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assistance please! | e.kirishima.

♡ pairing: eijirou kirishima x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.6K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: workplace!au, internship!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: eijirou kirishima loved being an intern, he had great co-workers, had a shot at his dream job, his boss had taken quite liking to him and of course, being the favourite intern had many, many perks.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, ( kirishima is in his twenties ), power dynamics, sub top!kirishima + power bottom!reader, heavy!praise kink, heavy!miss + mommy kink, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), oral ( female receiving ), squirting, tummy bulges, cumplay, creampie.

♡ author’s note(s): hihi everyone!! today i present to you my contribution to the bnharem on the job collab! i had a lot of fun playing with different dyanimics in this fic, i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!! make sure you chek out the other works from the other amazing creators!! <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

“oi! ‘shima! you’re needed in the boss’ office right away, she’s got important business for ya!, wants t’have a word. now.”

eijirou ducks his head politely in a sign of gratitude, thanking his co-worker and superior, keigo— for the heads up. keigo, or better known as hawks around the office ( for his fast speeds in completing work and luring lonely interns into his bed ), was a nice guy— second to the lady in charge and way too chatty. he was a bit of an air head, got the job done when it needed to be but that’s what kirishima was for, the replacement while keigo took his vacation time in the middle of the year like an idiot.

he wasn’t too sure why you kept the blonde around, he supposed it was because he was pretty but eijirou wouldn’t dare question you— he needed this internship if he was going to make it big in the sports news reporting scene. he’d been majoring in sports and healthcare at college, two years away from graduating when the opportunity to work for yn ln, one of the biggest sports journalists in japan had landed right in his lap. of course he was going to take it, of course he was going to do everything he could not to fuck it up.

in the cubicles beside him, the other interns try to muffle their giggles and titters of curious laughter as the red head gathers himself for the meeting.

“oooo, i wonder what you did this time,” kaminari teases from the right, leaning over his side of the cubicle to fiddle with the odd bits on kirishima’s desk. denki kaminari was another person kirishima wondered how the hell he got into the programme, but then again he was pretty to look at and brought a lighter air to boring office days.

“nothing! i’m innocent!” eijirou defends, hands releasing his files to fly up in defence.

the other interns, going by the names of mina ashido, kyouka jirou and hanta sero snicker amongst themselves at the interaction.

“don’t believe it, s’obviously more than nothin’ if you’re always getting called down’ta the boss lady’s office.” bakugou, another intern, grunts out with his nose deep buried in files for upcoming reports. he was a little too rough for the journalism lifestyle but got the job done. his attitude wasn’t for everyone. “they’re probably fuckin’.”

mina giggles and kirishima steps out into the paths between desks. “don’t be such a sourpuss ‘suki, just ‘cause you’re not her favourite.”

a lose ‘shut up’ is huffed, before katsuki turns to face his taller, buffer companion. “just don’t be late, bunch of us are goin’ for lunch later.” he adds and turns back to his paperwork.

“affirmative, catch ya later!”

the group waves the red head off as he heads to the elevator directing him to the main floor— this is where all the higher ups worked. the journey wasn’t unfamiliar to the intern, he wasn’t like the others and had the steps to your office memorised by heart. sometimes it was like walking home, to his comfort and sanctuary away from the stressors of work and the outside world— he knew that was bad, but you were so kind, such a sweet and understanding boss he couldn’t help but develop some level of comfort towards you.

to most, it seemed like eijirou kirishima was just unbelievably close to his boss, that you’d taken him under your wing.

he however, knew what you had, meant more.

a fluttering warmth spreads across the intern’s chest as he approaches the door to your main office and he knocks. behind it lay mountains of secrets upon secrets, things that kirishima knows about you that no one else does. the walls have hidden words, written across them in fonts of passion and admiration and it’s all that he can think about. you’re all that he can think about, and it’s still wrong. there’s a shuffling deep in the room and some flitters of paper here and there before your soft, velveteen voice breaks through the barrier between you. the one thing keeping you apart.

“come in,” you call smoothly and kirishima follows your orders swiftly, if not eagerly, entering the four walls of your office. ruby eyes dart across the room to locate your position and his heart skips a beat when he finds you, body leaning over your dark oak desk, papers scattered across it while you frantically sift through numbers and stocks and nonsense way above the level of a journalism intern. but even amongst the chaos, you’re beautiful— eyes sparkling with productivity, lined in little flecks across the colour of your orbs. the way you dress never fails to steal away eijirou’s breath— a tight fitting leather skirt that hugs your mature curves and a white blouse with the bottoms popped open— just enough for him to get a peek at your cleavage.

the poor intern has to hold himself back from blurring the lines of work and pleasure to shove himself deep into your chest, suck and lick at your plush breasts until he was high off the taste of your skin. but he wouldn’t do that, yet. not without your permission. “oh eiji baby, there you are!” you coo to the red head, bright smile stretching across blood diamond painted lips. you cross the room in three short strides, tall black heels clacking against the smooth white marble until you’re standing in front of and looking up at kirishima. “was starting to think keigo had ditzed like a pretty boy and had forgotten to send you my way, darling.”

eijirou’s cheeks flame at the smoothness in your syrupy voice, like sweet honey to his hears, the pet name striking a familiar heat deep within him. you always had a way with your words— enticing, almost like a siren calling out to him despite the taboo aura that surrounded what you had. whatever it was— he just knew it was more than your typical boss-intern relationship.

“even if he had, ‘m more than happy to be of service to you ma’am,” he responds almost a little too quickly, large hand rubbing the back of his neck and tugging at his baby hairs to ground himself.

you cock your head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “always such a helpful, good boy eijirou,” you hum, lips pulling into a devilish red smile and the praise causing a new spark of lustful electricity to crackle through the air. “i could use a little assistance, please, i have this awful meeting with the board today, spent all night preparing and couldn’t go home, i could use some stress relief,”

kirishima’s gaze becomes hooded as he looks down at you, a familiar and bright desire burning in the pits of his stomach. “oh yeah? sucks that the paperwork kept you up all night ma’am…” he trails off, choosing to let his fingers dance up and down your sides— snaking an arm around your waist to pull you into him. you couldn’t or you wouldn’t go home. he’s not sure if he cares about the answer right now— not when you tremble in his grip, itching for something, anything from him. “how long do you reckon we have ms. ln?”

“ten to fifteen minutes sweetheart, give or take,”

you grin widens, taking an impossibly closer step to your intern— pressing the swell of your breasts against his hard chest. he can feel your nipples pebbling through your blouse, almost visible behind the white fabric and god the way you look up at him— he can no longer wait, he needs you. right here and right now.

“will you be needing my assistance throughout, ma’am?” kirishima asks, voice dropping a few octaves until it falls into a low growl.

“i expect it. you are my intern after all.”

the words laced with deep huskiness, the proximity of your bodies and the rising heat in the room is what leads you both to tumble into the next series of events. before he can’t register it, your mouths are slotted together in a fast paced and sloppy kiss, kirishima’s body manoeuvres you around the office, marking out a familiar pathway to your desk—his tongue remains sliding over yours in rapid movements as he commits your taste to memory, refreshing those from the last time he had you like this. yet every time you kiss and his tongue glides over yours, you taste sweeter than before; like peaches and morning coffee— you feel softer in his grip, every dip and curve to your body like it was built for him.

eijirou can't stop thinking of that last time, tucked away in your office after dark when your dainty hands pawed desperately at his hips to bring him closer or scratched at his back from sheer pleasure— kirishima wants to see you like that against, using his own hands to tear through your shirt and send buttons flying across the room. something in him just wants to do good for you, have you ache for him and earn himself some of your sweet praise. even as you step and stumble towards your work desk, the red-head lets his lips break away from yours, connected by a string of your own saliva before he drops to your neck, lapping tracks over your skin with the temptation to bite down and paint it shades of deep purple and blue.

but there are rules that you both have in place; ways to keep what you have a secret and hidden away from the public eye so that you don’t lose all that you’ve worked for and so kirishima can keep being your precious little intern.

“jump for me, please ma’am,” he whispers heavily into the junction between your neck and your shoulders, breath laboured and warm against your skin that begins to shine with light perspiration. mindlessly, you follow his orders, jumping up while your fingers curl into the mass of red on kirishima’s head and ankles lock around his waist—his hands meet the backs of your doughy thighs, squeezing the flesh between calloused digits while you toe off your heels.

“eiji, you’re so good,” you manage between feather light breaths as they clatter to the floor as the pair of you somehow make your way to the desk chair, pushing and tearing the clothes from one another’s bodies— including your crisp shirt. now seated and left in nothing but your bra, you tug harshly at your intern’s locks and bring his mouth down to yours, allowing them to move together in a dirty, messy kiss. there’s barely any time for you both to mess around, for him to tease you until your limit and you’re crying out for any type of touch from him, so eijirou quickly

flips down your bra, exposing your chest to cool, air conditioned air—not even bothering to unclip the material as his fingers descend on your nipple, pulling and twisting them until your back arches from the stimulation. “hurry, please eijirou,”

obedient as ever, your favourite boy drops to his knees in front of the chair you stay slumped in and with his height, he still manages to tower over you, practically at eye level with hunger framing the ruby of his own. large hands knead at your plush thighs, hiking your skirt up and up to give you room to spread your thighs, cunt growing sticky from anticipation— all from a few measly touches in familiar places. but this is kirishima, and he knows how your body works from countless hours spent after the office closes up— using one another to blow off extra steam. he knows just what makes you tick and moan his name.

logically, eijirou knows that your meeting could start at any minute and even though you’re both in a stickler for time, he still wants to get a taste at your skin before devouring your most intimate parts. he’ll make time to explore every part of you, to assist you in your stress relief. “‘m sorry miss, yn,” he whines needily, watching your chest rise and fall with want, feeling your body heat up and twitch from the ghost of his fingertips across your blemished skin. “gotta have a taste of you before the real deal, hope’ya don’t mind…”

latching onto the left mound of flesh at your exposed chest, kirishima sinks the point of his teeth into the area around your nipple— just enough to graze your skin and pull a sweet mewl from your mouth. you’re both lucky for the soundproof walls, your head thrown back in a lewd moan he lets his pink tongue roll over your bud in vicious circles. heavy, fat globs of saliva pool over the pink muscle, pouring down kirishima’s chin and painting your skin with a slick shine. “h-how...how could i mind angel, not when you treat me s’good,” you heave, vision fading in and out due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure flashing through your body in waves of hotness. “always doin’ so well for me eiji, aren’t you such a good boy?”

“yes ma’am,” the intern confirms with a erogenous slur, pacified and content on his knees for you— sucking, licking and biting at your chest to his heart’s content. “‘m your good boy,” he corrects you, however. eijirou feels most happy when grazing his tongue over the swell of your breasts, watching your face carefully for any twitches of delirium, it lets him know how hot aroused he makes you feel— that knowledge shoots straight to his cock, rock hard in his slacks while the redhead watches his boss writhe in her seat all for his eyes only.

such a dazzling view, and it’s all for fucking him.

your perfectly manicured nails run through red hair, scratching deliciously at his scalp until you’re forcing his head back and pulling kirishima off of your breast with a pop. “as much as i love seeing a pretty boy suck on my tits like a baby, we’re pressed for time angel, gonna need you to speed it up a little,” despite the softness to your face and the sudden evenness to the tone of your voice, the words that you speak to eijirou are vulgar, nasty, and turn him on to his wits end. “want you to eat me out eiji, can you do that for me?”

shaking his head, yes, beautiful claret eyes shining with acquiescence, kirishima wipes the spit from his chin with the back of his hand— like the tainted, dirty intern he is. you sigh down at him salaciously, ready to tear his innocence apart all over again. eijirou was always so willing to please, both in his work and behind closed doors— you would be a fool to not take advantage of that. with brute force, your intern forces your legs apart, eyes rolling back in his skull from the scent of your sex, dripping with your juices right through your underwear and stockings. overexcited, he rips through the flimsy material at your cunt, exposing your panties for him to see.

“you’re so...so wet ms.ln,” kirishima comments observantly, not even bothering to pull your stockings the rest of the way down your legs, instead opting to pull on the whole until it’s wide enough for his mouth to fit. “smell s’good, bet you taste even better,” there’s a patch on the crotch of your panties, darker than the rest of the material from where you leak and without a second thought, the red head instantly surges forward to lick a stripe over it, letting out a choked gripe as the taste of your cream from over the fabric invades his tongue.

you let out a shrill cry, hips jumping up at the first brush of his tongue against your untouched, clothed pussy. you wriggle even as kirishima holds you down, needing the heat of his mouth against you before your meeting starts. but he’s so good, so well trained, reaching up to your hips to yank your panties down in one fluid motion. leaning forward, kirishima savagely buries his face between your doughy thighs, hiking them over his shoulders from beneath the desk. his nose bumps against your clit, swollen from the lack of touch as he greedily inhales your scent once more— without warning, the intern kicks a stripe up the length of your pussy, sucking your juices into his mouth and smiling against your heat.

“d-don’t tease baby, be good for me,” you remind kirishima, your body trembles with anticipation, craving an orgasm to expel the stress of your work days out. the boy between your legs only hums, the sound running straight though cunt and vibrating against it, causing you to gush and spill your arousal out onto the leather seat beneath your cheeks. eijirou feasts on the slick that seeps from your fluttering hole, gliding his tongue up and down your sex, allowing the occasional pressure from his nose to stimulate your bundle of nerves.

the pads of his thighs burn marks into your legs, using them as leverage to pull your heated core further into his mouth, “can’t help it ma’am, y’got such a pretty pussy...s’only right that i worship you…” eijirou breaths right against your puffy folds, eyes trained on the way your hole clenches around nothing. a primal urge flares in his chest, a desire— no, a need— to see you filled with something, any part of him that can make you see stars and fuck you dumb. “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry you jus look s’fucking pretty miss…”

attaching his lips to your clit, the redhead pushes the spit gathered on his tongue right over your sloppy sit, hazy ruby stare watching as his saliva mixes with your juices and slides over your empty hole. he follows the oozing trail with his tongue, lapping it up and spewing it back into your sex until the pink muscle slips past your entrance— slipping inside of you with no prior warnings. your knuckles that grasp the arms of the chair as you’re spoiled between your legs by your top intern, his hands snaking their way around the tops of your thighs to spread your sticky pussy lips apart in order to bring more of you to the cool air of the office.

“you like this don’cha? dirty little boy,” you tease the poor boy, watching as his cheeks flame with embarrassment. “being a naughty little intern between your boss’ thighs all to keep on pleasing her, keep your position at her company, huh? fuck eiji, you just love miss riding your naughty tongue—ohmygod—“

the way you sound, voice smooth like chocolate over the obscene slurping that fills the thats air heavy with the scent of sex and, makes eijirou’s cock jump up, precum oozing from his tip as he begins to rut against the hard floor beneath your desk. he makes an attempt to respond, but your thighs lock his head in place and his words come out muffled against your core. “mph, luh it, you’re s’sexy, please ma’am—“ he mumbles sordidly against you, practically humping the ground at your feet as you pick on him.

for a brief moment, kirishima pulls away to watch you roll your hips into nothing, hot tears beginning to brew into our hooded eyes from the satisfaction he brings you with every flick and flit of his tongue against where you need him most. written in your eyes is the command to keep going, your hands twistingly sharply in red roots to bring the intern back to your sluice, spasming cunt. so he does as he’s told, shoving his tongue deep inside your ribbed, iron hot walls and dragging tip along them to collect and taste strings of your viscous juices.

biting your lip, you do your best to hold back a voracious howl, bucking your hips feverishly into your intern’s face and staining his cheeks with everything that you have— he thrusts his tongue into you to the pace of your own hips, moaning against your slippery slit until your eyes are rolling. “gonna cum from this eiji, from you eatin’ me out like this...jus need a little more— need your fingers pretty boy,” you can feel the twist of the knot in your lower tummy starting to unravel, signifying your oncoming high, and the room starts to spin while kirishima eats you out with new vigour.

“yeah? miss? you’re gonna cum for me?” the intern practically whines and pulls his tongue from your hear, almost crying as his hips thump against the floor desperate for friction. “wanna see you come undone s’bad, please cum for me, please, please—“ eijirou chants, replacing his tongue with two of his thick digits, watching as your slick cunt stretches around them accommodatingly. he jackhammers them inside of you, grunting lowly underneath the slaps of his palm against the meat of your ass, as he returns to your clit to suckle on it hungrily. his fingers curl instantly in search for the spongy spot inside of you— bearing down hard against it once it’s located.

“oh—hah, right there baby— right fuckin’ there—!” you squeal, only egging him on as white starts to cloud your vision, everything sounds so nasty and wet, while eijirou stimulates both of your pleasure spots. it becomes hard to breath, legs wobbling around his broad shoulders, but your intern doesn’t let up, determined to bring you to cloud nine.

“that’s it ma’am, right there—you’re almost there, can feel you clenching around my fingers...please cum, fuck i want your cum, wanna taste you so bad, cum. cum. cum!” and that’s all it takes, eijirou’s pleading voice between your thick thighs to make the coil inside you snap and for your orgasm to wash over you. you convulse in your chair, nectar gushing freely from your raw and overstimulated cunt, spewing all over the redheads face as he continued to lap at your clit to ride out your high.

but he doesn’t stop there, scissoring his fingers deep within your velvet walls as you continue to cum, making you shake your head and wail from the high levels of ecstasy.

“please eiji—n’more, can’t, no—“

“you can miss, i know you can—fuck you look so pretty when you’re about to squirt for me, please…”

as quickly as your first high ended, another one comes crashing over you in harsh waves— rocking your world as clear liquid floods from your pussy— the sheer force of you squirting, pushing kirishima’s fingers out from your tight, sappy hole. your release hits the floor with a crude slap, both of you moaning loudly almost for the whole world to hear. he doesn’t stop sucking, clearing up your pretty cunt even as you fade in and out of consciousness from pleasure— he stays lapping at you with burning, languid strokes of his tongue between your folds even as you weakly attempt to answer the phone now ringing from your desk.

clearing your throat, you muster up the strength to sound professional over the line before picking up the phone and bringing it towards your ear. “good afternoon, this is yn ln of shinku sports reports, bringing you the latest sporting news, how may i help you?”

‘this is the board, we need to discuss this month's stocks and reports.’

from the corner of your eye, you can see kirishima rise from his place underneath your desk— standing tall over you once more while you converse with the directors on the other end of the phone. as quietly as he can, the redhead tears through the buttons on his shirt in a similar way to you, prior to you fucking and unbuckles his slacks. he pulls down his boxers and pants in one go, revealing his thick, hard girth that stands tall and slaps against his stomach— tip an angry shade of red as precum smears across his lower belly.

you nod into the phone, forgetting that the board can’t see you as kirishima lifts you from the chair and lays you on your back across the desk littered with unread papers. “ah yes, i’ve been expecting a call from you…” you whisper so quietly instead, not caring if they’ve missed what you said. you’re hardly paying attention, choosing to wrap a fist around eijirou’s cock, slickly pumping him to prepare him to take you— he parts your thighs, eyes closing and body shuddering above you while you continue to converse with the board.

spreading the droplets of precum across his slit and iron hot tip, kirishima takes his cock from your grasp— heavily slapping it against your sensitive and swollen clit to see you jolt up the desk. “gonna fuck you so good miss, jus’ be good ‘n stay quiet for me okay?” he says, a whimper catching in the tail end of his words. you nod to him, rushed and way too eager, laying your head back on the hard wood your swimming gaze settles on kirishima as he taps the head of his cock against your hole, teasingly pushing it just past your entrance before withdrawing again.

‘ms. ln, are you still there? we really are pressed for time so we would love to start by discussing interviews for the next issue—‘

you forget that you’re still connected on the line, settling for wriggling impatiently underneath your intern, who’s caramel tinted skin glistens with sweat and his cheeks begin to flush with unadulterated desire— all from watching the way your puffy folds lube up his shaft with every push through them. you can see him losing his resolve, just as sensitive as you since he’s been holding back an orgasm and without the hint of a warning, eijirou’s hips jump forward and drive his cock into the deepest parts of your sex— brushing against your cervix. you gasp out in surprise, finally losing focus and barely manage a more comprehensive response to the board you have waiting on the line. “y-yes!— yes, yes, i’m still here… you may proceed with the meeting.”

he’s big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever had— and you’d seen a lot being a woman of your caliber this high up in the industry...but no one could compare to the way your sweet, doe eyed gentlemanly little intern filled you up, fat cock stretching your walls even with the shallow thrusts into your cunt he gives you to adjust. the weight of his girth sits heavily inside you, twitching as kirishima slides into you easily due to the stickiness lining your gummy walls, breath shaky and uneven as he holds out for you during this time. you can tell the poor boy isn’t going to last long, fingers sinking into your thighs with a harsh grip while he tries to hold himself back.

such a good boy, always waiting for your every command.

‘so we’d like to talk about the main feature for next month’s issue, do you have anyone in mind?’

the monotone voice of the board member is drowned about by kirishima’s shaky breaths above you, his pleading puppy dog eyes while he stills himself inside your spasming, puckered hole— he waits for permission, following orders like a trained pet even though he can hardly stand it, overwhelmed by the flutter of your sex around him and heat from your body despite thrown over the desk. “y-you’re s’warm...god ma’am...need to—need to move,” the redhead huffs weakly in order to keep himself quiet, a line of sweat dotting his brow. “please,”

you sit up on the desk, legs locking around his slender waist to draw him closer, sheathing more of the poor boy inside of you until he’s completely bottomed out and balls deep inside your pretty cunt. he drops his neck to your shoulder, tongue lolling over your salt licked skin before biting down to pacify himself, sharp teeth almost drawing blood while you adjust the cord of the phone. “i was thinking…thinking that we got the hockey player— the oylmpic champion…” your eyes drift to kirishima’s complacent face, giving him a nod to start moving while he sucks another bruise further down his onto your collarbone. “t-touya...touya todoroki—!”

you hiccup but play it off with a cough when kirishima pulls back his hips, so far that his girth completely leaves you, before he drives himself forward with one powerful thrust and fills you right up again. looking down, you see him bulge in your tummy, the line of his girth prominent against your body— slightly dwarfed in kirishima’s arms. you rock your hips, coaxing your intern into your warmth to help him build up a momentum of thrusts.

‘sounds like a good choice, do we have anyone who could interview him? i believe we can have PR set up an interview this week.’

the desk creaks below you, hard wood groaning along with the red head who hides himself in your neck, squeaking pathetically as he moves inside of you— precum smearing along your gummy walls that welcome his hardened shaft. your pussy opens up for eijirou like it’s welcoming him home, still growing used to the pleasure-filled burn and stretch of him pushing in and out of you. the nerves on his head catch amongst your inner ridges, making his toned body shake in ecstasy.

“m-ma’am, feel s’fucking good, so fucking good...” your intern hums against your salty skin mawkishly, large palms dropping to the flesh of your ass— kneading it to bring you closer to his body— cock barely leaving you due to your proximity. with slow strokes, eijirou fills you up, painting you with what leaks from his tip— prodding at your cervix and brushing up against your sweet spot in ways that make sweet nectar dribble from your hole.

your digits curl in his hair once more, the phone slipping from between your neck and creating rustling on your end. “eijirou,” you sigh breathily, humping back his cock while you squeeze around him selfishly, keeping your intern inside of you. “i-i mean eijirou kirishima, he’s an intern— such a… a good one at that…”

a immodest whimper brews in the base of eijirou’s throat, bubbling against his bruised lips while you shower him with praise, indirect to him, hand snaking up to the back of your neck— tangling in your baby hairs as he pulls you up to a sloppy kiss, slotting your mouths together and running his tongue over yours. “f-fuck mommy, ‘m i your good boy? please tell me yes, fuck, yn— ma’am,”

kirishima’s voice rises in octave as it does devoir and pathos, vulnerability stays written across his handsome features as he succumbs to the mind break the heat of your damp, creamy core as he fucks into you. you throb at his use of mommy, shakily pulling the phone away from your ear to reach up to his own, nipping the earlobe and tugging on it gently. “you’re my good boy baby, keep being good eiji, be quiet...you gotta stay quiet if you want to keep fucking mommy okay? you wanna cum inside me right?” you say, words aberrant and low toned on your tongue, your intern hisses and whines in response— nodding his head again and letting out a barely coherent ‘yes’. “then shh, baby, let mommy talk yeah?”

“hm’kay,” he babbles, dropping his ruby framed gaze to where your bodies meet, hiking your skirt further up your thighs to get a better view of your cunt staining his heavy balls with a layer of your slick.

‘ms. ln, are you sure that you want an intern to cover this case—’ the board begins to ask you, muffled from the distance away from you both.

picking up the phone again, you pull the line towards you again— mindful of capturing eijirou’s weak little mewls over the device as he languidly pumps himself in and out of you. “i know what i—fuck, what i want. eijirou, will be—oh— on the case. that's final.” you huff, watching your intern fall into a pussyhaze, his precious mind fogging with thoughts of only painting you white inside and out as a reward for helping relieve you of stress. the slow roll of his hips into yours are accompanied by the soft slaps of his skin against your own, wet and sticky— determination to make you feel good crackling across his mind.

‘there’s no need to curse, ma’am, do you need a moment to recollect yourself before we proceed with discussing the other features.’

“i’m fucking fine,” you growl, in anger or need you don’t know. but kirishima frowns, you can feel it as he start nosing up your cheek— swiping his tongue over areas of skin he hasn’t touched just yet— he grunts possessively , unhappy with the use of your title coming from anyone other than him. to prove his point, he pushes your thighs wider apart, letting you drip all over the documents sitting below your ass and ruining the ink— important or not he starts a brutal pace into your cunt and presses down on your tummy so you can feel exactly where eijirou is inside you and know that only he can make you feel this way.

‘ms.ln—‘

“i’m fine. keep going.” you grit your teeth, biting your lip to hold down your panting— again you don’t know who you’re speaking to. your intern who slows the movement of his hips, postponing in and out of your tightened hole, clamping down on him eagerly or the stupid board member giving you grief on the phone.

they proceed to talk, barking out suggestions to your sports magazine, that you hate— even considering bringing in good for nothing athletes who’d treated you like shit in the past, and you’d sworn to never work for them again.

but it’s almost silly, how kirishima lets out small moans of mommy and ma’am, trying to keep your attention on him like you would give up grinding down on your intern’s dick for some prissy member of the board over the phone— but you love the slight possession eijirou has over you, moulding your iron hot walls into the shape of his fat dick that presses up against your pleasure spots, makes you convulse and drawl and become addicted to everything that is him. eijirou kirishima.

“takin’ me so good, so well ma’am...don’t think i can hold on anymore…please,” eijirou warns you, losing control of his body as he takes you for his own like he’s done many times before after hours— your gazes lock, you can see his desperation to ruin you, moan for you despite the people on the phone and the people outside your office.

if he grows too loud, he could give you away— they could be listening in to your poor needy little intern humping you like a feral dog and whining your name. and as much as that thought makes your hole spasm around his fat cock, make his thrusts stutter and eyes screw shut while you moan in sweet, almost silent harmony, you love your job and so weakly, you take two of your fingers, shoving them deep into eijirou’s mouth as it hangs open in heavy pants of warm air. you press down on his wet tongue, fucking into his mouth in tune with the pace of his hips plunging deep within your walls, churning up your syrupy and sticky insides.

“keep quiet, baby,” you hiss to the redhead, who’s eyes start to brim with fresh hot tears from the overwhelming pleasure. “let mommy take care of this, yeah? finish up so you can let it all out on me.”

he sucks on your fingers to calm himself down, shallow breathing while he paws at the flesh on your sides and circles his hips into yours— letting his leaky tip bare down on your sweet spot and forcing the air out of your body. white hot pleasure flashes through your bloodstream, replacing any air of professionalism flooding through them. you can’t, you physically cannot hold back either of your orgasms— you can’t concentrate as your mind starts to fall away with the world and your gaze hones in on the way kirishima takes your fingers in his hot mouth so deep in an attempt to hush himself.

the coil in your tummy begins to unwind and the room swims once more. ‘ms.ln is everything okay over there— we need to progress with his meeting if we’re—‘ the annoying board member sounds underneath kirishima’s sloppy groans, saliva dribbling down the sides of his mouth. your dirty, good boy.

“i’m going to need to take a rain—hah— a rain check on this meeting. you’ll hear from me when my interns and i are ready—“ you huff, cutting the staff off and quickly throwing the phone onto the hook, you’ll have keigo deal with the consequences later but for now you focus on kirishima who picks you up by the ass, lifting you up and down on his cock in frantic movements as he finally loses all connections to his control. “ohmygod—eiji baby, slow—fuck, down—“

he shakes his head, latching onto your collar bone as he revels in the way you leak down his shaft and drip between his balls, lewd squelching sounds fluttering through the air hot, sex scented air at full volume. “‘m sorry ma’am— i can’t… i’m really close, i really need’ta cum...please ma’am...mommy, i’ve been good—please let me cum...“ eijirou groans heartily, from deep in his chest as if he’s finally releasing what he’s been holding back— arms flexing and the sweat from his body slicking up your own.

limbs shaking you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your foreheads against one another, while you nod. he worked so hard to make you feel good, all day long to do the best job that he can— pressing small kisses to his lips encouragingly. “you can do it baby, one last thing for me— fill me up eiji, cum for me.” you whisper between bites and sucks on his lower lip, lined with a vibrant shade of red.

“cummin’, cummin’...miss yn, mommy—!” and then his hips come to a halt, his dick pulsing as waves of his cream line your insides with an opaque white, thick and seeping down your thighs. his fingers drop to your sensitive cunt, slipping quick circles over your swollen clit to bring you to your high. his cock never stops pumping in and out of you, pushing his seed further into your sex while you writhe and fall over the edge into your orgasm— gushing so hard you force him out of plugged and full hole.

losing his strength, kirishima collapses on top of you, pressing out both to the hard wood seat which you’re surprised is still standing, his lips pressing fleeting kisses across your face and neck while you both come back down to earth.

and then he looks up at you with a weak smile, “did i do good?” he asks you lazily and almost sleepily— refusing to budge from laying atop you and almost crushing you with his weight.

pushing back his hair to soothe him. “always eiji, you’re not my favourite intern for nothing,” you coo at him, pulling him up to press your lips to him in a soft kiss.

“i sure hope you don’t have any other favourites, i want to be the only one who assists you like this,” kirishima says, remaining tangled with you for a moment more in your office, content with snuggling into your exposed and bruised side.

you share a sleepy giggle, intending to clean up later— eijirou completely forgetting about the lunch he’d promised the other interns after your meeting.

oh well, assisting you was a much better treat than spending time with any one else.

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Hero

Prompt taken from @witterprompts "I know I'm bad, but I'm not selfish. I know this world needs a hero as bright as you. I can't take that away from anyone."

Contains some additional character mentions from @snow-covered-moon ‘s Shuri.

Also borrowed a quote from @witterprompts.

Also some Endwalker spoilers after the return from the Moon. So if you are not pass that point skip over this story. Contains some subjects that can be hard.

This is long but I’ve been working on this when I’ve had time and energy to work on this.

Kivera is use to the nature of her role, in death, as death. She hardly bats an eye anymore when she has to act on it. Her mind buzzing for days with the inevitable calling that is presenting itself. She feels the world dying, her attunement in the world lets her feel it, and her eyes see the constant threads of life severing off left and right.

She sits back watching things unfold, contemplating whether to step in, if she should step in and change things. She’d anger the fates, and their designs. She almost scoffs a laugh at the idea of upsetting their carefully constructed webs. They’re not there to witness what she sees on the normal basis.

A reprieve between Radz-at-han’s people learning to control their emotions, the last of the dyanims beasts dealt with. The orb in her scythe full with those that were cut down. The bodies they use to inhabit warped and changed because of their fears.

Kivera has seen this before, when she was called to Amaurot. She sat back the same way, just out of sight, miasma up to ward off anyone approaching her. Waiting for the dam to break, waiting for hell to break loose itself so she can begin. She’d know by then that it is too late to save it.

She was never meant to play the hero role, yet she does on behalf of her successor. She could rewrite the fate of a single star. She contemplates it, she wants to see what happens. Even now as she hovers the orb between her hands, it hums with her thoughts, remaining a beacon for the fallen.

“You’d be wise to not sneak up on me.” Kivera turns her head enough her awareness higher. She notices G’raha approaching her. He almost shrinks back seeing the orange in her eyes instead of the vibrant green.

“We managed to stop them enough from turning. Still some are scared.” Kivera turns her attention back out to where the remaining beasts are, being dealt with by Estinien’s lance, and Thancred’s blade. They were the last ones, the fallen’s eyes shift again from orange down to in between green with a touch of blue to show her own sorrow.

“Of course they’re scared. and I wonder for how long. We can’t constantly be here.” Kivera fixes the orb back into Antares, she’ll have to go back to the underworld for the fifth time that day.

“We’ll take what small victories we can achieve. At least the changing has stopped, and they’re starting to figure out their emotions of despair are the triggers.” G’raha looks up at her, Kivera had perched on top of her scythe’s blade, she looked more like a witch than she does an angel. She found a space where she wouldn’t scare the others. To not add onto the reality of death looming around.

“I wouldn’t use the phrase victories. There isn’t anything to celebrate.” They exchange looks, her reminding him he’s in the presence of an underworld servant and not to speak like that when she hasn’t ferried souls yet. G’raha steels himself.

“I know it isn’t anything to celebrate. Just bad phrasing, we’re taking what we can get around them. To not look grim that we haven’t found a solution yet. The oddities of what dynamis is except emotion.” Kivera drops down and collects her weapon. G’raha sees a range of emotions from her whirlwind in her eyes, flitting from green to yellow, red, even the whites of her eyes brief to match her anger before she lets it subside down to green tinged with orange in the centers.

“What about you, have you decided whether you’re going to help us? Or let this world burn? You said you needed time to decide, now we need to know. Are you on our side, or are you against us?” G’raha stares at her with the same resolve he had in the tower. Clear of himself and convictions. Kivera narrows her eyes.

“Why do you remind me so much of him. Selfless... and willing to sacrifice yourself.” Under her breath, leaving G’raha to wonder who she is referring to.

“You’ll meet him one day, and I’m sure you two can be idiots together. Running off nearly getting yourselves killed all to be heroes.” Kivera turns her gaze out to find Estinien and Shuri. They needed her answer too. Would she lend her scythe to them or on them. Did she love them enough to change and extend the life of a star she’s assigned to end.

“I’ll give my answer when I meet with you back at Sharlayan. I need to take them to their next plane.” She raises her scythe, and G’raha gets it.

“How many more linger here?” He sees her lift her head to meet his eyes.

“Too many were lost in that outbreak. It’ll take three more trips.” She answers him honest, she doesn’t disclose her worlds matters so easily. Maybe it is a sign of her trust extended.

“We’ll meet up soon, and await that final answer. I hope for our sake you’re on our side. We already know we’re not a match for you.” G’raha sees her fold her arms letting the blade of her scythe cross towards her side.

“You’re as bad as Thancred sometimes. You miss the clues already. You’d know if I wasn’t on your side. Looks like the crowd needs you down there.” The mild joy could be heard.

“Aren’t you joining us to take part of it?” He’s met with red eyes mirroring his own.

“That would not be wise since I spent the duration of time away. They don’t need a reminder.” Kivera snaps her fingers to create a gate for herself.

“You can act the part of a hero once in a while, so others don’t think ill of you.” Kivera shakes her head.

“Unwise. Again, they don’t need a reminder. Besides that “victory” is for heroes not for beings like me. "I know I'm bad, but I'm not selfish. I know this world needs a hero as bright as you. I can't take that away from anyone." G’raha sees her walk through the gate lingering to hear his words.

“We’ll meet up later then.” Kivera narrows her eyes in response. She has alot to think on. She needed to make a choice, one that decides a fate.

Once she sets foot at Acheron, Kivera lets those trapped in the orb free, handing them coins for payment to Charon. The circumstances of their deaths did not allow burials or them to be given proper rites. She couldn’t deny them passage when they were flooding the underworld’s shores.

“So tireless lately. Still dealing with Garlemald’s souls, still dealing with those lost in The First.” Kivera is frustrated with the ceaseless work, young and old, rich and penniless, all were treated equal. She has an opportunity to stop the underworld so overrun.

“Seems they have an answer?” She lifts her head to a voice she hasn’t heard in a while. Kivera meets the stare of Aiden, the other person that irritates her the same as G’raha and Alphinaud. He was a mix of both together.

“How would you know? For all you know I could have decided to end them.” Aiden folds his arms.

“I know because you hate senseless killing. And this seems like senseless to me. Besides you’d never subject the ones you love to horrific fates if you know you can change them.” Aiden assists in helping smaller souls into a boat to ferry, he had been helping those going to Paradise.

“You and that damn miqo would get along with how you two probe me like this.” Kivera shakes her head, offering a grin.

“But you do know me well, I was not one for sitting idly by, while I can do something about it. Maybe I should give the underworld a break?” Kivera looks out along the shores, they were overrun, with the way some faded into nothing she is glad she can catch the few before they turned into beasts that look like they came from her domain she watches over.

“So like Purgatory...” Kivera feels a pull in her energy, a call to her. She recognizes the sound in Divinity’s bell. Something changed and Kivera gives Aiden a tired stare.

“I think you have your answer. You wouldn’t allow countless and unneeded deaths if you have the opportunity to change it. You do still retain alot of your former self after all.” Aiden walks pass her letting his hand pass on her white feathers. A subtle nod to her former rank.

“I was one to be a bit of a rule breaker. What’s one star? Even Antares could use a break from collecting so much. I feel almost in my fledgling days all over again.” Kivera hears the ping again, and without hesitating any further she dashes off back to Etheryis.

Kivera focuses realizing the call is not within the city but outside, where she can see a swarm of beasts and flames. She doesn’t worry about those who see her, and drops down on a few creatures in front of the small group of her own. G’raha, Thancred, Estinien, and Divinity. She notes another draconic beast like the worm they fought earlier.

“No wonder you were frantic.” Kivera can see Divinity breathe relief, G’raha had exhausted his mana, and Thancred was winded. Estinien could easily fend it off and Divinity was tasked with healing others. Kivera takes time to look at the group before focusing on the creature.

“Such trouble they are... all from people who give into their despair. Warped beyond recognition, and further seek relief from the pain.” She observes a few encroaching on her, Thancred about to lend his help if it weren’t for Divinity to hold him back keeping them all in a protective ball of light.

“She does not need our help. We need hers.” Divinity tends to Thancred to heal injuries while Kivera takes a good look around her. She lures these creatures out and away from the group, her pace above a sprint.

“G’raha, Thancred. Here is my proposition.” The reaper changes herself with horns and eyes glowing amber under the red sky. She points one hand up while the starshowers keep coming down.

“Do you have a choice in accepting my help? Your answer right now determines whether I will help now or leave you to the inevitable.” Kivera swirls a foot on the ground to create a miasma to keep the beasts back enough but roots entangle on their feet to keep them in place.

“You’re right, we don’t have a choice. So let’s stop it together.” Kivera smirks at G’raha’s words, and gets to work with pulling the beasts down into the ground while using her scythe to rend them to nothing.

“Wise decision. Are you still too much of an old man? Or are you going to help now?” Divinity lifts her shield on them and they all get to work to help end the ones already turned into beasts, while Divinity tries to calm down the ones who haven’t, leading them away from the violence.

“I knew you would come to our aid. But can you not cut it so closely next time?” Estinien chides her a little, when he lends his lance for her to stand on to deliver a power attack on the worm beast.

“I’ll think about it. Are you worried I’ll betray you all?” Kivera looks down to him while perched, letting the arch of the heels hook onto the pole itself.

“I know you wouldn’t unless you know it is something you can’t interfere with. You have your reasons, and you’d never willingly betray us this late in helping.” Kivera lets her eyes flit between green then back to the yellow she is using.

“You know then. I was going to help regardless of everyone prying, but sometimes the scion’s have to get a physical answer.” Kivera jumps to end the current mob of beasts sending a shockwave of flames unstabling their spirits. She uses a similar method when dealing with the mass beasts of Purgatory. To dissipate the bigger in hopes of collecting the souls of those already lost from being devoured.

Kivera works fast to find a main source, noting how some of them are almost of a hive mind, similar to the sin eaters, but only with hunger to drive them. She’s reminded alot of how between the undead beings and purgatory beasts they are. She briefly wonders if Kiya is fairing well against those that plague Ishgard. She knows her abilities are as strong as hers, she gave her that shard of herself. Kiya would never allow a rampage in her own, just as Kivera wouldn’t allow one to remain where she walks.

The reaper ascends to the sky and delivers a massive barrage of pure energy on main sources of mobs. It works to subside the changings, while they work on getting the survivors free of the epicenter.

Kivera looks at the surroundings on her group, and lets a sigh escape seeing far too many in the main vicinity. She takes her weapon and tosses it down so the snath is embedded. From where she hovers in the air, she creates a sphere to contain the beasts.

The small party looks up to see her stand on her scythe, while a stranger is pulling the guys to run to the center where Kivera stands.

“She could have at least ported you guys outside, damn her!” Divinity is already under the arch of Kivera’s scythe with Estinien having seen this ability before, while G’raha, and Thancred are being pulled by Aiden dragging them almost as Divinity forms a protective ball around them.

“Who are you!” Thancred looks at Aiden, then glances up to Kivera who is already focused on one of her annihilator attacks.

“Saving your arse apparently. Just word for wise, if you see her throw that scythe for any reason. You’ve two options, run away far and fast from her, or towards her. Name is Aiden.” Aiden adopts the form of a red headed miqo, dressed in ravel keeper clothes, and adorned with gold horns. He tugs Thancred down further getting them all to crouch right under the arch of Antares.

“Aiden, you know she wouldn’t hurt them.” Divinity reminds him, and Aiden points to the blade as Kivera finishes setting up the attack, lightning concentrated within her scythe, concentrated in the air itself.

“I know, it’s the best seat to watch her though.” As he finishes his words, Kivera lets loose the attack, a concentrated blast of fire and lightning, engulfing the area around to snuff out the remaining beasts in the area. The air inside the sphere is sapped out, Aiden taps on both Thancred and G’raha to look up at Kivera, and a sight they won’t forget.

Kivera looks exactly her namesake, angel of death. She is glaring down at Aiden, crimson irises while a swirl of purple lightning surrounds her and them. Her weapon changed to something else even resembling something an angel of the heavens would use.

Once the attack subsides, the ashes she creates lifts and Antares changes back into the former scythe they recognize. The land around them is scorched from the flames that already were blazing, but the rest of the forest remains where they thought it would be nothing. Beasts were gone to nothing, and those that were trapped in the sphere she created were unharmed. G’raha and Divinity break away instantly to go tend to them, while Estinien and Aiden run off to fight the remaining beasts in other areas. Thancred remains behind having witnessed the reaper use a catastrophic attack while not harming those around her, or those still fleeing.

“You could have done that from the start you know?” Thancred chides, and she only gives him a stare.

“Remember, there are certain things I can and can’t do. Those already meant to die in this.. you know my laws are absolute.” Kivera reminds him, before she agreed to help them.

“It’s good to have you on our side now.” Kivera lowers the intensity of the glow in her red eyes down.

“You’re still an idiot. I’ve always been on your side. Who do you think kept you alive for so long? Kiya may have helped in The First, but I did keep your spirits tethered.” Thancred shakes his head at her reminder.

“And ever grateful for your help. I won’t ask further, but I also won’t make you regret turning your scythe to aid us.” Kivera eyes him then folds her arms leaving her scythe to act as a beacon for the fallen.

“Good. I have a lead I am going to follow. You go assist this world while I traverse others.” Her eyes flit back to green.

“We will be waiting and doing our best from here then.” Kivera collects Antares after the orb is full again already.

“You’re in good hands with Aiden. I’ll send you one more. Three of my kind should be more than enough to protect you and yours. You’ll have Divinity, Aiden, and Killian. Keep watch over Aiden. He tends to rush head first and nearly get himself killed.” Kivera uses a bell to summon this other person, a lance in hand, almost close to Estinien and gives Kivera a weary look at being summoned here.

“Understood.” Killian only needed a look from her to know what she is doing. Thancred and Killian head off to help where they’re needed. Kivera leaves them to break another taboo, time. To traverse its river to find answers on dynamis.

“Kiya, be glad we swapped places. Now I know this was not your path, but mine.” Kivera’s thoughts are wild as she follows the lead she has to search a time period, the remaining link in Elidibus, and one more.

Kivera tenses feeling the swirl of emotions from Shuri, they met up together at the entrance to the Ocular. They also entered the room together, Shuri being quiet while Kivera handled the coordinants. She had her own on her plate the whole duration of events.

Kivera handled any matter that related to realm shifting and time or death, while Shuri helped among with Estinien and the selected few she trusted without doubt.

They barely had a chance to sit down together after Lilith returned fully, let alone bond, it was almost like they were looking at different people. Kivera looked like her name sake, as an angel of death, Shuri resembled more of her former unsundered self.

Both drawn to the small room for the same thing. Answers. Kivera sought to save a star, Lilith and Shuri sought more of who and what she is. After Elidibus leaves the two together, Kivera looks to Shuri, she had to warn her.

��We may uncover truths that are hard, and they must happen regardless. You might see my hand be destructive again, since we’ll be reliving that past before the sundering. I hope you know, the me of that time is not the same mind of who loves you today. Do you trust me enough to guide both you and Lilith?” Kivera presses her forehead to Shuri’s.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you. I am aware of what might be ahead. I need to know.” Kivera lets Shuri run her hand on the white feathers, the only other person even allowed to touch them.

Kivera closes her eyes letting herself feel the whirl of emotions within her own self and from her partner with her. They were both on the same path in the end to save the star they call home.

“I know, I just have to go through my normal warnings. Tampering with time does have its limits and we’re here for dynamis to understand the changes of emotions. At least to give the scion’s answers.” Kivera could cut things off here, doom the star to its path. Shuri grasps Kivera’s hands sensing her uneasiness in changing fate for a world.

“This is entirely your choice to help us. I can go it alone from here if you are still struggling with the choice. I need to go through that gate.” Kivera lets her eyes shift from their green hue to a flit of purple.

“It’s not easy to do this, go against what I’m suppose to do. I’m not suppose to be a hero, I end them... I shouldn’t be doing this.” Kivera stalls them longer to keep her forehead to Shuri’s. Sharing with her memories of a distant past for the reaper, a flashed warning of what time meddling can do in losing the memories of someone she loves, and have to watch from afar them to live happy.

“Yet you are here with me, you know that this world has so much more life left in it. I seek the answers that lies in Elpis for my history, and what I really am. We must go now, otherwise Estinien is going to get himself killed on the field.” Shuri reminds Kivera of their shared love, the one that brought them in together and further to be almost inseperable.

“Right, forgive me, it’s been a while since we had time like this, specially with the world the way it is. Let’s go, I’ll guide our hands together.” They both share a brief kiss, Kivera leads through the gate, set for a time period to learn how to alter this worlds fate.

Traversing the shards and rivers of time is natural to her, she’s seen it many times with her coming and going to different worlds. She views the different memories as they drift pass her and Shuri, she glimpses some of Shuri’s, some of Lilith’s with Lucifer in Amaurot, each playing through her mind like a movie reel, recorded in her own mind. She can see tears to Shuri revisiting shards from Ardbert, some of her own drift to Shuri. Allowing her to see Amaurot through her own eyes.

Memories of Shuri’s tribe flit in, from when some were captured for experiments, some completely wiped out from Garlean forces. Kivera had no hand there, she doesn’t kill senselessly or participate in massacres. The ones involved in ordering and have died since then have passed through her domain on Purgatory where they reside in one of the regions she designated for those that participate in such wars.

Kivera doesn’t hide them from her, she never did anything wrong with her hand involved with sundering an entire realm and star. She saw a world dying, and she was the one meant for it. The former angel lets an internal laugh at how one role she played would mean she gained more people the cherish in her time again. One step below committing an ultimate taboo to her. She would never do that unless it was Vanth. She’d defy that one to her very last breath.

“While we drift through. It’s important that I express this, part of my role as a guardian I have to say this. I know I touched on it briefly at the threshold. We do not interfere with the past. We let the roles and everything play out as they’re meant to be. The one exception you and I have, is gaining knowledge from this time. If either of us are caught violating this condition. We know the outcome.” Kivera’s voice as she speaks echoes through their space, Shuri able to hear her out loud, and in her soul itself, resonating.

“I know Kivera. We know. You have a role, and so do we. We won’t do anything that jeopardizes this opportunity.” Shuri speaks on behalf of herself and Lilith. She understands that Kivera has to talk like this, and toss warnings about her realms laws.

“I know you won’t budge even for me if it came down to it. I wouldn’t make you either.” Kivera glances back to her, green eyes flit between purple and gold.

“Thank you for understanding.” There is a warmth in the echo that speaks into Shuri’s soul, while the space around them is devoid of sound.

“I’ll be splitting us into two parallels upon our landing. You will experience the same path I will, but for the sake of things, it is how it must be done. You have to uncover the truth the same as me alone, without me interfering with your progression. I will keep an eye on you through our tethers. If you should need me, just call my name.” Kivera grips Shuri’s hand brief before they pass through the shard they were searching for.

“Make me proud.” Kivera’s voice rings through before she resumes her role as her charge’s former self in Hecate’s similar while retaining her own appearance.

“I for once will have hope that this truth to learn will be beneficial.” Kivera uses the reprieve time she has before she’s discovered, letting things play out how they’re suppose to.

“The underworld will understand. This star does not need to see horrors akin to Hell on earth. Not even I will tolerate a mad apocalypse like this.”

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