I'm slowly but surely settling into my new home in Sweden! All these Star Projectors and Star Lanterns really helped with the winter blues by transforming the various corners of my house into a whimsical starscape 🌟✨⭐ And they'll be available soon on my Kickstarter!
Bonus photo of my husky Nova living her best life 😂 I crocheted all the mushrooms and pumpkins for her little nest🍄
ENOUGH WITH THE PROTEIN MARKETING! PROTEIN POPCORN THIS PROTEIN WATER THAT NOT EVERYTHING NEEDS 50G OF PROTEIN OK. WHERE IS THE FIBER. WHERE IS IT. WHERE IS IT?????
break time lessons — kaiju no. 8, hoshina soshiro x f!reader, established relationship, reader is called senpai, dry humping, making out, self indulgent as hell, 2.1k words
"Am I interruptin'?"
You straighten automatically, sneakily waking up your monitor screen as you turn towards the sound. Hoshina Soshiro stands in your doorway, his face carefully blank.
"Of course not," you say. "Did you need something, Vice Captain?" Soshiro's expression cracks and you catch a glimpse of sharp canine, a flash of danger before his smile goes lopsided.
"Just checkin' in on my favorite senpai," he murmurs. You try not to react, but from the way his smile grows wider you know you've failed. "Didn't hear ya earlier on comms, and Okonogi-chan said you've been holed up all mornin'. Need a break?"
"You have more important things to do, Vice Captain." You force yourself to wiggle your mouse, like you're ready to dive back into the reports you've been wrestling with all morning.
Soshiro hums thoughtfully. He comes closer, and you have to fight to keep your breathing even. "I agree," he says, but your stomach drops as he reaches over to tug at your Defense Force jacket collar. You're wearing it unzipped, loose. It's too big on you otherwise. "That's why I'm makin' sure my senpai takes a break."
Heat rushes through you. "Would you please forget that," you mumble. "We were both drunk."
"Kinda hard to forget when I woke up with a missin' uniform," Soshiro says, grinning. "But I like how it looks on ya. I like this, too."
You freeze as his calloused fingers skim along your neck before pressing down on an unmistakable bruise. He's gentle about it — testing these new waters — but the heat that flares in his gaze makes you shiver.
"Sorry," you say. It comes out quiet, subdued. Soshiro tilts his head, dark purple strands catching the light with the movement. "I had an early shift that I forgot about. I would've waited for you to wake up, otherwise."
It's still so surreal to you — dating the Vice Captain. That he'd want you, that he'd been carefully making advances, sneaking his way past the walls you'd built up from relationships that burned you. Last night was your first night at a squad drinking party together, your first night sleeping in the same bed — and while you're still firmly in second base territory, you did let slip an embarrassing realization in the middle of making out.
"It's fine, senpai," Soshiro says lightly, but he breaks off laughing when you groan loudly. "C'mon," he adds, "I think it's cute."
"Quit teasing me," you grumble.
"Can't do that," he says, tugging at your jacket collar again. "But I'll make it worth your time. Ya got ten minutes to take a break?"
You have reports to finish, the bright screen of your monitor a blaring reminder of tasks undone, but — Soshiro tilts his head and grins, cute and disarming.
"What are you planning?" you ask suspiciously. You've worked together long enough to warrant the question. You can't help but think back to the time he invited everyone to eat at a specialty mushroom restaurant the day after a big fungi kaiju neutralization.
Your Vice Captain is intelligent, disciplined, and incredibly good at his job — but he's also a bit of a troublemaker. He'd never do anything to cause any real problems, but you've witnessed more than enough situations that ended up with Soshiro standing off to the side watching everything with a huge grin on his face.
"I just wanna recharge," he says, pulling you out of your seat with ease. You stumble into him, palms landing on his firm chest, blinking at the racing beat of his heart at your touch. "Can I hold ya for a bit?"
You nod, relaxing into his body. Soshiro is all dense, packed muscle, even beneath the soft fabric of his compression shirt, and you can't help but rub your face into the comforting scent of his clothes. "How was training this morning? The recruits doing okay?"
"The lil' fledglings are just fine," Soshiro murmurs. You feel his hands slide around your waist before resting at your lower back, keeping you close.
"I should return your jacket," you mumble. Soshiro's throat bobs as he swallows and hums in question. You can feel your own heart threatening to leap out of your chest. "You're a distraction, walking around in your compression shirt."
"Oh?" You can't see it, but you can feel him grinning into your hair. "That so?"
"Vice Captain," you say in warning, but Soshiro laughs and pulls back slightly to look at you. His smile is unbearably fond, clearly amused at your attempts to maintain your composure in the workplace. You can't help wrinkling your nose at him, sighing in defeat. "Hoshina-kun."
"I'll take my jacket back, but only if ya give me a kiss."
"We're at work."
"We're on break."
"Anyone could walk by and see us," you point out. Soshiro's canines flash as his smile widens, and you bite back a yelp as he abruptly grips the back of your thighs, hauling you up with your legs wrapped around his waist. "Hoshina-kun!"
"Yes, senpai?"
"What are you doing?" Your face feels hot, but it's nothing compared to the sparks skittering along your body as he kicks the door shut and carries you over to the low couch by the bookshelf. Sunlight slants onto the leather, warmth sinking into your skin as he sits with you firmly in his lap.
"Better?" he asks. This close, you can feel every shift of his body against your own, his thighs spreading automatically and forcing you further into his lap. You dig your fingers into his shoulders and try to breathe normally.
Soshiro hums, but it comes out strained. "Can I kiss ya now?"
You squeeze your eyes shut and nod.
He kisses you carefully, like he's still surprised he's allowed. His hand hovering by your cheek, a soft sound in his throat when you lean into it, into him. His lips are gentle, moving against your own and coaxing you open until you're panting into it, chasing his kisses every time he tries to pull back.
"This ain't fair, y'know?" Soshiro murmurs, squeezing your hip. He tastes like coffee, familiar and comforting. You sigh into another kiss and he groans. "Careful."
It's so easy to get lost in kissing him. So easy to chase the hot, molten feeling he ignites within you, all thoughts of workplace professionalism and private insecurities set aside for the eager way he reciprocates, the way he nips at your lip with a sharp canine and laughs under his breath at your answering whine.
Maybe it's all just the heady, sparkling lust of a new relationship. Finally being able to touch the firm planes of muscle you've always sneakily admired, finally allowed to give into your secret fantasies. You don't know how long his interest will last — sure, he likes you, but you've never been loved before, not fully, never been chosen over and over again in spite of it all.
Your fingers slip into his hair and tug. Might as well enjoy it all while you can. "Hoshina-kun..."
"Hm? Ngh— ah, wait a sec—"
Soshiro's hands are heavy on your hips. You blink, lashes fluttering as you take in his flushed cheeks. "What's wrong?"
"Nothin'," he laughs quietly, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours. Your own face feels hot. "But I've gotta say, if we're talkin' about distractions, my answer's gonna be you."
"Me?" It comes out breathless.
"You," Soshiro confirms. Abruptly he rolls his hips against yours, holding you steady as your core presses into the thick bulge in his pants.
You squeak.
Soshiro's smile goes lopsided. The peek of his sharp canine shouldn't affect you the way it does, but you shift in his lap, unable to help it, wanting more of him.
"Senpai," he says, "how're ya feelin'? Recharged?"
You feel... hot. Achey. You drag your hands down his arms, fingers pressing into his biceps and forearms until you reach his wrists. "You should help me with your jacket," you murmur, guiding his hands from your waist to your chest.
Soshiro freezes.
Your heart is racing a mile a minute — is this too much? Too forward? Maybe he doesn't like girls who show their desire openly... but you've been dating for a few months now, and he's just so hot — surely he knows how much he affects you? He can't expect you to hold back when he's got you in his lap like this?
"Are ya sure?"
You squeeze his hands, biting back a moan as he squeezes your tits with a shaky exhale. "Hoshina-kun..."
"Fuck," he laughs, gaze intent on your face as he tilts his head in quiet disbelief. "I'm the luckiest man alive right now."
You don't know what to say to that — what can you say to that? You tug him close, kiss him again, roll your hips against his bulge. Soshiro lets out a broken sound, thumbs at your perked nipples, tries to rub them through your shirt and bra.
You kiss him harder.
Soshiro follows your lead, and the rush is indescribable. Heavy, honey soaked, desire laden in every kiss and touch. His hands end up back at your hips, helping you grind against him, rocking in his lap. He pants into your skin, sucks more marks into your neck as you shut your eyes and chase the feeling.
Your panties are soaked, damp, sticking to your folds with every grind, the thick fabric of your uniform pants bumping against your clit as you make a mess of yourself. You're close —
Soshiro groans, hips stuttering — "Fuck."
He holds you still, swallowing down your whimper at the sudden loss of friction, breaths shuddering in his chest as he kisses you hard.
"Sorry, senpai," he mumbles. He rolls his hips into yours again. He's still hard. "Go ahead and use me."
You're too close to fluster at his words, your entire body too hot to disobey. Soshiro plants his feet on the floor to help, the rhythm relentless and precise, throwing you over the edge before you have a chance to warn him.
"You're perfect," Soshiro says reverently, tipping your chin up with his fingers so that he can kiss you again. Languidly, gently — coaxing you back down to him. The haze of pleasure fades slowly, and you sink into his arms, listening to his pulse race.
It's not the first time he's made you cum, but it's the first time you've cum like this. Sweat glides down the side of your face, and you wrinkle your nose into his collarbone at the sticky mess in your pants.
"I swear I just wanted a hug," Soshiro says lightly.
"And a kiss," you remind him.
"The kiss was just for my jacket, but I really do like seein' ya in it," he says. "You can keep wearin' it. I don't mind."
"Vice Captain..."
"Back to formalities already? We're still on break."
You want to roll your eyes, but you settle for leaning up to kiss him again. Sunlight warms the side of his face, catches deep purple in the strands of his hair. "We are way past ten minutes, sir. I need to change."
"Ah," Soshiro says. "Me too. Wanna have lunch together after?"
You blink. Did you soak through to his pants...?
"I'm all recharged," he says, lifting you slightly off his lap. It's embarrassing, how easily you flush at the easy strength on display. Soshiro winces. "But this is a new one for me," he adds, "ya sure made a mess of me, cutie."
"I'm... sorry."
Soshiro snorts. "Ah, well, that's a new one, too. Haven't had someone apologize for makin' me cum in my pants before."
Oh. "Sorry...?" you giggle. Soshiro's answering grin is soft. "I didn't realize... you were still hard, Hoshina-kun."
"I'm all wrung out, I promise ya," he says. "You're really someone special, y'know?"
"You don't need to do that," you mumble, flustered. "We're already dating."
Soshiro hums and seems to let it go, helping you to your feet and chuckling when you wince at the uncomfortable dampness in your pants. You both take a moment to readjust your clothes and hair, erasing as much evidence as you can. Soshiro squeezes your hand before releasing it and opening the door, mindful of being professional now that you're out of your bubble, no longer on break.
"That was a productive meeting," he says lightly, as a few members of the Third Division cast the two of you quick looks before scurrying along. He lowers his voice until you're the only one who could hear him. "After all, I got ta learn what ya look like fallin' apart in my lap. My untouchable senior, so respected in the Defense Force."
You clear your throat. "Yes, I think we both got a lot out of it, Vice Captain."
"You really do look good in my jacket." Soshiro grins, the flash of his canines bright as he pauses outside of your room door. "I look forward ta learnin' more from you, senpai."
Here's something from Margaret Killjoy. Not cropped to annoy those of you that loved cropped screengrabs. Also not cropped because I have better things to do and found all of this on Facebook, where someone other industrious soul copied it from Bluesky. If you haven't listened to Margaret Killjoy's podcast, Cool People Who Did Cool Stuff, I recommend it.
the wind chill right now is -40 - which, fun fact, is the same in Fahrenheit and Celsius.
We're getting ready to march.
Shit here is so bad. they kidnapped a 5 year old the other day and sent him to a Texas detention center within the 24 hours it took to find him. they're charging people who (peacefully!) interrupted a church service with federal felonies, under laws written to stop the KKK. They shot a white mom in her car 3 or 4 times and refused to let doctors help her. No one and no place is safe.
but let this be the turning of the tide.
the nazis invaded us in winter, let's make this their Stalingrad.
our heels against the river and their guns in our faces and here we stand, holding on until we can start pushing back.
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