#and then subsequently broke it

[duckyjeb]

Looking back at the mond archon quest and I'm wondering if they really needed the holy lyre in the first place. We know that Venti is fully capable of summoning Dvalin using his regular lyre, so why did he claim to need the other one? What's the difference between the holy lyre and the one he is currently using? Anyway, I am now fully convinced that they didn't need the lyre in the first place and Venti just made the traveler get it cuz he was pissed at them for ruining his first attempt at connecting with Dvalin. And then it just kind of spiraled from there.

[red-garden]

Shen Yuan is two things:

1) chronically ill

2) rich rich

He couldn’t count on both hands the number of health scares he’s had, but he fought years to move out of his parents house and live independently!

…. Until he was found half dead by his sister and nearly died in the hospital. No one even knew until she showed up.

The smart thing- the thing his parents want- would be to sell his apartment and move back in so his family can watch him. But frankly, Shen Yuan was reaching the end of his 20s. He didn’t want to be 30 in his parents home being scolded for buying yet another anime figurine and fussed over all hours of the day by nannies.

So, like the adults they were, they compromised. Shen Yuan could live independently IF he put together a complete staff of live in specialists to help him. He had a few months to do so, and all had to be thoroughly background checked.

Which is how he ended up with an old estate filled with specialists who all bore striking resemblances to the cast of Proud Immortal Demon Way.

(SY endears himself over the course of months to the entire modern cast of svsss and collects them to live with him and be generously financially supported. Additionally he finally tracks down the hack author of PIDW and keeps him as well, taking away the financial strain so PIDW can achieve its true potential as art.)

[valeriley]

Regarding this post about 2 double tennis players who broke up and then went on to play and win together...

It is SO Arthur and Eames!!! And maybe not just in a tennis au but also in the canon universe.

Like, I can so see them breaking up when Cobb had to flee and Arthur decided it was better for everyone if he followed him, not out of great disagreements or big fights and hurt feelings, because Eames agreed Cobb was too dangerous for himself and others to be left alone, but purely for practical reasons. For Arthur to have one less weight on his shoulders (more or less) and be able to concentrate on the task at hand (he kept an eye on Eames anyway of course, it's his job), and to protect Eames from being used as leverage against Arthur while also allowing him more freeway to act on the side to smooth over any messes while looking less suspicious (come on, he was 'coincidentally' in Cobol's backyard after that mess of a job), because what bitter person would help out his asshole ex?

Neither of them like it really, and Eames resents Cobb for forcing their hand this way even though he doesn’t even know about the ruse, but they're too careful and calculating to not take every precaution they could think of while also do what ought to be done. It was the lesser of 2 evils in the rush of the moment.

[zafiro-anyejo]

very few 'parenting' things frustrate me more than parents who give their screaming kids an ipad, but I think "emotionally neglectful for 20 years and then wondering why their kid isn't thriving/adjusting to adulthood well, so they try to make up for it by being an overbearing helicopter parent" might take the cake.

[akkivee]

press f to pay respects 😔🙏

[kavehayati]

happy birthday to the only Genshin guy to have a thirst trap as his promo trailer

NdiewosksksksDNEIWOWLDKSKSKSKDD HES SO PRECIOUS ??? HES SO ADORABLE OH MY GOD 😭😭😭😭😭 pls ☹�� PLSSSS COME TO ME 😭😭😭😭 also what a loser tea >>> coffee

[tortoisebore]

heyy i was going through the asks and i saw a pic of your cat and he/she is lovelyyyy 🤍🤍 but i saw them wearing a collar with a bell hanging and i don't know if you know this but bells are really bad for their hearing and it decreases their special hearing abilities over time so it would be better if you took it off the collar

(sorry if this comes off as rude but i love cats and i want them to live their best lives always)

hi hi!! i love my kitty so so much she’s so evil and sweet and naughty and conniving and soft she’s like if a cloud had a pink nose and was also a teeny tiny gremlin 💘🤩🥰💖😭💕💞

about her bell: i did a bunch of research on collars and bells and name tags when i adopted her and made sure to get her a quick-release collar with a lower pitched bell (i find the high pitched/kitten ones so annoying lololol) that makes more of a plasticky sound than a metallic one. it’s also not very sensitive, so it doesn’t jingle every time she moves. like right now she’s sitting here next to me having a nice bath and her bell isn’t making any noise at all!

she lives exclusively indoors, so the bell won’t interfere with her hunting/surviving outside, and she doesn’t have trouble with anxiety or sensitivity issues that might make the bell uncomfortable for her. she does however do a lot of hiding and snooping and getting into things she’s not supposed to (re: she’s naughty & conniving), so the bell helps me figure out where she is in my apartment and makes sure i can find her when she’s creeping around and getting into trouble. it also makes me feel better to know that i could find her quickly if something like a fire alarm goes off or a pipe bursts in the building (this happens often in the winter where i live, it’s super annoying) and i could get her out of here fast if i needed to.

i love my cat so so much & i promise she has a wonderful life! she gets a ton of attention and treats and loads of playtime, she has lots of warm, sunny nap spots and more toys and puzzles and cozy places to sleep than she could ever want! she’s basically my evil little child (my mom calls her her granddaughter 😭) and i take her well-being very seriously, and i hope u know i’m not just brushing off your concerns 🫶 i just feel confident in the decisions i’ve made for her. thank u for bringing it up, and i’ll be on the lookout for any signs that she’s becoming uncomfortable or that her health is being impacted 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

(pic to round it all out bc she’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen)

[waggle100]

My headcanon that Sway hasn't signed his extension yet because he wants a clause keeping Ully in Boston

[dabihaul666]

THIS IS so difficult bc first and for most I have to draw. absolutely necessary. That cant change.

2nd of all . What I draw. If I have to choose. like ofc i love getting 4 notes from mutual but the hit of fucking (insert ur substance of choice here) from twitter notes idk man. thats very strong.

[naeshira]

Sometimes there’s facts that you know, but you don’t really understand until it really sinks in that it also applies to you.

Like. I know that people enjoy learning independently. Like, not with schooling, and without being graded or trying to earn a degree or a job. I knew that. I encourage it, actually. But I just had the realization that I can do that too! I can do research just for fun! I can learn about something and not think about how to turn it into an article to publish or a doctoral thesis I’m never gonna write! Hell, I could learn about something and then just write poetry or make a collage about it as my own personal form of synthesis of information. I gained research skills in academia, I can use them for fun if I want to.

Kids read non-fiction books all the time and enjoy the process of learning. That’s a skill I’ve lost and plan to build again. How exciting!

[hell0mega]

i exclusively only fly Southwest if i can help it and they have only been good to me. they are always nice and work out everything (i mean EVERYTHING, you don't have to do anything, they will figure it out and then tell you where to go) if there is an issue, and apologize the whole time. i used to travel a lot and always ALWAYS had issues and no empathy from other airlines, so we said fuck it, SW only from now on, and have had no complaints for 15+ years. southwest fucking w

Nearly every flight in the U.S. is grounded right now following a CrowdStrike system update error … but not Southwest Airlines flights. Southwest is still flying high, unaffected by the outage that’s plaguing the world today, and that’s apparently because it’s using Windows 3.1.

Good lord. I don't know if I should laugh or cry over this.

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ When someone tries to imitate you or take your place 

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone 

(tw: general mentions of violence and intimacy, swf. Old ask suggested by the lovely @pandaquick, better late than never)

Your position in the Fatui is a much more personal and delicate matter. You are not just some high-rank advisor or soldier idling within the Zapolyarny Palace, nor can you be defined as another Fatuus. You are someone of a different echelon - a Harbinger’s beloved, safeguarded with the utmost honor conferred by Her Majesty the Tsaritsa. It is no secret your significant other would utilize a whole army to protect you, but what happens when someone, in their foolishness, forgets that?

✧ Pierro was the first to notice that someone tried to imitate you. An individual of high status endeavored to emulate your work and areas of expertise. Subsequently, this individual began to adopt aspects of your appearance, from hairstyle to clothing. However, the breaking point occurred when this foolish person attempted to purchase an identical jewelry brooch to the one you frequently wore. It was a similar piece, one gifted to you by Pierro.

Except that imitator missed one important clue - Pierro orders you custom-made silver adorned with deep-cut sapphires that would put the Tsaritsa’s crown into shame. A one of a kind piece.

This cheap attempt to imitate you and usurp your spot was what forced The Jester to abandon his silent observation. His gaze has long caught the envious glances directed towards you whenever you accompanied him on meetings, whenever he linked his arm with yours, whenever he generously kneeled beside you to put his coat over your shoulder and keep you warm from Snezhnaya’s cold - the same individual, always seething with resentment. Thus, it was time for the Director to silently act. 

He kept tabs on this person via a network of spies, gathering intel on their behavior and intentions. And with the most skilled spies raised from the House of the Hearth, it didn't take long to have a whole pile of evidence right on his desk. And with the simple snap of his fingers, he effortlessly orchestrated the apprehension and subsequent banishment of the culprit, sparing no unnecessary words. Hearsay will not be tolerated in the Fatui, but to see some lowly scum tarnish your reputation by cheap mimicry then it’ll be his responsibility to weed out. 

“Pierro, dearest, What's wrong? You seem so deep in thought.” - Your gentle murmur broke The Jester's train of thought. As he lay in bed, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over you, he reminded himself that he was in the comfort of your love. He doesn't have to mull over the bloodied ordinances when he feels the warmth of your skin underneath the covers.

“Apologies, my divine. It seems my mind was drifting to troubling thoughts. But it no longer matters when you're here.” - Thus, he gently planted a kiss on your forehead and tucked the covers around your body which harbored marks of his devotion earlier that night.

✧ Il Capitano clutched the hilt of his sword in resolution. Something was wrong and he could see it. The Harbinger was in the middle of his morning spar with you, a regular training session where you and the Captain warm up as a routine. He stood in a defensive stance, his movements fluid yet measured as his sword received blow after blow from your weapon. You, on the other hand, moved like a silent tempest, your strikes precise yet frustratingly urgent.

It was unlike you to be so unsteady, noted Capitano to himself, especially when fighting. Despite the unspoken patience, an undercurrent of concealed despondency and anger laced your body language. 

“Alright, my dear, I can feel your unease. What troubles your heart?” 

You shook your head, panting as you almost faltered. You insisted on continuing the training session, but it was clear your brave facade was almost crumbling. 

“It would be foolish to continue. And I care about your well-being. Please, confide in me, my beloved.”

You tried, you really did. But before you know it, your lips pursed into a thin line and a flood of tears escaped the moment you shakily lowered your weapon. Now the Captain was on full alert, rushing towards you and gently supporting you before you could hide your tearful face in shame. With an arm around your trembling form and much persuasion - you relented and shared the source of your frustration. A newly enlisted soldier had undergone thorough training under the tutelage of Il Capitano, and their impressive advancement was unmistakably evident in their unwavering dedication. However, this individual began to devote more time to the Captain, delving into military intelligence and climbing the ranks. You genuinely felt joy for the new recruit, truly. Yet in timid humiliation, you had to confess you felt obsolete as if your power alone wasn’t enough for a harbinger of his caliber and ranks.

“Ah, my dear, you are far from weak. My time with the trainees is merely a duty, a part of my job as the 1st Harbinger. But when it comes to you, my dear, your might and wisdom are incomparable. You don’t deserve my ranks, you deserve my life laid before you.”

But whatever gentle words of affection were coming out of the Captain, your next words of truth made him halt at once. “... At least, that’s what the recruit told me when we spoke. That I'm weak.” 

“...What did you say?” 

The gentle armored hand on your shoulder now tightened in restrained anger, fury flaring within his chest. Capitano now understood: your tears, your sudden insecurity, your doubt, your silence… It wasn’t coincidental. This recruit who was so conveniently rising in the ranks made sure to aim not just for the Harbinger. Specifically, you; to sow self-doubt onto you and hinder your precious relationship. Someone was deliberately bullying you.

You looked up at Capitano’s dreadful silence, asking him what was wrong.

“It… seems, my dear, someone has crossed an unforgivable line. One that would cost them their life dearly. And I am to blame for not noticing when harm and doubt came your way. I must amend this transgression for your forgiveness.”

You blinked in response, not having time to comprehend the severity of his words; It’s hard to respond when your beloved suddenly kneels and bows like a knight on duty. In the end, Capitano ushered you to take a day off and let your mind rest easy.

The next day, Capitano returned home early but was eerily silent once more. He stayed with you the whole day, like a hawk overlooking his nest, his arms crossed but his touch gentle. Although he claimed nothing was wrong, you received news that certain recruits were gone, and any upcoming soldiers that would come into his care would receive even stricter training from now on. That day, you wondered why some Fatui soldiers feared talking to you. Not to mention the armor around Capitano’s knuckles seemed faintly red-tinted.

The Fatui organization was a constant battle of powers and ranks. But to climb the ladder and meddle with the life of The Captain was a personal offense, one that would result in quick and unapologetic bloodshed. Nevertheless, he made sure to remind his soldiers about that. 

✧ When one of the folks working under Il Dottore as a lab analyst approached you, you didn’t expect them to call you names so suddenly. You stood there, confused and apprehensive at the sudden barrage of insults from the stranger. But they explained:

“You don’t do anything when helping during research, you know! I don’t even know how The 2nd tolerates you when you’re this useless. I’ll tell you what, quit your special-treatment act, and don’t come back to the lab. The Doctor is better off with someone of his level of intellect.”

You didn’t fight or defend yourself, you didn’t even insult the assistant. Instead, you smiled simply  - “Very well, I won’t. Good luck.”

That day, you turned and left. The frustrated lab analyst was left in confusion but thought they succeeded in eliminating the only obstacle left to get closer to the elusive yet powerful Harbinger. After all, what the hell do you even do at his lab? You exchange a few words with Dottore, maybe sporadically point at what to do, and remain seated in the back, resting as if you were the Tsaritsa herself. The audacity. How come Il Dottore never kicked you out?

Well, it didn't take long for this person to find out.

The next day, naturally, Dottore couldn’t find you when he proceeded with work. You were neither at his study, nor at the lab, nor at your favorite corner of the library. It was barely noon, and receiving your warm greetings was his routine. And the Doctor always follows the agenda.

“Where are they?” 

His question was brief but pointed, and his subordinates knew exactly who he was referring to. They could sense the tension in his voice. The only individual privy to the reason for your absence smirked smugly and responded.

“Hmph. It seems they decided not to come, Lord Harbinger Dottore.”

That was their first mistake because The Doctor caught on to the haughty smirk coming from his new analyst.

“And you know so certainly how?” - he quickly gestured to a nearby Fatui servant with a flick of his wrist. “Send in servants to check in on my behalf. I wasn’t informed. If my darling is feeling tired or unwell, bring their preferred refreshment immediately, and ensure it is warm.”

However, this displeased the new lab assistant, as even while you were away, Dottore was still dotting on you as if it was his second nature to do so while he was busy with work. Thus, they cleared their throat and spoke up:

“They… barely accomplished anything in your presence, doctor. So I advised them to leave, to which they agreed. Pretty straightforward, s-sir.” 

“Oh? Did you, now” - A burning rage, like never before, flared up within Il Dottore. With clenched teeth and a rigid jaw, his voice oozed with venom. But any seasoned lackey working under Dottore knew that this was the calm before the storm. Because soon, an echo of shattering vials and slammed objects would ring out from the laboratory. And in your absence, nothing would prevent the doctor from showing a bit of despotism. 

Much later that evening, after everything was set and done, the servants informed him of your whereabouts. Il Dottore briskly made his way through the Zapolyarny Palace to find you. Spotting you tucked away in a secluded nook of the palace, he hastened over, anxious to ensure your well-being, fearing you might’ve withdrawn due to the influence of some blabbering lowlife. 

“Dear! There you are… No one has the right to speak to you like that ever. Are you alright? My dearest, why did you not tell me immediately?! I would’ve-”

Dottore’s frustrated rambles come to a halt when you place a finger on his lips to shush him. You didn’t look despaired, in fact, you looked calm - “Zandik? Did you have another tantrum in your lab while I was absent?”

The doctor gulped, remembering his place. Calming his senses, he placed his hands on your waist and ushered you closer to his arms.

“... Perhaps. But I had to. How could I be certain that no one had harmed you? Why did you comply with that impudent fool? You should’ve gone to me first.”

“Well, it was unpleasant to hear the insults, sure. But…" - you glanced apologetically and a knowing smile returned to your lips. "I knew you'd find out and deal with the issue very quickly." 

✧ You and Pantalone were an odd couple. You didn't hail from a rich background, nor were you well-versed in the art of business and finance. You were more proficient in adventuring, your travels taking you to all sorts of journeys and commissions, a polar opposite from your beloved Pantalone. This led to raised eyebrows among the aristocrats of Snezhnaya. How can the richest man of Teyvat, who lives and works in prestige, be associated with such a simple person as you? For some, this gave the impression that they had a better chance of winning him over.

Thus, once upon a night, Pantalone was invited to a luxurious soirée. Here he was, clad in his finest suit, silver rings complementing his equally expensive optics. But to the Regrator, the jewelry adorning him was the least of his concerns - because you were the most precious gem in this gala. You accompanied him, although reluctantly, feeling out of place amidst the grand assembly of extravagant guests and the languid orchestra.

“Pantalone, do we have to…? I know you said this is not a business party, but there are so many guests already lining up to talk to you.” 

“Oh do not fret, my sweet. Evening galas like these are where the real negotiation and connections entail. But I know the details bore you, so I promise we won't stick here for too long. Besides, I get to introduce you as my one and only!”

That's exactly what you were afraid of. As a company of some esteemed noble ladies adorning elegant gowns, you had difficulties matching Pantalone’s polite smile. Overwhelmed by the scrutinizing gazes of some guests, you politely excused yourself to the bathroom. Pantalone was concerned, thinking of following you, but that was exactly what the guests wanted. 

You spent a long while by the hallway alone, trying to stabilize your breathing. The muttering of guests enjoying drinks and strolling was faint, but you could hear some people nearby:

“How can the 9th be with someone like them…? Surely it’s a joke.”

“A charming, rich man like him, and he can have anyone he desires. Yet he wastes his time on a simpleton?”

“Someone was definitely in it for the Mora, maybe he hasn’t seen real class. Quick, let’s go talk to him while he is alone.”

You stood with your back to a wall, and for the first time, uncertainty crept in. With fists clenched by your side, you reprimanded yourself that you are not alone. You came here with your significant other - and he, above all else, knows that gossip has no place in your shared private life. Hence, gathering up your courage, you raise your head high and strode back into the gala.

Pantalone, unfortunately yet expectedly, was surrounded by the same foul-mouthed nobles who wished to impress him. They prattled on about his financial success, while ladies fanned their folding fans and stood too close for his comfort. While they humored him, The Regrator cast hurried glances around the gala in search of you. Where are you?

“Lord Harbinger, may we offer you more champagne? I am sure this expensive bottle is up to your taste.”

The 9th attempted to hide his frown at the woman's tone, his stomach unwilling to ingest any drink some excessively elaborate name. “No thank you, I’d rather decline. I am waiting for my dear. I promised her a dance later this evening.”

“Oh, please sir, I insist. The night is young and there is plenty more for-” 

Before the woman could continue, your voice cut through the air; calm, yet unmistakably firm. “He said no. Simple enough to understand.”  

A hush fell over the gathered guests, the weight of your words settling like a sudden gust. Only Pantalone beamed with a genuine smile. “Ah, dear! There you are,”. The Harbinger was about to step back towards you, when the same lady suddenly blocked his path, her back facing him while her tone edged with defiance.

“I beg your pardon, but I’m afraid the question is directed towards Lord Harbinger Pantalone. I am sure you wouldn't know the pleasure of tasting a 500,000 Mora champagne from Fontaine.”

You recognized the snark in her tone directed towards you, and you couldn’t deny the anxiety twisting in your gut as eyes narrowed in your direction. However, with a shake of your head, you reminded yourself who you truly are and simply said: “Sheesh, lady, you spend that much on a drink that tastes worse than sparkling water? To each their own, I presume”

Her smile vanished. The guests stared in stunned silence, but it was Pantalone’s genuine laughter that pierced the tension. The sound was rich and real—because only he knew how adept you were at humbling an overconfident aristocrat with a dose of blunt truth. That’s how Pantalone managed to push through the crowd and circle his arm back around your waist, leaving the astonished onlookers behind.

“Ah dear, you’re a savior. I apologize I dragged us into this unpleasant company…” - he confined to you apologetically as you two walked away. “You always knew how to be sincere in your honest way.”

“It’s not like I meant to pick up a fight…" - you sighed. "I simply couldn't bear the humiliation, Pantalone. I'm aware that some people give me strange looks when I'm with you. They regard me as if I'm some peasant standing next to a powerful Fatui harbinger. That I'm nothing. That's why I couldn’t just hide, I had to step up to defend myself.”

“Oh, darling… My sweet, precious darling.” - The two of you left the manor that hosted the soiree, the chill night breeze muting the faint sound of guests and replacing it with a symphony of cricket noise from the garden nearby. Pantalone's fingers intertwined with yours.

"You are not just 'nothing' - you're my everything. You did not come from riches, and neither did I. You of all people know that. Would I really hold respect for some rich fool who didn't know an ounce of hardship when Mora was all they had since birth? No, dear, I wouldn't."

With a tender hand, he rested his palm on your waist, gently guiding you along the cobblestone path as if leading you into a slow waltz by garden roses in the night.

"Besides, you should never be ashamed to seek out my help. Although I must admit... Your tone earlier - oh my. Use it on me more often, darling. I wouldn't mind." 

[theinfinitedivides]

'can’t we just go back to the way it was before we met that woman?' Ryang Eum angst alert i repeat Ryang Eum part two My Dearest angst alert

[sayruq]

My grandmother Naifa al-Sawada was born in June 1932. A beautiful girl with blue eyes, she was the only daughter to her parents. They were originally from Gaza but moved to nearby Bir al-Saba, where Naifa’s father Rizq worked as a merchant. She did well at school and in 1947 obtained the necessary certificate from the British – then the rulers of Palestine – to attend university. She did not do so, however. Her father was fearful about what could happen to her at a time when war in Palestine appeared imminent. At a young age, she married my grandfather Salman al-Nawaty and went to live in Gaza. Between 1947 and 1949, Zionist forces expelled approximately 800,000 Palestinians from their homes. Among those directly affected by the Nakba – Arabic for catastrophe – were Naifa’s own parents, who fled their home in Bir al-Saba for Gaza. Having witnessed the Nakba, Naifa encouraged her own children to defend Palestine. Naifa gave birth to four girls and six boys.Like so many mothers in Gaza, she experienced great loss. Her son Moataz went missing while traveling to Jerusalem in 1982. It is still not known what happened to him. Another son Moheeb, a journalist, left Palestine for Norway in 2007. Three years later he traveled to Syria. In January 2011, he went missing. The Syrian authorities subsequently confirmed to the Norwegian diplomatic service that he was imprisoned. But he has not been allowed to contact his family.We do not know his current whereabouts or even if he is alive or dead. My grandmother witnessed the first intifada from 1987 and 1993. On the streets around her, youngsters with stones and slingshots rose up against armed Israeli soldiers in tanks and military jeeps. During that time, her son Moheeb – the aforementioned journalist – was held for more than a year without charge or trial. That infamous practice is called administrative detention. My grandmother lived close to al-Shifa, Gaza’s largest hospital. She took great care of arranging everything in her home with her delicate hands. She used those same hands to comb her hair into braids. She memorized the Quran and took great interest in the education of her children and grandchildren. On 21 March this year, Israeli troops broke into my grandmother’s home. The soldiers displayed immense brutality. They ordered the women in our family to evacuate on foot and arrested the men. They would not allow the women to take my grandmother, who had Alzheimer’s disease, with them. The soldiers claimed that my grandmother would be safe. That was a lie. The invasion of my grandmother’s house took place amid Israel’s siege on al-Shifa hospital. My grandmother’s house was destroyed during that siege and she was killed. Her remains were found days after the Israeli troops eventually withdrew from the hospital earlier this month. She was killed – alone – in the same house where she had lived since 1955. We do not know if she suffered or if she died quickly. We do know that she was older than Israel’s merciless occupation.

[sailortongue]

Consolation Prize

pairing: kenji sato x reader

summary: kenji sato doesn't handle losing well, but if your body is the consolation prize then maybe it's not so bad

wc: 2k

cw: porn with, like, a teaspoon of plot, oral (m receiving), pinv, praise, unprotected sex, breeding kink

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You watched as the timer on the scoreboard ran out, signifying the end of the game and subsequently the Giants’ loss. It was a rare loss, one that would definitely have Kenji in a sour mood. He prided himself on being the best of the best and didn't handle losing very well, especially not to a rival team.

The ride home was a silent one. You glanced over at him in the passenger seat to see him with his hands clenched into fists and a scowl marring his visage. No matter how much you complimented his performance, he always shot your words down, going on about how he could have been better and citing instances that he felt were examples of poor decision-making. You sighed and refocused your attention on the road, opting to let him stew in his frustration. Sometimes people just need to be upset for a while to feel better.

By the time you arrived home, Kenji seemed to have calmed down, but there was still an annoyed furrow in his brows. You placed your purse on the kitchen counter before turning to him with a gentle smile and pulling him down to your level to place a sweet kiss on his forehead. With his face between your hands, you said, “I’m so proud of you, no matter the outcome of the game.”

He pulled your hands from his face and nuzzled it into your neck, placing a kiss at the juncture of your shoulder. “Keep going,” he whispered, releasing your hands and placing his own on your hips.

You swallowed thickly, trying to regain the focus he had so quickly stolen from you.

“And you’re an amazing player.” He hummed, placing another kiss higher up.

“And you’re an amazing boyfriend.” He smiled against your skin, planting another kiss against your jaw.

“And I’m so lucky to call you mine.”

That was all it took to have him surge forwards, crashing his lips onto yours. You gasped, Kenji’s sudden energy taking you by surprise. The grip he had on your hips tightened as he pulled you closer. He pushed his tongue past your lips, swallowing every sound you made in response to his actions. A tap on your legs was enough for you to take the hint. Arms draped across his shoulders, you jumped up. With you securely in his hold, he carried you out of the kitchen and to your shared bedroom. 

He wasted no time in plopping you atop the mattress, situating himself above you; he needed your lips back on his the way he needed oxygen to breathe. He lifted the hem of your shirt up and took your breasts in his hands, continuing to kiss you fervently. You moaned into his mouth, the weight of his toned body on yours a reminder of just how big he was.

He broke the kiss to fully remove your shirt, tossing it without looking or caring where it landed, but he quickly redirected his attention elsewhere. You threw your head back as he peppered kisses up the smooth column of your neck and slid his hands up your side and over your bra, cupping your breasts again and squeezing them gently. “Kenji,” you whined out, the sound of you saying his name like a sweet melody to his ears. He removed one hand and slipped it behind your back, his fingers toying with the clasp of your bra. As soon as it came undone, Kenji wasted no time ripping it from your body as well. He pulled away from you just enough to drink in the sight of your bare chest, a carnal groan rumbling from deep within his chest. 

“God, you're so perfect,” he rasped. Eyes still trained on the perfection in front of him, he pulled his own shirt over his head before reassuming his position.

He lowered his head to your chest, his lips latching onto your nipple as his left hand tweaked the other one. You gasped, arching into the warmth of your lover. Kenji had made it his personal mission to excel both on the field and off of it. If he couldn’t excel on the field today, then he would make damn sure to excel on you in the bedroom. Your breath hitched after a particularly brutal suck, your reaction causing him to chuckle against your skin and switch to the other side, his warm mouth replacing his hand. Once he felt satisfied with his ministrations, he began trailing slow, sensual kisses down your abdomen until he reached the waistband of your shorts. He brought both of his hands to the front of the material as he kissed his way back up, removing your bottoms all the while. 

The sharp sound of your zipper being pulled down cut through the sound of your heavy breathing, and your shorts were soon being guided down your legs and ultimately joining your discarded shirt somewhere on the floor. He raised himself until he was kneeling, looking down at you and reveling in the fact that you were all his. “My pretty girl,” he breathed out quietly, nearly awed into silence. His praise sent heat straight to your core, the wetness already beginning to noticeably soak through your panties. You wanted more than anything for him to bury his face between your legs, but tonight was about him. When he leaned over you to resume his ministrations, you pushed against his shoulder with one hand as you raised yourself up with the other, urging him onto his back.

You settled yourself between his legs and mirrored his actions from just a few moments ago. He watched you attentively with baited breath as you successfully tugged his pants downwards, bringing some relief to his aching cock still straining against his boxers. Before you were able to remove his pants entirely, he kicked them off himself. Impatient to feel you against him, he sat up just enough to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you back down with him. Your hands splayed against his bare chest to support yourself, and he chuckled at your shocked expression, waiting on you to make the next move. 

You trailed your hands delicately down his chest as you kissed every inch of his exposed skin that you could, making sure to leave no part of him unappreciated or neglected. You continued kissing your way down his body, his eyes trained on you the whole time. You flicked your eyes up to meet his once you leveled yourself with the bulge in his boxers. He had propped himself up on his elbows to look down at you, his mouth open in complete awe of the sight of you and his breath coming out in quick pants. “Fuck, baby, please keep going,” he whined.

You would do anything he asked so long as he begged like that. You pressed a chaste kiss to the fabric before sliding it down, his erection springing free. He hissed as the cold air enveloped his sensitive cock. You took it in your hand and stroked lightly, paying special attention to the tip. He let out a shuddering breath and then an abrupt moan as you licked the precum leaking from his swollen head.

His fingers threaded themselves through your hair as you slowly worked your way down, taking as much as you could and stroking what you couldn’t. You swirled your tongue around the girth of him, eliciting deep groans from the back of his throat. He bucked his hips involuntarily in response to the overwhelming pleasure, his body falling back against the mattress as you drained out his strength to support himself. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed your head, your tongue caressing the underside of his cock. His grip on your hair tightened as the heavenly feeling of your mouth on him had stars bursting behind his eyelids like fireworks.

“So good baby, so so good,” he praised, unable to focus on anything but the all-consuming sensations you were giving him. You felt him twitch in your mouth, indicating just how close he was to cumming down your throat. His imminent orgasm seemed to send him back to reality. He tugged your hair with just enough force to get his message across, and you pulled back with a pop, looking at him with a questioning expression.

“Take your panties off and get on top of me, sweetheart. I wanna cum in your sweet pussy. Gonna make you a mommy.” You did as he said, and he sat up, pulling you with him until you were situated in his lap, your cunt hovering just above where he wanted you most. He lined himself up with your entrance, his other hand placed firmly on your thigh. You slowly sunk down on him, the stretch making you wince. “Such a good girl f’me,” he encouraged, his words starting to slur together a bit. “Doing so well.”

You continued to lower yourself onto his cock, your eyes half-lidded as the sensation of being so full set every nerve alight. Once he bottomed out inside out you, neither of you moved for a moment, pausing to get accustomed to each other’s bodies.

With your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance, you slowly raised yourself up before dropping back down. Kenji grunted and splayed his hands across your hips. Again and again and again, you dropped your weight onto his lap, and each time you did he bucked up into you, not content with letting you do all the work. 

But soon your legs grew tired and you couldn’t keep up the pace. “Kenji,” you whined pitifully. He knew what you wanted and obliged instantly. He flipped you onto your back, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to pump deep inside you, his pace unforgiving. You chanted his name like a mantra, and it only seemed to spur him on. “Want me to cum inside you? Wanna make me a daddy? Hmm?”

“God, yes, Kenji, p-please . . . please don't stop,” you babbled, hardly even aware of what you were saying or who you were anymore as his cock drilled into your tight cunt.

He pulled your legs from his waist and pushed them up so that your knees were hooked over his shoulder, and he was able to push himself in even farther. He continued his brutal pace and you clenched around him, forcing a grunt to fall past his pretty lips. The room was full of the symphony of your shared pleasure, the sounds only adding to the lust you were feeling for one another. 

You were gasping for air, the sight of the man above you nearly enough to make you combust right then and there. “I’m so close, Kenji,” you huffed out breathlessly.

“I know, baby, me too, and—oh fuck—and you're going to take every last drop.”

He pressed a thumb onto your clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub. Between that and his cock thrusting in and out of you, you were quickly pushed over the edge, the walls of your pussy clenching tightly around Kenji’s cock, bringing him over with you and causing a ring of white to form around the base of him, both of you calling out each other’s names in your ecstasy.

He stilled inside you as you both gradually came down from your highs, panting heavily. He pulled his softening cock from you, and his cum dripped out now that he was no longer keeping it trapped in. You were thoroughly worn out and barely awake, your eyes drooping shut. A soft smile spread across Kenji’s features as he got up to retrieve a cloth from the adjacent bathroom. He got you cleaned up and plopped back down beside you, tenderly pulling the sheets over your naked figures. He pulled you against his chest securely where you fell asleep almost as soon as you closed your eyes, content to be in the safety of your lover’s arms.

As Kenji lay there holding your sleeping form against his, his thoughts drifted to the ring he had stashed away in his nightstand, his own eyes closing as his smile grew a little.

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I'm so lonely... and it's fully my fault