how much of a mess he’s made. 

“Fuck,” he says. “I’m sorry, this isn’t how-” 

“How you wanted this to go?” You say softly, the corners of your lips turning up. 

Katsuki feels the way he flushes, all the way to the tops of his chest. 

“No, it’s not,” he admits, running a hand over his face as he crouches beside you. 

You laugh a little and he furrows his brows at you, frustrated and embarrassed. 

“You’ve got a bit of a possessive streak, huh?” You tease lightly.

“I got hit with some asshole’s fuckin’ quirk and-” he begins explaining himself, something he probably should have done when you showed up at the door. 

“It was good though,” you say, tilting your head at him from where you lay.

Katsuki blinks at you, his expression completely flat. You should really know just how fucking crazy you drive him. Then, he scowls a little, not because he’s upset, but because he’s currently feeling the opposite and that makes him awkward. 

“You’re into that shit?” He says, a bit incredulously. 

Co-parenting was as difficult as one could imagine it to be. Spending holidays at two different homes did nothing but glorify the hardships that came along with co-parenting.

Eijirou Kirishima. Your husband, now ex-husband, of eight years, was nothing but a saint. Everyone had their flaws but jeez…this man was outright perfect. Sometimes you questioned how things couldn’t work out. Well…you knew exactly why things didn’t work out but you and Eijirou parting ways was best for either of you and the kids.

After baby number four, it was hard to keep in touch with Eijirou. He was often sent away for missions and though he tried so hard to be there, the agency needed him. Being Red Riot, he was obviously well known. He was one of the greatest heroes of all time. So, when you insisted on having Eijirou take off a couple of days, you knew this wasn’t what he wanted.

He loved you, your kids, with all of his heart. He, quite frankly, did still love you. But things were different now and he had to come to terms with it. Those few days spent entirely at home, Eijirou went crazy. His body ached to be out in the field, thus your partition. You no longer wanted to hold him back.

Almost thirty now, you and Eijirou had fallen into a routine. You had the kids Sunday night through Wednesday, Eijirou Thursday to Sunday afternoon. Your little ones would sometimes beg to see Kirishima throughout the week. It was hard to say no but there was no way to tell if he were on a mission or not.

“Daddy’s probably busy but I’ll give him a call, alright?”

And so you’d sit there, phone humming in hand as you await Red Riot to make an appearance on the screen.

“Hey, hot stuff!”

Albeit looking so damn delicious, he sounded so cheery and animated.

“Daddy!”

“If it isn’t my favorite little monsters,” he'd chuckled.

He’d simply stare contently at his screen - you and your four creations. He noticed the slightest changes, whether it be in you or the kids and it warmed your heart.

“Are you busy, daddy?”

“If you consider talking to my favorite people on the phone as busy, then yes,” he grinned.

His shark-like teeth would glint under the sun rays. He didn’t seem to age whatsoever.

“Can we see him, please!?”

“Mommy, please!”

“Please, please, please!”

“Alright, alright! Kiri, can I bring them over?”

“Of course, muffin.”

The way he smoothly slid sweet pet names into his statements made your stomach flutter as if you were meeting him for the first time all over again.

Eijirou was undeniably a great dad and a great partner, which is exactly why he offers a shoulder to cry on when one of your stupid dates do you dirty. He missed having you around but he would never force you into anything you didn’t want, unless….

It was a casual Friday night. You had gotten home from work not too long ago, taking occasional sips from your whiskey glass as you prepared yourself to make dinner. Your back ached, your feet were sore. All you wanted to do was kick it back, watch a few rom-coms and take a nice long bath right after. However, Eijirou seemed to have other plans.

When Kirishima’s name was splayed across your screen, you shrugged it off. It wasn’t uncommon that he called you when he had the kids. The franticness in his voice when you picked up drew you straight to your feet.

“Y/N, I need you here A.S.A.P!”

“Wai- Eij, what’s wrong?”

“It’s the kids! I’ll tell you when you get here! Please, just- fuck, just get here fast!”

Eijirou wasn’t one to curse around the kids. He’d playfully scold you if were to swear around them. On top of that, the sheer corruption carried out in the background screamed urgency.

You were quick to get into the car, booking it on the highway to Eijirou’s house. All twists and turns just seemed straight as you ventured off to see what was going on with your “kids.” The door flew open within seconds upon your arrival. To your surprise, there was utter silence.

“Kiri, where the hell are the kids?”

You looked around, head bobbing in hope of seeing your kids.

“Right here, mommy!”

They were all packed, ready to go somewhere.

“W-what happened?”

“Daddy thought it would be funny if we scared you,” your third chirped.

“Are you serious?”

You turned to Eijirou who only grinned smugly.

“Where the hell are they even going? Eijirou, I swear-”

“They’re going to my mom’s. She wanted to spend the night with them.”

“She couldn’t come here?”

“Oh, she wanted to spend the night here but I wanted the house for us.”

Us?

Before you could question him any further, the kids’ grandmother pulled into the driveway, waving at you and Kirishima from a distance once the kids had said their farewells to you both.

“Eijirou, that wasn’t funny at all. I thought there was something seriously wrong!”

He only watched as you rambled, your hands flying about aimlessly.

Once he’d gotten you back into the house, you continued your rambling. Eijirou only placed a firm hand on your neck to shut you up.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m showing you how much I missed you.”

The dumbfounded look on your face dropped when he hiked you up his torso.

“Eiji?”

That sweet look in his eyes was long gone. He was about to devour you and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Eiji,” your voice was quieted to a whisper.

“Fuck,” he hummed.

“Eijirou, please.”

“Holy fuck,” he groaned. “When your voice is so soft ‘n quiet like that, I just wanna fuck your brains out even more.”

You sat silently in his arms, the brashness of his words going straight to your cunt. What seemed to be a race between you and time soon ended, the never-ending voyage to Kirishima’s room coming to a halt. His bed was decorated as gorgeous as ever, rose petals strewn about the alabaster sheets. He laid you down gently. It was the least he could do for what he would do after was far from delicate.

“You could’ve just called me over,” you spoke carefully.

His muscles bulged through the crisp ivory tee that clung to his skin.

“What’s the fun in that, princess? Getting you all worked up just to help you relax was my plan all along.”

So fucking smug.

“The kids are well and alive, aren’t they, baby?”

The nickname rolled off his tongue with honey. The way he stared down at you was enough to have you on your knees.

His fingers drove you mad. They traveled down your legs, squeezing at the plush of your calves, your thighs. He stopped once he reached the end of your skirt, not breaking eye contact with you once. Your feet were directly planted on his pecs, giving him a slight peak as to what resided beneath your skirt.

The grey hoodie that hid your curves drew a smile to his face. This exact hoodie was the hoodie you’d held onto as you went into labor with your first little Red Riot. He worked to remove the article of clothing, his heart skipping a beat when he caught a glimpse of the custom red jersey sitting on your body.

Written in bold was ‘Red Riot’, the pepper red working wonders for your skin. He knew all too familiar with what sat on the back, for he was the one who’d gifted you the jersey the night of your proposal. Far too many times had he fucked you in that jersey but he didn’t care. It was just a subtle reminder that you were his.

“Did you wear this for me angel?”

“I wear it whenever I’m thinking of you.”

The honesty of the statement did so many things to him.

Once he’d been dragged from his awestricken state, he removed your skirt, tossing it aside in seconds.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” he hummed, peppering kisses down your legs.

The duo of red on your body reminded you both: you still belong to him. His eyes only roamed the silhouette of your body. He was aching to see you naked, sprawled out for him like the old times.

“I wanna fuck you in this jersey, but it’s been far too long, angel.”

Despite all of his hero work, his fingers were soft as they tugged the crimson cloth off of your figure. His lips were soon glossy, strawberry tongue darting out to glaze his lips in some of its salivae.

He made quick work of your bra, watching in awe as your breasts spilled from the constricting fabric. His hands were keen as to grabbing your breasts, tugging and groping at the mounds. His thumbs tugged at your nipples, ego rising as his name tumbled from your lips.

“Eijirou, please,” you gasped, his mouth suckling on your supple flesh.

His teeth pierced your skin, ravaging your chest. His nimble fingers tore the cloth of your panties, gathering your arousal at the tips of his fingers. Your back arched as your legs were hiked up his torso.

He teased your cunt, prodding at your entrance as you squirmed below him. His fingers eased into you, stretching you as he would long ago. He wouldn’t want to wreck his pretty princess after so long. After all, he wanted you even after tonight. Tonight was just a warm-up.

“God, I missed this pussy so much,” he groaned.

You blubbered out for him, walls clenching around his fingers as you caught sight of the claret smeared on his lips. He hadn’t even kissed you yet and your head was woozy!

After four kids, it still shocked Eijirou - “Still as tight as a fuckin’ virgin, eh?”

All you could do was nod as his fingers picked up their pace. His thumb circled your clit, eyes peering far into your soul.

“What if the kids saw you like this? It’d be a real shame, huh?”

Your chest was covered in blood, your legs locking around Kirishima.

“Seeing their mommy like this. They’d think I’m a monster,” he mindlessly whispered.

Your walls fluttered around his digits, an orgasm impending as his thumb worked to flick your nub.

“As much as I’d love to stare at you, I’m dying to get a taste.”

With that, his head disappeared between your thighs. All that was prominent were the spikes of his maroon tresses. In seconds, his tongue delved in, skillfully tracing patterns on your cunt.

“Just as good as I remembered.”

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers scissoring in and out of you.

“Eiji, fuck m-e. God, fuck me, please!”

He merely chuckled against your sex, making you writhe at the vibrations.

“You asked so politely, angel. Who am I to deny you of your needs?”

The moment Kirishima’s bottoms hit the ground, you realize, after all, he’s hung. After years of fucking him, having sex felt so normal. No one was as big as Kiri and to say he was huge was just an understatement. Kiri was only thirty. He had a great physique. He was absolutely breathtaking. It was only safe to assume that women threw themselves at him.

Your eyes were trained on his dick for a good few, mouth hanging ajar ever so slightly.

“Enjoying the view?” he grinned, chuckling when you hummed.

His hands were at your knees in seconds, prodding them apart. God, Kiri was so big. Your legs were spread far beyond what you’d thought you were capable of. He barely slotted himself between your thighs once more, hoisting your legs to cave around his torso.

“You were made for takin’ my cock, baby. You got this.”

You bit your lip, bracing yourself for what was to come - no pun intended.

His hands held you as if you were a pebble, so small and puny in contrast to him. You were impaled on his cock in seconds. Just the tip had you feeling as full as ever.

“Fuckin’ squeezin’ me, relax,” he hissed, head tossing back as he pushed his hips forward even more.

His thumb worked quick figure ‘8’s along your clit, hoping you’d make it easier for him to just slip on in. Once your body had calmed down enough, he barely bottomed out, groaning when you clenched around him.

“Gotta move, baby. You’re making it harder for me when you do that.”

He spoke to you with so much sweetness. Despite your current position, you were what Kirishima wanted at the end of the day.

Though you were still clamped around him, he drew back, his hips slamming right back into yours. Your moans were to be heard by the neighbors. He’d barely started and you were a mess.

“Hurts s’ fuckin’ much, Eij.”

“Take it, baby, c’mon.”

His hips rocked at a steady pace. Your tits bounced with each thrust of his cock, flashes of red taking up his peripherals. He couldn’t help himself, biting each breast a few more times till blood sat upon his lips.

“Kiri, kiss me…please.”

Your lips were aching to feel his. You only wanted to suckle on them, taste yourself - your blood and your arousal. Eijirou wasted no time, lips attacking yours as if he’d never do so again. His tongue slid into your mouth, basking in an exchange of saliva. You moaned into his mouth, the sweet mix of his cock hitting that soft spongey spot inside of you and your taste sending you into a frenzy.

He pulled away momentarily, uttering a cocky “found it” before his tongue explored familiar territory once more.

Your nails scratched at his skin, tugging at his tee so you could engrave your claws into his skin.

“Off.”

It was hardly coherent but Eiji obliged nevertheless. He picked up his pace, hips rocking into you with a tinge of increasing roughness. He now sat shirtless before you, muscles glistening as he fucked you dumb.

“No one can fuck you as I can, right princess?”

“N-no can fuck me like this, Eij!”

“That’s not my name, princess.”

His cock slid out of you agonizingly slow, resting at your entrance as your fingers scrambled for him. His palm rested on your lower abdomen, his hips circling before slipping all the way into you. He chuckled as he literally felt himself in your stomach. It was impossible to think straight, considering his cock-head grazed your cervix ever so roughly.

“Whose pussy is this? Huh, baby? ‘M I fuckin’ you that good that you can’t speak?”

“Fuck, it’s yours, daddy! All yours,” you blubbered out, nails digging into the skin of his forearms are he towered over you.

The sensation was too much. It’d been months, quite possibly a year, since you’d had sex with Kirishima. It wasn’t something your body could get used to overnight.

He was fucking filthy. You knew this, but after not being with him for so long, it was a literal punch to the gut.

“How ‘bout I give you another baby? You looked so fuckin’ sexy carrying my kids, I bet you’d want another.”

You whimpered at that, legs nearly giving out around him.

God, how you missed carrying his kids. The ache in your back called for a number of massages from none other than your husband. The plumpness of your breasts drove him absolutely crazy, just full of milk for your little one. How desperate he was to get a taste. He always got what he wanted, thus latching his mouth to your tit, relieving you of your pain.

You’d barely bend over to grab something, your stomach getting in the way. He’d only laugh as you melted into his body, taking more and more of his cock as if you weren’t already carrying his child. When you were on top of him, he went manic. Your enlarged tits in his face, your legs working to stay balanced as you rode him - only to repeat the process two months after baby Kirishima was born.

His thumb worked to bring you to your climax, uttering soft praises as if it would help.

“M’ gonna cum,” you murmured, your eyes falling shut whilst your head lolled back.

“Look at me when you cum, angel,” he ordered, pinching your clit.

Your body jolted, eyes struggling to stay open as he fucked the lights out of you. The coil in your stomach came undone, your release gushing around his cock and his fingers. With the new lube, Eijirou easily used you as his cock-sleeve, fucking himself further into your cervix. Your nails left welts in his back as he hoisted you into his lap, determined to cum inside of you.

“‘M gonna fill you up, princess…make you a mommy all over again.”

With the pressure of your walls along his cock, he groaned through his climax, panting as you wept in his ear. He placed you gently onto the duvet below, pulling out with caution. You were full of his cum, legs twitching as the aftershocks evaded your body. Your cunt clenched around nothing, attempting to trap whatever wanted to leave.

“You that eager for my cum, baby?”

His fingers filled you up once more, stuffing you to the brim.

“I missed seeing you like this. All fucked out, but so eager for more of me.”

He just couldn’t get enough of you, slipping his cock right back into your little hole.

“That’s right, baby. No one can fuck you as I can.”

MHA Taglist: @ravenhood2792

Kirishima Eijirou Taglist: @spiderdrive27 @lunar-writing @diamond-3 @sansisbae @hxrzvf

He’d like to be the one to tell you to pose and give him a pout. Pretending he is when slowly peeling each page over to view the following image. Throat tight and dry and palms sweaty, watching you crawl and give a rather intimidatingly large teddy bear a kiss on the cheek.

You’ve definitely become something different from your shared days in middle school.

Something confident and alluring.

Something he wants to play with in a wide new variety of ways than before.

It’s good that your industry often intertwines with his.

He knows exactly which model to request when his agency wants to shoot a new campaign poster starring Dynamight saving a Damsel in Distress.

No one but you fit the role so picture-perfectly, being both a beautiful idol and a quirkless citizen.

You’ve learned to refrain from asking your handler any questions, just doing what the strict woman tells you, be it what jobs to take, how to dress, or what to eat. It’s better that way. She’s a professional, and you owe your entire career to her wisdom. But once you get to the photo shoot and start recognizing the props of a certain hero decorating the stage, you get queasy with unease upon understanding exactly which pro hero you’re going to be shooting with. 

Swallowing thickly, you bar yourself in your dressing room for a minute. Your handler already shouting at your ear enough to make you wince with tears at the ready as you try to explain the sticky situation to her. Naturally, your cries fall upon deaf ears, and soon enough, you’re convinced you’re being silly. This is a huge opportunity, after all. Dynamight is on par with Deku, having shared the title of the number one hero ever since they graduated. It would be career suicide to decline a collab with him, especially now that you’re already under contract with his agency.

You splash your face with cold water to calm the swelling left by your tears and get dressed in the silky white summer dress provided to you. It’s a pretty article, you think without being overly happy about it. It’s a thin, nearly see-through, backless model with a rather deep dip reaching down between your breasts. And though it isn’t at all the first time you flaunt your body in a nearly nude state in front of the world, it certainly is the first time you do so in front of the guy who used to pick your appearance apart until you cried. You only hope he doesn’t recognize you and that the shoot will be over before he eventually can.

You’re glad your handler does what her job suggests and handles all handshakes and greetings on your behalf. But though all the formalities of the work fall upon her shoulders, the part of the actual modeling is something only you can do.

You’re able to remain professional for the most part, barely ever glancing in his direction, though picking up on his mass from the corner of your eye and through the veil of fake lashes where you keep your eyes glued to the floor as the photographer gives instructions for the new pose. But then comes the direction you were dreading, the one which has the two of you touching. And even though you knew it was inevitable, you still flinch when he puts his hands on you.

And though the assistants, handlers, managers, and photographers are all oblivious to your discomfort, he notices, smiling at your tiny shivers and how well you hide them.

He’s so much bigger than you remember, you think while you try steadying your breath and convincing yourself that it isn’t any different from all those other times you’ve gone out of your comfort zone for the sake of a good deal. The shoot you did for Playboy Magazine had practically been a porno, and that time you’d been surrounded by a great deal of big beefy men, much similar to the one touching you now. 

Still tough... you had a laugh that time around. You had fun.

This wasn’t fun.

“Funny this.” He spoke, and you feared he was speaking to none other than you.

Holding you in a scoop of a bridal carry, you felt the harsh metal of his costume dig into your skin, not more than the grip of his hands clawing at your flesh like a predator sinking its teeth into caught prey. The grime on his fingers dirtying the white of your dress.

“Or… ironic is a better word for it.” He adds, and you finally look up into that face that still sometimes haunts you in your dreams despite having been out of your life for years. “Oh- don’t say you don’t remember me, Quirkless?”

After the shoot, the photographer praises you on your ability to portray true distress, unbeknownst that the sentiments in your expressions were genuine, and you almost trip over the stage props while thanking him, wanting to leave the set as quickly as possible in favor of going home.

But obviously, shooting a campaign poster isn’t why you’re there.

“Have dinner with me.” He says, with his hand, seemingly made to break bones, wrapped tight around your twiggy wrist. Stopping you from running away.

And just as expected, your handler accepts before you can make the costly mistake of refusing.

Tamaki's high-rise apartment sat right in the middle of downtown Tokyo, so you could see everything from up here. The sun had just set, but the neon lights from downtown lit everything back up. Pink and blues swirled in the fog that hung over the city, making it look dystopian.

Which, honestly, didn't seem that far off.

New technologies have been surging tremendously, making it the epitome of the future. The rapid growth was scary to you, but Tamaki thrived on the new advances and had a talent for navigating the cyber world. "Nerd," you mumble fondly, glancing at him again, seeing his profile completely zoned in on whatever he was doing. You've known him since high school, quickly becoming friends with him when you two were partnered up for a biology project and he couldn't even look at the dissection without turning green.

Needless to say, you two became best friends as you survived the class and the rest of high school together. Now both of you were just finishing up college, Tamaki already securing a full-time job at Ↄypher Teↄh, or CT for short, which is the leading company for all the new advances and is responsible for giving him this kickass apartment.

Although, that was just another reminder as to why you couldn't order in food. You tried before, but Tamaki told you it went against Ↄypher Teↄh's policies to have unauthorized visitors to company-issued housing.

"O...kay..." you had spoken slowly, "but I'm authorized?" You didn't remember signing any paperwork or hearing Tamaki getting approval for anything. He just assured you that everything was taken care of and that you're allowed as long as you don't bring along any of your other mutual friends.

"Just scan this at the elevator whenever you come to visit," he had instructed, giving you a blank light blue plastic card with a single barcode on the back, "and do not lose it. I only get one." You had rolled your eyes commenting that he's always so nervous about everything, but after seeing his humorless expression, you were in disbelief that he would think that low of you.

"I'm serious, (Y/n)," Tamaki's eyes softened finally in the midst of your stare-down. "I can't have any fangirls-"

He couldn't finish his sentence, seeing the 'really' look solidifying on your face causing him to laugh. The idea of Tamaki even coming close enough to a girl, let alone gaining fangirls, was a joke in itself. Being paired up together in high school was fate and you love reminding him that he's going to have to interact with other girls at some point besides you. Needless to say, you couldn't hold a straight face afterward, both of you giggling in the middle of his empty apartment.

That was months ago and you still held on tight to the card, scanning it at the elevator for his private floor whenever you entered the building.

His apartment was still somewhat empty, which you didn't understand either because, with a view like this, it should have some furniture to appreciate it with. A single bed in the bedroom and a single couch in the living room with a small ass TV didn't count! The only expensive thing in the apartment would be his computer setup. It felt empty and cold just like the refrigerator in his kitchen.

"I actually think you're only alive because of me," you finally walk over to him, seeing nothing but numbers fly across his screen as you finally realize what he's doing. "You're working, you liar!" Flicking his forehead, you thought this whole time he was playing that RPG Neito got him addicted too.

The flick snapped him out of it, the insistent clicking on the keyboard finally stopping. "What was that for?!" Tamaki whines, rubbing at his forehead as he finally turns to look at you, dark circles on the bags under his eyes like they were designer.

You look down at your wrist, mocking as if you were checking a watch, only to glance back up at him expectantly. He rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to respond but freezes when his stomach grumbles.

"Aha!" Pointing at him triumphantly, you cross your arms over your chest and stand proudly over him.

"You're lucky I was finished anyways," he mumbles, turning back to his screen to type in a few more things before closing out of the tabs.

"What were you working on?" You ask, stepping away as he pushes his chair back to stand up and stretch. Tamaki yawns loudly, as you two make your way over to the door.

"A few reports came in of some bugs in their system, so I had to fix it," he shrugs, pulling on his winter coat and scarf. You pull on your winter coat as well, shaking your head in awe.

"I don't know how you do it, but every time I remember what you do, I'm always impressed." 

Tamaki unlocks the door and holds it open for you, making sure to lock it once you two are in the hallway. "I went to school for this, so I would hope it paid off somehow," he smiles softly but a look of weariness crosses his features.

"What's up?" Bumping into him playfully, you two make your way to the elevator, calling it to his private floor. You didn't doubt that Tamaki's job was taxing, since you hardly understood it yourself, but having to stare at a screen for hours on end and remember numbers and codes seemed stressful.

The elevator doors open to the neon blue interior and as you both step in, you turn to Tamaki seeing the genuine indecisiveness on his face.

"Where are we going to eat?"

~*~*~*~*

All throughout dinner, Tamaki kept checking his phone and you started to feel guilty for pulling him away from work. It got so bad that you finished eating before him as he hardly touched his food.

"Am I going to get you in trouble?" For the nth time this evening, you watch his fingers fly across a keyboard.

"Hm? No," he had replied, locking the screen and making a show of putting it facedown on the table. "You were saying?"

You apologized anyways and could tell he felt guilty for neglecting you too, but once again, you know he's been busy with work. Soon enough, the two of you parted ways, Tamaki promising to make it up to you as he hurried back to his glamorous penthouse suite and you to your not-so-glamorous dorm room.

The semester was winding down, winter break was quickly approaching, and you couldn't wait to spend a full week at Tamaki's. You mentioned the idea to him before and he agreed, also hoping to take a vacation from work.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" A voice calls out to you as you bury your face closer in your scarf hoping it will block out the frigid winter wind. Turning as much as you can, you see Neito jogging up to you, his blonde hair tucked inside a grey beanie, cheeks flushed red from the cold. Pausing your steps, you wait for him to catch up. "Can you do me a favor?"

Groaning, you're about to protest when Neito interrupts you. "Please! It's not a big deal, I swear." He pushes his hands together, pleading with puppy-dog eyes.

In terms of friendship, if Tamaki was your best friend, Neito was the stray dog the two of you adopted along the way.

Who you also love.

Unfortunetly.

"What?" Pretending to be annoyed, you break when Neito starts whooping loudly. "Shut up, idiot! It's late," you laugh lightly, smacking his arm.

Neito cackles and lowers his backpack. "So, Tamaki texted me the other day if I could give him the old laptop he left in our dorm forever ago. I know he got his new job with all the new tech gadgets but c'mon...how do you forget a laptop?" He pulls a thin black laptop and charger out of the bag, handing it to you. "Anyways, I can't give it to him because I'm leaving early for winter break, literally tomorrow, and I haven't had time to give it to him sooner since I've been studying this whole week for the final exams my professors let me take early."

"I saw him earlier and I don't know if I'll see him again until break...he's been busy," you pout, still eyeing the laptop in your hands.

"Awh poor little you," Neito pats your head teasingly making you swat him away, "I mean, he didn't say it was urgent. Also, he's lasted months without it so I think you can wait until you see him again. I tried logging in to see what kind of por-"

"Neito!" You yell, aiming to kick him in the balls, face flushing from disbelief.

"Shut up, idiot! It's late," he mocks you, pitching his voice higher as he dodges your attack.

"I hate you."

"Awh~ I love you too!"

He picks his backpack up, still cackling like the gremlin he is. "Seriously though, it's password protected, but you can't blame me for being curious about what he has on there. In general, I mean." Neito hurries to add, seeing you wind up another kick.

Rolling your eyes, you tuck the laptop and charger under your arm. "Whatever, Neito. I promise to tell him that when I give it to him."

A flash of fear crosses his eyes as he laughs nervously. "Uh...how about we add onto the favor that maybe you don't mention that teeny tinypart?"

Halfway through his begging, you had already walked away, tossing a hand up in goodbye, hearing him call out your name anxiously. Giggling to yourself, you head to your dorm feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket with what were sure to be Neito's pleas.

The warm air that hit you when you opened the door to your building was blissful and you all but rushed to your room, hurriedly pulling your keys out which got caught on your wallet, causing it to fall on the floor. Huffing in annoyance, you bend down and pick it up, seeing that Tamaki's keycard almost slid out, causing your heart to skip a beat.

Careful, (Y/n), you remind yourself gently. Gripping the card tightly, you unlock the door to your room. Tossing Tamaki's laptop on your bed, along with the card and wallet, you take your coat off and get ready for the night.

~*~*~*~*

It was late by the time you finally got in bed.

Still concerned about Tamaki, mixed with the faint reminder you almost lost something of his when you promised him you wouldn't, made you cringe. Now, you were in possession of two of his things. The laptop is still on your bed with the blue keycard on top of it, mocking you.

I should definitely put that card back in my wallet...

Groaning, you roll back out of bed and grab the keycard, jumping when the laptop makes a soft beeping sound.

You freeze, not knowing what just happened, and stare at the laptop for a while before slowly sitting back down on your bed to open it.

The screen flashes on, showing a blank profile picture with a keypad underneath for a password, but the 9-digit spaces were filled in with masking dots. Remembering Neito's confession from earlier, you roll your eyes, about to close the laptop when the account suddenly unlocks.

Your jaw drops in shock, seeing the blankest background ever to load. "He never decorates anything," your lip curls up in annoyance thinking this was about to be a revolutionary discovery but the pale blue wallpaper was so sad it was almost funny. A sudden pop-up came from the bottom right corner of your screen.

^*bypass successful

Confusion wasn't a strong enough word to describe what you were feeling right now. This was starting to feel intrusive and you didn't mean to unlock it so how did it-

Your eyes slowly move from the screen to the card still in your hand as another pop-up appears.

^*enable encryption? 

Tossing the card on the other end of your bed, far away from the laptop, you scramble and click 'deny,' hoping to stop whatever is happening.

Thankfully, the pop-ups disappear and you're left staring at the wallpaper again, a single purple icon in the top right corner of the screen. It was then you realize just how fast your heart is beating and how loud it seems to be in your room.

Taking a deep breath you try to convince yourself you're doing this because you're concerned about Tamaki and how much he's been working and this was for him!

Clicking on the icon, you wait anxiously, your heart thudding in your ears as the page loads...

To a regular browser.

Your shoulders deflate and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Ha! I was worried about nothing!"

To calm your racing heart, you reach for the card you tossed earlier and actually put it back in your wallet, making sure it's secure. Crawling back in bed, you drag the laptop with you, hoping to watch something to fall asleep too.

"If only he had some movies on here," you say to yourself, choosing the next best option.

YouTube.

Typing it in the search bar, it loads and you go browse the recommended page.

'PRANKING ANGRY ROOMMATE GONE WRONG (!!!NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) IT BACKFIRED ON US?!?! COLLAB W/ ROCKSOLID' by LightningMcKami

Ehhhh...seems like it would be too loud.

'my everyday makeup routineeeee :) *!!!GIVEAWAY!!!*' by VivaLaMina

A possible maybe.

'How a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven changed my life: STORYTIME' by bvrnt.eros

"...Huh...wrong crossover. Next."

'InsomniacGamer calmly talking about his cat in the middle of absolute CHAOS: A 10 min compilation' by fantasydaydreamers

A familiar purple-haired boy in the thumbnail caught your attention. You've heard of him before, but never got the chance to watch him. A clip from his stream went viral on social media a while ago, gaining traction because of his unique hypnotizing voice and famous high-tech face mask.

The only visible feature on his face was his eyes, which sparked interest in his full appearance. He's mostly known for his late-night streams which rings true with his username and-

2:49 a.m.

Might as well.

You click on the video and it jumps right in, showing InsomniacGamer playing Northbury Grove, the villain chasing after him with the intense background noises blaring. His eyes were calm but confused as he expertly navigated his way around the map.

"Well," a dramatic pause as the protruding speakers on his mask lit up neon purple with his words. His character gets caught and he looks to the side at what you assume was the chat, "Silas acts the same way towards me when his ears engage in airplane mode so, of course, I wasn't scared." A long pause as the video zooms into his narrowing eyes giving you the impression he was smirking. "I'm used to dealing with feisty kitties, isn't that right chat?" He finally says in a mock-condescending tone, his smooth deep voice vibrating your speakers.

Your mouth parts slightly at his comment while still trying to process the voice you just heard. It wasn't like anything you've heard before and it sounded a lot different from what you remembered in the viral clip. Though it had been a while, you don't recall it sounding so smooth and deep.

The video cuts to a black screen and you read the white text that pops up. 'This is just a 10-minute compilation of InsomniacGamer talking about his cat, Silas! All clips are taken from his stream which I have linked in the description! Sub to him! Enjoyyyy~!'

It cuts to the next clip which shows him playing The Walking Dead as he watches a zombie tear into a corpse with an eyebrow raised. "God...this is Silas every day when I feed him. Kittens, why does he act like he doesn't eat? Ever?" Glancing at the facecam, you see him look genuinely concerned.

Kittens?

The next clip shows him playing Minecraft, the only sound being the nostalgic background music. You watch the pixelated cat with a "Silas" nametag scare away a creeper. He watches silently before giving the camera a deadpan look.

"IRL Silas would never. He would've watched me explode and come up to my dead remains, meowing, demanding dinner."

It cuts once more to him silently building a TNT wall around himself, before using a flint and steel to light it. You glance at the facecam seeing him hold a gray cat up to the screen. "See? I did what you wanted." 

'You Died' came up on the screen and the person who made the video purposely zoomed in on the cat's face, so you could watch Silas blink lazily in response before it cut to the next clip.

You found yourself smiling, feeling more at ease than you were 3 minutes ago. Humming, you check the description of the video and click the link to his stream. It pauses the video and opens a new tab on the laptop and you see that he's live now. However, he wasn't playing a game, but his facecam filled the screen and the category was 'Chit-Chat.'

Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance.

The small facecam of him in the video was nothing compared to seeing how he really looked taking up the whole screen. His wild and messy purple hair barely revealed the matching purple headphones with neon cat ears you didn't notice before. His eyes were lidded and droopy; the dark circles underneath making them stand out more and the back of his head is illuminated by the soft purple hue of LED lights along his wall in the background.

From what you can see, the addition of the face mask enhanced the mystery and only made you intrigued like everyone else.

He was scanning through the chat, eyes crinkled in the corners.

For a late-night stream, there were a lot of viewers which was surprising, but also comforting that you weren't the only one struggling to fall asleep at this hour. You go to type something in chat only to realize you need to have an account on the website. Sighing, you look for the login at the top of the page which refreshes the website again, prompting you to make an account.

A static background loads, leaving you to stare at the blanks you need to fill out.

*~Create a username~*

After all the stressing your brain did earlier, now it couldn't think of anything. That was almost enough to make you stressed again, but you just type in your name, hoping something comes to mind.

*~This username is already taken~*

It was to be expected. Backspacing, you try a few other half-assed ideas before a pop-up appears.

*~View suggested usernames~*

You click on view, expecting to see options, but only a singular username appears in the previous blank space.

err0r_404

You try clicking on it again to see if there were other options, but it was locked.

^*encryption failure

^*signal lost

Seeing the notifications start to pop up again made you nervous. You try to go back but the only thing you were allowed to do was finish typing in a password. Hurrying to put something in, you click to complete your account. The screen freezes for a second, flashing white, before logging in as the page refreshes once more, making another pop-up appear.

'Welcome to Glitch'

Before you could exit out of the pop-up, it blinks away, leaving you to stare at the home screen. A smaller pop-up comes down from the top under your blank profile picture.

'Since this is your first time here, we're giving you 1,000 pixels for free so you can show support to your favorite streamer!'

This pop-up allows you to click it away and you smile slightly in awe watching it fizzle out, fitting the website's theme, as another one pops up.

'Don't know what pixels are? Not to worry! Pixels are a way to show support to your favorite streamers. It's Glitch's form of currency that is given to the streamer as a donation! If you need help converting how many you want to purchase, check the help page! Some streamers have other payment methods set up, so be sure to check out what they take and show your support!'

You click that one away when you finish reading.

'If you have any more questions, contact our support team! Once again, welcome to Glitch!'

The last message turns static-y before fizzling out. "Huh...this high-tech stuff is pretty cool. Tamaki might be onto something," you purse your lips in acceptance. Humming, you click around the website for a while, seeing what other streamers are live and the most popular categories. You had almost forgotten about Insomniac, so you type in his username in Glitch's search bar and click on his livestream again.

His facecam loads back onto your screen as he finishes what he is saying.

"-should go to sleep."

Damn, even he's going to bed now. Feeling somewhat disappointed, your eyes trail over the chat and down to the follow button to click on it, hoping to catch another one of his streams soon since you just made this account.

The sound of a cat meowing came through your speakers as soon as you did.

err0r_404 just became a kitten!

Your eyes widen slightly seeing your username appear under a cute little pixel animation of a cat sleeping on a crescent moon in the upper left corner of the screen.

Hearing the cat, Insomniac glances over, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he shifts in his chair. Focusing back on the chat, you notice a lot of other people welcoming you. Smiling softly, you look back at Insomniac as the only sound that can be heard is the fast-paced typing on his end which was something you were starting to hear often.

^*bypass overruled

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" You throw your hands up, exasperated as you start to become concerned with whatever the fuck Tamaki seems to have going on. Trying to click away the notification, you realize your screen, even your cursor, was locked.

✨Vast: InsomniacGamer your coffee is probably cold by now...

A user with a sparkling emote suddenly mentions Insomniac in the chat which triggered a soft strumming noise. Their presence notified everyone else in the stream which initiated a flurry of excited messages. However, the user doesn't acknowledge anyone or say anything else, so your eyes flick back to Insomniac, watching him look away from whatever he was doing to read the comment.

"No..." He responds absently, focusing back off to the side of his screen in what you could describe as bewilderment. As if you imagined it, he snaps out of his weird reaction and clears his throat, glancing into his own camera.

"Sorry about that, kittens. Thank you for the follow, Error," he says, making you jolt in bed, not expecting him to voice it. His voice curls around your username almost deliberately which leaves you aching to hear it again. Heat rises to your cheeks and you see his gaze flicker off-screen again before returning once more, eyes crinkling.

1,000 free pixels, huh? 

You look for the donation button, noticing you could move the cursor again, and click on it. A small separate static pop-up appears, asking you how much you would like to donate and which method you want to use. Looking for Glitch's option, you select it and how much you want to donate. Thinking half would be good, you start to type out your message hearing him hum.

"As I was saying chat, I'm not sure when I'll be streaming again, but hopefully soon. I know it was a short stream tonight, but it was....eventful. Besides, I know you kittens love it when I go live unannounced and I love making my kittens wait with anticipation." He coos out, and your hands stay frozen over your keyboard, mouth parted in shock

You rush to finish your donation and send it, hearing a soothing robotic voice read it out.

err0r_404 just donated 500 pixels: sad to see I joined the stream too late, but know I just made this account for you.

Insomniac listens attentively, his eyes lowering as he rests his chin in his hands, thinking. "You just made this account?" A look you couldn't decipher flickers in his eyes, but he recovers quickly. "Hm...and you gave me half of the free pixels, huh?"

Your cheeks flame again in embarrassment, his teasing voice not helping.

"What do I have to do to get the other half?" His voice lowered even more if that was possible, his eyes once again flickering to the side and back. Risking a glance at the chat, you see everyone fangirling for hearing him say such things, but it seemed like this was a common occurrence.

This time you type in chat.

err0r_404: stream again soon and maybe I'll give you the other half.

A few others back up your comment and Insomniac lets out a low chuckle and you watch, mesmerized, by the purple lights flickering around his mask speakers with every rumbling vibration. "Interesting...well, that's all from me tonight kittens. Until next time..." With that, Insomniac ends the stream suddenly with a wink to the camera and it cuts off leaving you to stare at a screen that says 'Stream Ended.'

The giddiness you felt ended just as fast, hoping you didn't somehow fuck up Tamaki's laptop. Maybe, just maybe, you overstepped!

^*battery power low

Now, that was a notification you did understand.

Once again, you get up from your bed and walk over to where you placed your coat earlier to grab the charger Neito gave you, promising yourself to plug the laptop in, let it charge overnight and never touch it again.

Finding an empty outlet next to your bed, you plug it in and trail the cord back over to the laptop, noticing the screen is static-y now.

"Oh, I'm so dead," You hurry and plug it in, watching as the static freezes, the screen flashing white once more, before loading back to Insomniac's ended stream. It wouldn't let you exit out of the browser and in your midst of panicking about how you're going to explain this to Tamaki, the screen goes black, and you watch in horror as purple text starts to be typed out on its own.

Cryptic: who are you and how did you find this account?

"So. Dead."

~*~*~*~*

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