#been building the collection for a while so

[thebumblebeesworld]

BIG • BROWN • EYES

annie x smoke • fluff

summary: smoke lays his eyes on annie for the first time and is immediately taken by her beauty. as he notices the way she makes his heart beat fast in his chest and his hands stop trembling like they had for so long, he realizes that he has love for someone other than his brother.

cw: fluff, use of the nword, brief mention of trauma, stack being an annoying younger brother, nothing reallyy. just my cute loves

a/n: yea soooo three uploads in three daysss,, inspired by @margepimpson !!! thank you so much, love! i so needed that fic list you made

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He saw her first in town, walking from shop to shop, clearly checking off things from a mental list of necessities. Her walk was full of a grace that he adored. Something in her stance commanded every space she walked in. It made heads turn on a swivel just to keep up with with her. It made eyes bulge while she checked the firmness of watermelons or the quality in a gingham fabric.

The next thing he adored about her was the kindness in her smile. Every time she paid a cashier and collected her things, she graced them with a genuine smile and a honest thank you. It made his heart burst with infatuation.

One thing he couldn’t look past was her body. She was round and full-figured in a way that made him want to grab and hold onto her for dear life. Her hips were full and bounding. Her backside had a curve in it that made him want to run his hands along her dress. And her chest was plump and sitting high.

But despite this—and everything else he had found a joy in about her—what he seemed to love most about the mysterious woman was her eyes.

Big, brown, knowing eyes.

As he watched her drift through downtown—his body rested against the side of his car—he dreamed about what it would feel like for her to bless him with just one glance. That’s all he needed: to look directly into her eyes just one time.

Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore had never felt this way about a woman. He was by far no loose-man like his brother—tending to the needs of women who just couldn’t wait to rub it in the faces of women who hadn’t gotten a chance to lay with a Moore twin. But Smoke wasn’t a saint either.

He sinned hard and long into the night, lusting after women he didn’t have no business being with.

But the woman he peered at from across the street was like none other he had ever encountered. His stomach erupted in a funny feeling as he traced a line of sweat that ran from her neck and down the center of her chest. It was like his insides were twisting and turning with something fierce. Like when he’d gotten a bad batch of tamales from town but different.

This feeling was pulling at his soul.

It was aching.

Needy.

Desperate.

Before he saw her, Smoke’s hands had been trembling like they were known to do. His time in the war and years spent under the roof of an alcohol-abusing father had done that to him; And as he tried to patiently wait for his brother to return from collecting some cash they were owed, one sight of the woman eased his tremble and remedied his internal pain.

“Shit,” Stack shouted as he emerged from the building. "Took longer than I expected." He patted his brother on the shoulder and began to climb into the passenger seat but saw Smoke’s far-away gaze. “You good?” He asked after not receiving any indication that his twin was paying attention. He watched as Smoke's gaze was fixed across the street, watching a lady strolling about. He thought to call out to him again: “Smoke!”

“What, boy," he grumbled, not yet peeling his eyes from the woman. He tilted his head to get a better look at the way her arm swayed at her side and how her dress flooded nicely around her calves. "Don’t you see I’m busy?”

Stack huffed, not being put off by his brother's combative nature.

“I see you bein’ a weird ass nigga, starin’ at folks," Stack voiced unapologetically. His gaze was now fixed on her too, admiring the way she moved and enjoying what he saw. But one look at Smoke's face, and he knew she was already claimed. "What you lookin’ at her like that for?”

“You don’t see her?” Smoke neglected his question, shaking his head in disbelief. His brows ruffled at the annoyance his brother could be at times.

“‘Course I see her," he answered with an obvious tone. "That don’t answer my question though.” Stack prodded at his brother, trying to get him to be honest without so much of a fight.

“Nigga, she beautiful," Smoke spoke, voice dripped in a dreamy cadence—like he was imagining what life would be like now that he had gazed upon someone so gorgeous. Stack nodded along to his words, eyeing the side of his twin's head to see if he could read his mind. Stack knew his brother, and Smoke had never been this drawn to anyone before.

They had seen the world, and some of the most beautiful women there ever were called Mississippi home, but there was something so evidently different in the glint of Smoke’s eye.

Stack set his mind on making sure Smoke and the mysterious lady met face-to-face. He stepped forward, raising his hand and his voice.

“Aye! Pretty lady,” he yelled loudly, getting the attention of everyone in the town’s center and the woman Smoke’s heart now belonged to. She squinted her eyes at Stack, eyebrows drawn close together at the way he was attempting to wave her over.

“What you doin’, boy,” Smoke hushed in embarrassment. His teeth were bared, and his eyes had shifted downward in order to not meet anyone’s gaze.

“I’m getting you laid,” he spoke as if it was obvious. He began jogging across the street as the woman walked away. He shouted over his shoulder at his twin. “That’s probably why yo’ ass always so fuckin’ uptight. You need that good shit.”

Smoke completely recoiled from his brother’s brashness. His mellow and calm was now gone. His fingers began to shake again, causing him to pull a cigarette from his suit pocket that Stack had rolled for him earlier in the day.

He watch Stack gain the woman’s attention with a gentle tap on the shoulder, but the look she gave him was completely lacking the kind eyes she once had.

“I don’t take too kindly to men beckonin’ me like I’m some dog,” she punctuated, not backing down from the taller man. She found offense in the way he expected her to cross the street. She looked up at him, shoulders back and lips pressed into a flat line. It made Stack’s blood run cold and made Smoke’s heart jump.

He loved to know she was a no nonsense kind of girl.

“I ain’t mean nothin’ by it, miss,” Stack apologized , voice quieter than before. “I’m sorry that I offended you. I’m Elias ‘Stack’ Moore. And you are?” He took his hat off his head and placed it to his chest. His hand was held out to shake hers—though she refused to accept it.

“Annie Laveau,” she voiced, trying to get to the point of the conversation without any unnecessary fluff.

“That’s real pretty,” he smiled widely, chuckling just a little to lighten the mood. He wiped his had on his suit jacket to push away the burn of rejection. The sun was beating down in them hard, and the way she looked at him with those big, brown eyes made his insides burn even further. “You one of them fancy Louisiana niggas?”

She rolled her eyes and shifted her weight onto one foot. Completely avoiding his idiotic question, she asked:

“What did you want again?”

Stack was taken aback. He stumbled over he words slightly and looked back to see his nervous brother, smoking a cigarette to quell that uneasy feeling he had often.

“Well, you see my brother over there,” he said, pointing to the twin, “he said he think you beautiful.”

“Is that so,” Annie questioned but in a voice that didn’t expect a real answer. Her eyes met Elijah’s from his spot across the street.

When they looked at each other, it was like the world stopped moving, even for just a moment. It was like they were the only two people in the world. Like Clarksdale wasn’t bustling and moving with an economic fervor spurred on by the production of cotton. Like neither of them had experienced a lifetime of pain and had to push through the trauma to survive. Like they somehow knew everything there was to know about each other but still desired to learn more.

That feeling was back in Elijah’s stomach. And the nervous feeling in his hands was gone again, causing him to throw his cig on the ground and stomp it out like it had never existed in the first place. He straightened his clothes and removed his hat, all while looking directly into her kind eyes.

Annie swallowed hard. She had met many men in her life and had entertained plenty of suitors, but the man across the street—who was the spitting image of the one who had offended her so—had won a special place in her soul just with one look in his eyes.

She cleared her throat and reluctantly turned back to Stack. He had a smile on his face that was buzzing from the show he had just witnessed.

“Tell ‘im if he think I’m so beautiful, he gon’ have to do more than just follow me with his eyes and send his twin to beckon me,” she said with less confidence than she had before. She kept glancing up to sweep her eyes over his body—how he had previously been leaned against the car but was now stood at attention.

“He ain’t send me over here,” Stack rushed out, putting his hands up in surrender. “I’m just a better talker than him, you know. Wanted to see if you wanted a chance with the less fun version of me.” Stack ran his hands along his face and neck to show her all his glory, but it just made her laugh in his face.

“You really don’t know how to talk to women, do you,” she chuckled at his audacious manner. Him coming to see if she wanted “a chance” was more offensive than what he’d done before, but she still looked up at the man across the street one more time before deciding what to do.

“Girl, I stay with an arm full of fillies,” he huffed, ego hurt more than he cared to admit. “I can handle a conversation wit’ a woman.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” she breathed heavily and raised her eyebrows, tone full of sarcasm. Her mind wandered, knowing that if she left without at least speaking to the other twin she’d live to regret it. “Fine,” she grumbled as if she was being drug to the cross, “I’ll go talk to ‘im.”

But she was giving in so willingly.

Her long legs crossed the street with that grace Smoke loved dearly. His brother stayed back, sending raised thumbs his way as an attempt to ease his anxiety.

The entire time, Annie’s eyes were on him, tracing the crisp line down the center of his pants legs, the hat that was clutched in his palms, the straining veins in his hands, the bulging of his adam’s apple, the softness in his brown eyes. She looked at him like he was the world.

And he looked at her the same.

It was then that Smoke realized his true feelings. As she walked across the street and through crowds of people, he realized that what he felt was love.

He met her halfway, a sweaty hand outstretched. He had seen how she reacted to his brother and feared the same fate of a heavy hand left unaccepted, but that fear was soon overcome.

She grabbed ahold of his hand.

Hers was soft yet solid against his calloused one, causing his head to swirl at how good it felt to touch her.

“H-hi,” he stuttered, tripping over his words as he tried to push the nerves away. Annie laughed sweetly at him, enjoying the way she had him shaking in excitement and a delicious nervousness.

“Hello,” her Louisiana accent rang out, pulling him in even further. “I’m Annie Laveau.”

She waited for him to say something back, but he just gawked at her with his lips slightly parted and body too close to hers for a public setting. She didn’t move away though. She stepped closer and squeezed at his hand that she still had a firm grip on.

“Sorry,” he apologized, placing a kiss to the back of her hand, indulging in the warmth of her. “Nice to meet you, Annie. I’m Elijah Moore. You can call me Smoke.”

Annie tilted her head to the side and smiled softly at him. She adored that sweet drawl in his voice, and she realized then that even if Elias considered himself the better talker, she’d do anything in the world to hear Elijah say her name again and again.

It was like the taste of honeysuckles and the scent of magnolias in bloom all at once. Her name had never sounded so good.

Annie stepped impossibly closer to his body, effectively stopping his breathing as he surrendered to her delightful gaze.

“I prefer to call you Elijah,” she nodded to herself, eyes glancing down at his lips and over to the dimple in his cheek as he smiled at her, “if that’s ok with you?” The smile he’d given her made her body feel numb. Prior to that, she had only seen his straight, far-too-serious expression, but here he was, showing her full teeth.

Elijah nodded his head with way too much enthusiasm, causing Annie to blush with laughter and Stack to shout at him from across the street.

“Damn, nigga,” he yelled at his twin, “she punkin’ yo’ ass.”

They both ignored him, sighing and rolling their eyes at his unique way of being. Annie and Elijah stood there, enjoying the calm that surrounded their bodies and envisioning a future full of love and possibility and each other.

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[imafirefly]

Between chops, the sound of laugher permeated the air and she found herself looking in the direction of the parties responsible. It's nice to hear the laugher, particularly from Lev. He wasn't solemn but admittedly some of Abby's serious nature had rubbed off on him at points so when he could cut loose, it was nice to know that he was still capable of enjoying himself. It was no secret he had been forced to grow up far too fast. The shit he'd seen, the shit he'd been through. No thirteen year old should have been subjected to the things he was, especially at the hands of the Seraphites. The fact that he'd made it out of there was remarkable. There were days where his wisdom far outweighed not only her self, but the majority of folks she knew.

There may have been the slightest hint of a smile as she watched the three of them for a moment. Moments like these felt far and few between but to be in an area where they could briefly let their guard down was refreshing. Shaking her head with a quiet laugh, she resumed the task at hand. Before long, she had a solid pile of split logs that she would be able to build up in the firepit to get something good going. Only thing left to do was to find some cookware.

Before she forgot, she placed the hatchet to rest up against the side of the fire pit in case Ellie found herself in need of it. A couple long strides up the steps and she had disappeared back into the cabin and found her way to the kitchen. Allegedly, per Ellie, there was some good stuff still in here. All they needed were a couple pans to cook the fish on and if she could find a pot to start boiling water for purifying, they would be good to go. Now it was just a matter of finding them and while she was at it, scavenging for anything else that may have been salvageable.

Cabinet after cabinet she searched, drawer after drawer until she had compiled a collection of a couple pots of varying sizes, a couple of drinking glasses, and two frying pans. One of them was small enough to stash away in her pack once they were ready to leave. Outside of that, the place was long stripped of anything of use. No big deal, they had what they needed and would make due.

With the items in arm, she made her way outside and over to the firepit, carefully laying the collected items out on one of the lounge chairs that was nearby. She disappeared once more into the cabin before emerging with a pack of coffee filters, something she always carried in her bag. They were a bitch to come by but Catalina had built up quite the stock that when she left, she was able to take what was needed. By no means a perfect filtration method but it had worked on their journey so far. Everything was ready for whenever Lev and Ellie were ready. For now? Abby plopped herself down in another one of the lawn chairs and let her eyes fall shut, taking in a deep breath of the cooling air.

It was almost therapeutic to be out here at this point for Abby. Outside of Lev, she lived a relatively solitary lifestyle on the island. She did what was needed and she was damn good at it. She trained. She scouted. She patrolled. Recovery, rescue. Whatever required going to the mainland, Abby was normally the one in charge but whenever she had free time, she was found away from the crowd. Lev had been far better at getting involved. Not only did he study, but he socialized and he thrived. It was more than she could have asked for. When they’d arrived there, he was just a kid and a kid that had been through far more bullshit than he ever deserved. As long as he was happy, Abby was happy.

Swing after swing, she hacked away at the wood. Each swing grew in force and what composure she’d exercised back at the cabin and on the freeway, she didn’t need to have here. Alone in the trees, she could release all of the emotion she’d needed to contain. The snippets she did share with Ellie brought back painful memories. What happened to her and Lev in Santa Barbara was beyond words. In a word where literal fucking monsters roamed and ripped people limb from limb trying to infect what was left of society, the capacity for cruelty that came from survivors far surpassed anything the infected could do. They were at least operating off of basic instinct whereas people had a choice on whether or not to act. Some didn’t. Some did. And the Rattlers had been as close to scum of the fucking Earth as she’d come across.

Abby still bore scars from her time with the Rattlers and not just the mental scars. Her back was littered with long scars going every which way, a display of punishment for what the Rattlers had determined to be difficult behavior from her. Difficult being she wouldn’t let them beat the shit out of Lev or anyone that was more vulnerable than her and couldn’t defend themselves. Difficult being she took a second too long to catch her breath when they had them working all day in the California heat. Difficult being they didn’t like the way she looked in their direction. It didn’t matter. Any opportunity to beat the shit out of her, they would. Belts, batons, a chain, whatever was in reach. Each had left it’s mark accordingly but when the choice had been between her or Lev? She stepped in every single time. No way was she going to let them beat the shit out of a kid.

By the time she had snapped back to reality, she had hacked out a large portion from the body of the tree. “Shit,” she mumbled, looking at the wood chips scattered on the ground around her. Lifting the front of her shirt, she wiped at the layer of sweat that covered her face before letting the fabric drop back down. The sun was creeping farther away and it was time to head back. She’d put together a relatively large pile of branches that would work well enough for logs in the fire pit. Now it was just a matter of getting them back. Too clunky to hold under her arms. An idea popped into mind and she lifted her shirt up once more to remove her belt. Abby kneeled and laid the belt flat, piling up what she had cut onto it before looping one end through the other and holding it tightly enough in place that she could get them from one place to another.

With the hatchet in one hand and logs in the other, she made her way back towards the cabin. The crickets were in full force now as she trudged through the brush, silencing as she walked by before picking their songs up as she passed. It wasn’t too long before she was back in view of the lake and she could make out their figures in the distance. All seemed well. Soon it would be time to cook and couldn’t do that without a fire. With that in mind, she approached the firepit and loosened the belt to allow the wood to tumble out. Looping it back through the loops of her pants and securing it in place, Abby began the task of splitting the wood further into more of a manageable size for the firepit.

[bellshazes]

Grand Unified Theory of Ethubs: Horse Edition

I started this almost a year ago, and at this point it's weirder than any Etho & Bdubs fiction could be, but it's all true, or at least every point has a valid citation. This is an attempt to explain why I find their dynamic as represented in on-video interactions and their own metatextual commentary (in-video asides, deliberate 'OOC' fourth wall breaks, casual livestream/other medial chat/commentary, etc.) compelling.

Horsing Around, or, Experience over Efficiency

THESIS: Although their singleplayer series and general playstyles appear totally opposed, their approaches are actually two different manifestations of the same underlying principles. These behaviors are reinforced and rewarded by their long-running singleplayer series. This combination of aligned gameplay idiosyncracies and a shared but frequently separate play history are the root cause of their opaque and silently mutually-agreed interpersonal dynamics.

The horse obsession is the most obvious modern symptom of these shared gameplay values, and it's useful for illustrating both Etho and Bdubs' underlying principles. Their horsegirl behavior is charming at face value alone, dating back to their Mindcrack days and begetting long-running jokes and feuds. Their history together predates horses themselves, but even in pre-elytra Mindcrack, their fixation on horse transit marked them as kindred eccesntrics on a server with robust nether minecart travel (which, in two cases, they themselves built). All aspects of their modern bespoke mutual eccentrisim is evident, including their shared commitment to experience over efficiency - prioritizing pleasant, manual engagement with game mechanics over pure automation and optimization.

Etho is perhaps most famous for his redstone - and consequently automation - but it has never been for automation's sake. He has always vocally prioritized active gameplay over efficient AFK design, especially in singelplayer. For a long time, he played with no armor to make the game harder - save Feather Falling diamond boots, so he wouldn't die to fall damage while constantly ender pearling everywhere. It's part preference, part pragmatism: he is clear about his feelings on what fair and fun gameplay is, but he chooses constraints (no AFKing, strict survival) because it suits the combination of his audience and the series in question, not universal moral standards. In the hyper-industrial economy of s7-onwards Hermitcraft, the audience-to-series calculus is different; his preference leads him to collect stacks of almost every item so he can functionally emulate the freedom of creative mode in survival, even if it means tolerating AFK design to achieve that. Leaning into unconventional locomation makes for more interesting, if useless, inventions. To survive, pleasure of active play comes first, and the rest follows.

In apparent contrast, Bdubs has no desire to build complicated contraptions for invention's sake, typically using other people's farm designs and inventing his own in service of enlivening builds or enviornments. He even pokes fun at his own in-game Luddite tendencies through Redstone with Bdubs' failures and his vocal hatred of the post-1.16 nether. In singleplayer, he's historically switched to creative sessions, particularly for public livestreams, to balance his own scales of production goals to audience judgement. As his skill as a builder has grown and he designs not just buildings but areas to be viewed and interacted with from certain angles, the greater the reward choosing to go by foot or horse becomes. But as with Etho, these choices are in service of enjoyable, immersive gameplay before any other criterion.

By the time Etho and Bdubs enounter each other directly, they have each been doing singleplayer survival longe enough to develop opinions and preferences that enable them to continue these worlds through the next decade. They both independently decide from the get-go that it's the only way to maintain the grind of creating single- and multiplayer videos long term.

Horsing around, then, illuminates how their shared real-world material constraints and similar approaches to their different in-game disciplines allows them to become kindred eccentrics. Their friendship predates in-game horses, but it endures a decade later, long after elytra makes horses obsoltete to most of their peers. The horse obsession endures as a rarely shared outlet for a need to prolong play and therefore to maximise the moment-to-moment enjoyment of playing.

Courses of Horses, or, Community and Conflict

While horsing around is illustrative of their singleplayer influences, it illuminates their multiplayer priorities as well. In a long-term singleplayer world, drawing out pleasure from rote chores and travel is essential. With others, time and energy spent to create infrastructure for others to share becomes its own self-perpetuating reward.

From their first Mindcrack season together to present-day Hermitcraft season 10, both are prone to building nether hubs out of a sense of obligation and desire for easy travel, elaborate combat arenas that unite technical features with thoughtful area design, and horse timers and racecourses. All three major trends translate personal preferences into major public projects that invite others into their playstyle wheelhouses. The accursed season-ending curse of combat arenas and horse courses are also specifically competitive. For players like Etho and Bdubs, for whom playing is in service of video creation, multiplayer is made enjoyable - and so, sustainable - by drawing out what distinguishes it from singleplayer.

Only through the presence of another person can you access stories and playstyles that depend on antagonists. This doesn't stop either of them from inventing them when alone, such as Etho's General Spaz, or Bdubs' Wells Glazes and McGee (and even arguably Red in Hermitcraft s6), but they do both have preferred tropes for conflict creation.

They trend toward different antagonist tropes, with Etho revelling in faux-innocent trolling and generally keeping authority figures from getting too serious while Bdubs moves from blatant heel to archetypal Fool over the years. Etho is generally more likely to engage in one-off, individual pranks, spend time on playing or building minigames, and join server-wide events by accident or insofar as he can be a casual anti-authority troll. Bdubs is willing to take charge instigating large storylines, though he becomes a pathological henchman when his comfort with the Fool role exceeds his need to instigate. In whole-server conflicts, this usually puts them where they're most comfortable - on opposite sides, giving each other a hard time.

Conflict is a gift, one not exclusively given to each other but ennabled together and apart for their other friends and co-players, but frequently manifesting through their shared history, priorities, and preferences as a strange language only the two of them seem to be able to speak. Early on, Etho rudely informs Bdubs what Bdubs' armor prefrences are and by the Trial, Bdubs is correctly predicting how he can make Etho jealous of his armor gains. Over a decade later, Etho can simply include a potion farm in a normal-seeming part of a regular Hermitcraft video and Bdubs will correctly identify it as a taunt only intelligible to him, retaliation for forgetting they'd meant to partner on a shop together.

They need to embrace mechancis like horses to survive; they provide exra incentive to the entire server to share that productive enjoyment with them in their infrastructure and horse courses; and by extension, their massive continuity of in-jokes and lighthearted complaints about each other both alienates them as a unit from others in a way that itself becomes a productive vehicle of community conflict or interaction. While the full history and ramifications of this fond, conflict-based idiolect are an entirely separate essay, this strange relationship is them at the extremes of who they've each decided to be, and are in continuity with the servers and series they've shared over so many years.

It is not divisible into c! and cc! interacitons because the real world commonalities drive their work friendship and their story-producing mutual obsessions. They know each other so well, so automatically, so much as foils of great mutual but often indirect respect that direct, total certainty expressed by one side is unsettling, creating doubt and distrust. But that dynamic, loving, and conflict-based idiolect produced by two people able to commit to the extremes of who they've each decided to be, together and unalone, requires its own set of essays to unpack.

"If I Had a Nickel...", Episode 1

For every time they started a big community-focused collaboration and the season ended before they could finish it…

Mindcrack season 4 fire and ice arena

Mindcrack FTB Call of Duty arena

Mindcrack season 5 horse course (ft. Doc, Genny; Doc makes a joke about hoping this doesn't happen on this project, given their past track record)

Hermitcraft season 8 horse course (recreated in season 9 for the charity event)

For every time they resurrected a decade-old joke that they both instantly recognize and everybody else is a little confused about at first because seriously it's been like 10 years…

"Pink" hoodie, Mindcrack s4/5 (1, ??) to Hermitcraft s7

Obsidian coffin prank, Mindcrack s4 to Hermitcraft s7 and s9 and 10

Scissor lift invention, Mindcrack s3 to Hermitcraft s10

Sickness, Mindcrack s4/5 to Last Life

Whether or not Bdubs knows what plethora means, Mindcrack FTB to Secret Life

HONORABLE RECENT MENTION: life series crastle anatomy

Asking is this horse course realistic racing or Mario Kart and it's Mario Kart

Mindcrack s5 ep177

hcs8 ep4

Additional Exemplary Clips & Sources

Ballad of Beyonc? and Taylor Swift

Etho heckling the horse-hunting stream via YT chat

You s- you s- YOU JERK (horse moment, appears in WL), ep1

You are the master and the only way to get to your heart is through horses, ep6

Spider spawner hangout, Bdubs Mindcrack eps 21-23

we're kind of at that level where asking isnt even necessary, right? (morry's)

they don't talk directly compilation

Red (pink) trainee uniform with Complex Inside Joke book explanation

[a-d-nox]

experiences of the sublime in your chart (part 2: 9h)

following my recent post, i wanted to go into some of the examples of sublime life events based on the houses. today, we will focus on the 9h!

9h would be when someone has a deeply philosophical or religious moment that shifts their entire worldview - this can also be seeing a new part of the world.

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9h taurus (2°, 14°, 26°), libra (7°, 19°), and/or venus

standing before a masterpiece or historical architectural site (like the sistine chapel, the taj mahal), and unexpectedly tearing up because of it's beauty.

falling in love while abroad - experiencing a connection so romantic and magical it feels like a rom-com.

sitting in a foreign café, watching the sunset over the city, and feeling an overwhelming wave of love for your life.

visiting a sacred site (temple, cathedral, or garden) and feeling as though its been touched by the divine.

walking through a n incredibly lush landscape in a foreign place, and experiencing a sudden connection with nature’s beauty.

being part of a ritualistic celebration (like a wedding, solstice gathering, or sacred dance) that binds together love, art, and spirituality/culture in a way that feels timeless.

experiencing an unexpected act of kindness while traveling - something that restores your faith in humanity.

gazing up at the stars in a remote place with someone you love, sharing a quiet, perfect moment.

discovering that love and beauty are universal languages - truth becomes connection, harmony, and shared humanity.

9h cancer (4°, 16°, 28°) and/or moon

standing at the shoreline of a vast ocean, feeling the turbulence/calm of the water.

traveling to your ancestral homeland - knowing in your bones you’ve come “home.”

looking up at the night sky and suddenly feeling small, yet cared for by the universe.

having a gut feeling and knowing that your ancestors are with you, guiding and watching over you.

having a moment where you feel the earth itself as a living, breathing creature, and realizing you're part of a bigger, cyclical story.

witnessing an act of compassion or sacrifice - something that shakes you to the core and reaffirms your belief in humanity.

feeling waves of love and emotional awe during a spiritual ceremony.

9h scorpio (8°, 20°) and/or pluto

standing alone at the edge of a canyon/cliff/building, feeling an overwhelming pull toward the abyss - terrified yet mesmerized by the power and the fragility of life.

going through a near-death experience (or hearing someone else’s) and having a realization of life’s preciousness.

being underwater and experiencing a moment of pure stillness and vast silence - you may even feel like you’ve entered another dimension.

being hit by a wave of ancestral or collective grief so intense you feel it in your bones.

witnessing or participating in a death ritual, funeral, or spiritual ceremony that brings you face-to-face with the cycle of life and death - leaving you both humbled and transformed.

being alone during a storm and feeling the sheer, terrifying beauty of destruction and recognizing nature’s beyond human control.

learning something hidden/taboo (like a family secret or spiritual philosophy) that shakes up your understanding of reality but also liberates you.

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[just-another-random-cloud]

Hello, I have a question. What are the rest of the villains in your Creature Chris au are they like monsters or human? And I hope you have a good day or night.

I have been thinking a lot about them, tbh, but I couldn't figure out some of them, only the main three so far.

Starting with Zach, he would be a dragon-like person (dragonborn... kinda???).

I like to think he created a whole business and even got a few buildings and houses while in a human disguise. He collects and hoards treasure, that he then uses to make automatons (basically the Greek Mythology version of robots and devices) that hunt for him and serve him. Here, he's way less of a villain, working for any side that pays him best, and usually leaving the scene before it can blow up in his face. He was born a human, but never reveals how he became like this.

I think he and Chris met when they were teenagers, they are not exactly friends, but aren't enemies either.

WARNING FOR ARACHNOPHOBIA

Human with traits of spider, it's not very realistic, but just to be safe.

Donita would be an Arachne-type spider creature, that lives in a big cave deep in the forest. She makes beautiful clothes with her silk, but the only problem, is that it's magic and can be used to control people's minds. She mostly uses it to make humans be obcessed with her clothes and want to buy more and more, but sometimes she can use it to make them work for her.

Gourmand, honestly, is the one that changed the least. He is a human, and a chef, but instead of hunting rare animals, he goes after... bigger fish.

A creature hunter, in a few words.

I still have no idea of what to do for Paisley, Rex and Dabio, and haven't decided about Koki and Jimmy, either (Aviva would be a human), and yes, I'm accepting suggestions-

Also, thank you! Have a good day/night, too!

[yoosung-ah]

Choose your player: aggressive vs. passive-aggressive round 1/?

[originalgenshinscenarios]

Okay I'm done with Natlan and Citlali's quest

My opinion on Citlali improved slightly, but the rest... Ehhh... No. I'm not gonna say that Natlan was bad, cause ngl for me the most boring archon quest was Sumeru. (And I'm saying it because of the fact that the dream loop was ridiculous and I hated it just as much as I hate Nahida which is a ToN)

Spolier rant in tags

[icewindandboringhorror]

I'm so heavily anti-advertising that all pitches sound goofy silly to me/I can never take them seriously, so I have no idea how I'll manage to to advertise my game even if I do finally finish it soon-ish lol...

[savage-rhi]

🫂

[habitual-creatures]

HABIT! I was trying to find smth but found THIS INSTEAD!

It’s a fur, pelt, thing (idk what it’s called) of a rabbit!

(LEGALLY BOUGHT)

(IT'S CALLED A PELT)

DAMN THAT'S SO SICK! I FUCKING LOVE THAT.

OF COURSE IT'S AWESOME TO SUPPORT LEGAL PELT COLLECTION LIKE THAT.

(FUCK POACHERS AND ILLEGAL PELT PEDDLERS 🖕 BY THE WAY)

I AM A HUGE FAN OF TAXIDERMY AND VULTURE CULTURE MYSELF. SO SEEING OTHERS TALK ABOUT THEIR OWN COLLECTION OR THINGS THEY'VE FOUND AND BOUGHT IS AWESOME!

[ REGARDS, HABIT ]

[everydaythesame69]

Portal pussies are so fucking hottt 😖 imagine you can't make rent one month, so in a desperate attempt you decide to sell your holes online. $20 and any man, anywhere can use your holes whenever he wants. It felt like easy money, you could just delete the account after you made enough.

But it got a little out of hand, hundreds of men using you, all day everyday. You can barely make it out of bed. Brushing your teeth in the morning while your ass is being stretched. Trying to eat breakfast but men won't stop fucking your throat long enough. You Definitely can't leave the house. You've tried.

You didn't trust yourself to drive so you took the bus. Big mistake. Somehow you made it to the bus stop with minimal interruptions, only one subscriber, fucking your dripping cunt, hard and fast. Making you grab onto a nearby tree for support as your legs shook. That should have been your first sign to just go him. But you're too stubborn for that.

Thankfully he came quick, leaving you to collect yourself and finish your walk. The bus, however, was another story. You were just sitting down when you felt a massive cock pushing into your ass, stretching you more than you've ever been stretched before. Making you tense and cry out before quickly covering your mouth, the other passengers turning to look at you. Your face turns bright red from the embarrassment of being used like this in front of all these strangers, even if they have no idea whats happening. The cock in your ass picks up the pace, the pain almost unbearable. Making you regret selecting anal as on option in the first place. You hated anal, but the site said it would boost sales. Anyway its far too late to take it back now.

You're shaking uncontrollably at his unrelenting pace, doing your best to stay silent, trying not to attract more attention, unsuccessfully. You turn towards the window, still feeling eyes on you as the bus starts moving. Trapping you here, completely helpless to stop it, or hide yourself. Suddenly another cock enters your neglected pussy, shorter but equally thick. Making your eyes roll back as his fat head rubs against your g spot. The humiliation of it all is enough to make you cry. You can't help but moan through your fingers under the assault, feeling that pressure build as the torture goes on, and desperately trying to fight it. Hoping maybe they'll be fast like the last one. Of course you wouldn't be that lucky, though. Cock number 2 speeds up, chasing his release while the one in your ass fucks you at his steady, rhythmic pace. This goes on for what feels like an eternity. You can't hold it back anymore, you feel yourself tense, squinting all over yourself with a sob. Soiling your light blue jeans with a large, noticeable wet spot. Utterly humiliated, and it's not even over. Cock #2 cums almost immediately after you, just to be replaced by another. You don't get a break for over an hour, missing your stop and forgetting why you even left in the first place.

Good luck getting home

[aethercoreheart]

caleb | 1:22 am

Your pillow is buzzing. Why is it buzzing? You groan and reach underneath your pillow, grasping at your phone. You pull it out, sit up in bed and blink at it. Caleb's name flashes across the screen. You swipe your finger across it.

"Caleb?"

There's a pause before the voice on the other end coughs awkwardly.

"Uh... is this... Pipsqueak?"

You're immediately alert. The voice doesn't belong to Caleb.

"Who is this?" you demand, your voice still thick with sleep.

"You were listed as this guy, Caleb's, emergency contact," the voice explains. "He's at the bar. We've had to cut him off. Can you come get him? We close in, like, half an hour."

You're immediately out of bed, pulling sweatpants and a hoodie on. "Oh my god, of course, I'm on my way."

You're stuffing your feet into shoes when you hear someone slurring his words in the background. "Hey, that's my phone, gi-gi-give it back!"

---

"You're too nice to him, my wife would have made me sleep and sober up outside."

You chuckle at the taxi driver's remark. You were lucky to flag down a cab at this time in the night. The driver had asked you were you were going so late, and you had explained everything to him. You and Caleb had been giving each other the silent treatment for two days now. It was over something stupid. He had left one of his unfinished models lying around on the floor in your apartment and you hadn't seen it - you had ended up stepping on it - on accident, of course - but you had never seen Caleb so upset. It ended with him storming out of your apartment and no calls or texts from him for the last couple of days. You had thought about apologizing first, but had decided he was being childish and that he would approach you when he was ready. But it turns out that he had decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. You had known that he likes to drink socially once in a while, but he's never been totally wasted before - not like this. You wanted to seem calm and collected, but inside, your anxiety is tearing you up. Is Caleb okay?

The driver slows down and pulls up to the bar. He meets your eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Go get him, I'll wait here."

You thank him, and head inside the bar. The glass door is already locked, but you knock a couple of times, and a staff member appears from behind the bar and lets you in.

"Sorry," he apologizes, scratching the back of his head. "We would have sent him home in a cab but he wouldn't tell us his address. He kept saying he wanted 'Pipsqueak'. He's a regular here so we really didn't want to let him wander home by himself."

You nod at the bartender. "Thank you. Where is he?"

He points at one of the corner booths with his thumb. You make a beeline for it, and see Caleb, lying across the booth's cushion. His cheeks are flushed red and he's snoring lightly, his hand gripping his phone.

You shake him gently to wake him. "Caleb, let's go home."

He groans and lifts his head slowly. "Please, leave me alone. I have... I have a..." His eyes open and they widen when they meet yours. "Pipsqueak," he whispers.

You place a hand on his cheek. "Let's get you home, okay?"

---

It was a mission to get Caleb in the cab, even with the help of the bartender. It's an even bigger mission to get him into your apartment building and up the stairs. But you manage to do it, and get him inside the apartment without incident.

Almost there!

You practically haul him to your room, and push him onto the bed. He flops onto it like a ragdoll, one arm and both his legs hanging off the sides.

You stare at him, hands on your hips, panting quietly. "Well, that can't be too comfortable."

You take a few moments to catch your breath before you decide to tackle his jeans and shoes - they come off easily enough, and then you get to work on his shirt. His eyes are still closed and he's muttering something softly, but you can't take the time to figure out what he's saying. You start to put on some shorts for him, but it's awkward and you only manage to get one leg in.

"Caleb, Caleb." You squeeze one of his knees to wake him again. "I need your help, sit up for a little bit."

This seems to rouse him and Caleb lets out a low groan and rises slowly.

"Okay, let's just get these shorts on."

Caleb is still for a few moments, and you think he's fallen asleep again while sitting up. But he mumbles something almost imperceptible, and you almost miss it. He's saying your name.

You look up at him from where you're crouching next to the bed, and meet his bloodshot eyes. There are tears forming at their corners.

You're startled - you're not used to seeing him cry. "Caleb? What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. You can smell the alcohol in his breath. "I was so stupid. I'm sorry."

A lump in your throat forms and you have to turn away before he can see the tears in your own eyes. You clear your throat before speaking again. "Let's talk about it in the morning, okay? Just get in the shorts and then we can go to bed."

Caleb nods, and pulls his shorts up so that they're on properly. You breathe a sigh of relief, and help him get under the covers of the bed.

You go about settling down for the night again, making sure the front door is locked, all lights are off, and placing a packet of headache medication and a glass of water on the nightstand next to Caleb's side of the bed.

You slide in under the covers next to him, and notice that he's still awake, his eyes struggling to focus on you.

"Pipsqueak," he mutters, his eyelids fluttering. "Please, don't be mad at me any more."

You smile at him, amused at the fact that he fought to stay awake to tell you that. You brush the hair away from his forehead with your hand and plant a small kiss on it. Caleb sighs, and he closes his eyes, surrendering to sleep.

"You're the one who didn't call or text for two days, dumbass," you mumble, knowing that you'll go unheard. You don't care. You continue raking your hands through his hair as he snores softly.

[thewingedwolf]

one goofy ass thing i like about my job is we all really like having staff feedback after programs (like after in service, after summer reading, etc) because it just makes it easier to make it actually helpful and easier next time around and that’s all we want right, like PERSONALLY i don’t want to be anxious about a program and dreading it all year, which means i get to do what i Love which is offer my opinion constructively so i can be like “i think some people just don’t understand paylocity, it is a little confusing & for them, going through that app is this scary time sink so they don’t open it ever.” and no one is taking it personally because five other people wrote in “beanstack scares me” and “i’m not using teams” and we can just adjust our expectations of our older coworkers instead of writing people up for it akskd.

[nausallien]

THE SIMS 3 STORE PRE-INSTALLED

Today marks 25 years of The Sims. Since EA forgot TS3 exists, I’m releasing the entire The Sims 3 Store as an Anniversary Gift. It's all pre-installed and works flawlessly!

It comes with all available fixes and collection folders I’ve personally created for every set. You'll get over 5000 new Buy/Build and CAS items, 11 new worlds, and tons of new gameplay!

INSTRUCTIONS

Go to "Documents/Electronic Arts" and rename the "The Sims 3" folder (or move it).

Create a new folder and name it "The Sims 3" (or whatever the name is in your language).

Extract the contents of the ZIP file in "The Sims 3." Now launch the game.

You'll have to adjust your setting again. Don't forget to disable the in-game Store so you don't get duplicates.

Quit the game. Copy the "Saves" folder from the folder you have previously renamed. You can also copy your Mods and CC in package format.

CAUTION

Never copy over or overwrite the DCCache folder.

If you have content installed through the Launcher (Sims3Pack), you'll have to reinstall it.

I strongly recommend you don't install things through the Launcher from now. It already has a lot of content and it is a known fact the Launcher becomes more and more unstable the more content it has to handle.

Since the entire Store has been decrapified, if you want to install lots or world that contain Store content, you'll have to decrapify those too using MATY's TS3 Recompressor.

I had a report that there was an invisible top in CAS. It doesn't seem to have a CASP resource so it shouldn't cause any issues (like being assigned to a random Sim). It's best to avoid it or hide it or blacklist it using NRaas mods. Do NOT try to save the game while your Sim is "wearing" this invisible top.

UPDATE #1: MARCH 2025

Added some missing content: the Mother Russia CAS Set and the Cool Chap Cap that was given as a secret bonus item in the "Make Me an Offer" page. If there's something else missing, please let me now.

Now NRaas MasterController and the Cheats and Integration modules are included in the pack. This version NRaas MC comes with CAS Compact Mode enabled by default. This should fix the issue of blank/invisible CAS items and also speed up the loading of CAS items. Keep in mind, these mods aren't compatible with Lazy Duchess' Smooth Path, but you can have both. Her mod will automatically disable the fast loading of CAS items.

If you encounter any issues, feel free to reach out to me. I've put a lot of effort into making the installation process as smooth and straightforward as possible. Dag Dag!

DOWNLOAD FROM GOOGLE DRIVE

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PRANKING ROOMMATE TOJI THAT YOU’RE MOVING OUT FOR APRIL FOOLS

Toji stepped through the front door, the familiar heavy thud of his leather boots clomping and echoing on the tiled floor. He dropped his keys with a clang and sighed as he leaned against the doorframe, clearly worn out from the day.

“Hey Toji,” you said as you stood by the doorway, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible, “Can we talk for a second?”.

His eyes narrowed slightly and you could tell he was already on alert because of the serious detection in your tone. “Yeah, what is it? You sound a bit too serious”.

You took a deep breath, practically forcing yourself to stay composed. “I’ve been thinking…” You hesitated for a moment, searching his face before finally saying it. “I think it’s time for me to move out”.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard. Ever since you’ve moved in together, things had been easy and comfortable. You two got along well, no drama, no issues, so this came out of nowhere.

His brow furrowed as he set his work bag down. “Wait, what? Why? You serious?”

You nodded slowly, watching his expression shift to disarray and confusion, maybe even a flicker of something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah,” you said, keeping your tone steady. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I’ve already started looking at places… I just think it’s time for a change”.

For a second, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, his tired and weary eyes scanning your face. You could see him trying to figure out if you were joking or not. After a beat, he stepped closer, his voice dropping a little. “Hold on. You’re really gonna just leave? Just like that?”

You nodded again, trying to keep up the act. “Yeah. I don’t want to be a burden, you know? With your job and everything… it’s just better if I go”.

He didn’t move at first, his arms crossed tightly, like he was trying to process what you said. You could see the gears turning in his head, his usual confident demeanor slipping just a little.

His jaw tightened, his broad shoulders looking even more imposing as he walked over to you. You could feel the tension building, and you had to hold back a grin. Toji was a tough guy— tougher than most people but right now, you could see the concern flickering in his eyes. It was working and he looked so so defeated but also trying his best to keep himself up.

“Look,” he finally said, his voice low and gentle. “I don’t know what’s going on but you don’t need to leave. I— shit if it’s rent, I can help you out more. You don’t gotta go. We can work something out y/n”.

For a moment, you almost felt bad— he sounded so sincere like he was genuinely trying to figure out how to fix things. You wanted to laugh at how serious he was because you had never really seen this side of him before but you held back. It was almost too easy.

You let the silence hang in the air before you dropped the bomb. With a smirk, you leaned back and said, “April Fools”.

Toji froze, his eyes blinking rapidly as if trying to process what you just said. Then slowly, his expression shifted. He let out a sharp sigh, clearly annoyed as fuck but mostly relieved. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass, you know that?”

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach because of how funny it was. “You should’ve seen your face. You totally fell for it!”

“You little brat,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a light chuckle. He took a step closer and before you knew what was happening, he reached down and squeezed your cheek— hard enough to make your face squish between his fingers.

“Next time you pull something like that, I’ll get you back,” he warned, his voice playful but more relaxed. You gasped, flailing a little as you tried to push his bigger hand away. “Oww! Hey! You can’t just—”

Toji laughed, obviously pleased with the reaction. “Don’t fuck with me, kid. You’re lucky I even like you”.

You rubbed your cheek, half amused and half annoyed. “That was mean!” you whined, still trying to fight the grin that was spreading across your face. He gave you a knowing look. “You deserve it, I thought I was losing my mind for a second there”.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t keep the smile from creeping up on your face. “Just wait until next time. I’ll get you back even more”.

Toji gave you a pointed look, just relieved that you’re even implying there’s gonna be a next time. He walked over to the fridge to grab a beer to calm his nerves. “You’ve got some nerve pulling that on me in the first place, I’ve had a long day, kid”

You grinned, but your heart skipped a little. It was moments like these— his teasing, the soft side of him that made living with Toji so entertaining and easy.

You knew he wasn’t actually mad. In fact, you could tell he was secretly impressed that you even pulled it off.

“Next time I pull a prank, it’s gonna be worse so watch out, old man,” you teased. “Yeah yeah, sure,” he muttered, cracking open the beer. “We’ll see about that”.

[tonycries]

A Million Dollar Baby! - N.K.

Synopsis. Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, landlord! Nanami (kinda), oraI (male + fem), cúmplay, reader’s a tease, unprotected, creampíe, down bad FERAL Nanami, spítting, bréeding, messing up his glasses, pantý-stealing, he’s sweet but fúcks so MEAN, mentions of Higuruma, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.8k (wild)

A/N. Decided it was high time I feed my Nanami girlies hehe.

“Just get the money and go.” Nanami deadpans, like a mantra. Giving a rapt knock on your apartment door, “I swear m’making him buy me lunch for this.”

Now, it wasn’t that Nanami was exactly upset about taking over Higuruma’s landlord duties for the day - no, in fact, he was the first one at his friend’s door with a bag of prescription medicine for the other man’s fever and the suggestion to take the day off.

But it was the thought of finally coming face-to-face with you - that mysterious new tenant that’d just moved into his building. The one that had Nanami wondering whether you were really as “sugary sweet n’ irresistible” as Higuruma raved you were. 

Though, he can’t imagine you’d be particularly happy about being woken up at 10am on a Sunday for overdue rent - he certainly wasn’t.

Seriously, he had no idea how Higuruma managed to do this every-

Click!

“Higu- you’re not Higuruma.”

Oh, and suddenly, Nanami gets it.

If he got to see this view, too, then he might just become the landlord himself.

It’s as if you knew you’d be playing with his sanity as soon as you opened that door, dressed in a fitted t-shirt that did absolutely everything to show off every bit of skin he shouldn’t be looking at. Your lips curving into a sinful little smirk when you notice his eyes dancing off that excuse of fabric you call “shorts”.

“Um…” you hum, after a few moments of silence. Leaning against your wooden door frame to give the tall man an appreciative one-over, “Nanami, right? You’re Higuruma’s friend?”

It’s as if the sound of his own name jolts Nanami right back into his senses, clearing his throat as he readjusts his glasses. “Y-yes. Nanami Kento.” And he winces, fuck he’s never stuttered like this. Never, even in the toughest of board meetings. Yet, here he was - making a fool out of himself. 

Knowing he’s completely fucked when your delicious grin only widens, he bows politely, “Apologies for barging in like this, ma’am. But Higuruma’s sick n’ m’here to collect the rent in his place.”

You wave off his formality, introducing yourself. “Ah, of course. I’ve seen you around, always been too nervous to come up and say hello, though.”

And, suddenly, Nanami’s glad you never came up to him to talk out of your own volition, he thinks he’s rather put off embarrassing himself for later. Coughing softly, “I apologize, s’my fault. It was rude of me to not introduce myself first.”

“Well, better late than never, right?” you continue in your smooth tone. Before your eyes catch down his broad shoulders, the bob of his Adam’s apple, the clipboard held between his long, long fingers. “Right- the overdue rent. I swear, Higuruma’s always such a sweetheart, he doesn’t bother to remind me.” Opening your door wider to give Nanami a good look inside your cozy apartment - something forbidden. “Come in come in, I seem to have lost my wallet somewhere in here though, maybe you can help me find it.”

Oh? 

And Nanami knows this is dangerous. He knows this is much more than his simple plan earlier of just “get the money and go”. He knows that little glint in your eye certainly does not bode well for him as soon as he steps through that door. 

Yet, he answers anyway, “Of course, lead the way.”

Every bit of small talk in your sultry voice has Nanami gulping, loosening his favorite yellow tie while he follows you inside. Averting his eyes from the curve of your shorts, he takes in the neat state of your apartment. 

That is, until-

“Here we are.” you lead him to a towering pile of clothes piled unceremoniously on your tv room couch. Gesturing airily at the mess, “I’m sure I left my wallet in one of my pants, so you can just sit here until I-”

“I’ll do it.” Nanami’s quick answer stuns the both of you momentarily. But before you can resist, he’s shrugging off his jacket, ignoring the heat of your gaze when he bunches up his sleeves to reveal strong, veined forearms. “It’s only fair, since m’bothering you so early.”

You chuckle, “Oh? What a gentleman, we can do it together then, handsome.”

So here he was - sat on your cramped couch, your thighs flush against his, tackling your laundry. This was definitely a far cry from getting the rent and leaving - but, alas, Nanami can’t find it in himself to complain when he neatly folds up your clothes. 

Whereas you were hastily throwing them god-knows-where, hissing, “Where- is it-” 

“Patience.” he’s humming, placing another t-shirt on your coffee table. “Higuruma’s in no hurry, he can barely get out of bed right now.”

You click your tongue in frustration, “But you, Nanami-”

“-are perfectly fine helping you out.” Nanami cuts in, flashing you a gentle smile. Your eyes widen at the sight of a soft dimple at the corner of it. Which makes him tear his gaze from that pretty pout on your lips to turn back to his dwindling half of the pile, “Besides, it would be a shame if such a nice apartment was messed up by- by-”

Fuck. 

Was that what he thought it was?

His fingers tremble, looking so fucking big wrapped around that those tiny strings of hot pink. Sinful. Obscene. Shit, if he tried he could just rip it to pieces with his bare hands right now - even if you’d been wearing it.

“Hm?” you’re gasping at the sight of the man before you, body stiff, ears a guilty red, gaze hardening at where he was holding onto one of your panties. Oh, shit. You pluck the offending piece of material from his hands, “Oh- whoops. Um- that can’t really be folded.” Throwing a wink at the flustered man - and the lingerie right back at him. “Evidently.”

It was all too much for Nanami, and he’s bringing a hand up to cover his blush - before ripping it off like it burned when he realized it was the same hand he held your panties with. 

Somehow, he manages to choke out, “Maybe- maybe we should try looking somewhere else.”

And it was true - the few messy clothes now leftover (and…Nanami couldn’t forget, your underwear) didn’t show any signs of hiding your wallet. 

“If you say so~” you muse, getting up from your seat - only to get down on your knees. Right in front of Nanami’s manspread legs. 

“Wh-what are you-”

“Under the couch.” you interrupt, enjoying this way too fucking much for the poor man’s sanity as you flash him a cheeky grin. And he smacks himself mentally for letting his imagination be toyed by your teasing whims. “I might’ve dropped it under the couch, so won’t you be a dear and help lift it while I look?”

He couldn’t get up fast enough, almost stumbling over his long legs to crouch down beside you - just anywhere away from this scandalous position. “Ready?” Nanami rasps, biceps bulging tight against his button-up when he easily tilts over your couch. 

“More than.” you take a second longer to admire him before going back to your mission.

Which - whatever’s left of the rational part of Nanami’s brain really thinks might just be to drive him insane instead finding that fucking- what was it- wallet? 

“Hmmm seems it’s not here either, right, Ken?” He doesn’t know what he’s reeling at more - the fact that you used his first fucking name or the way you were arched so teasingly like that. On your knees, spine curving into a delicious little bend that has the crotch of his pants growing just a bit tighter. And- shit he was wrong. So, so wrong. Because those weren’t a sinful pair of shorts like he’d initially thought after all, instead, they were more like underwear. Flimsy and thin, bunching up perfectly at the crease of your hips. 

You were captivating. 

At his heavy silence, you bat your lashes so deceivingly innocently, “Oh? Was it the name? Sorry, Nanami, you’ve just helped me so much that it ah- slipped out. I won’t do it again.”

“No.” he grits out, the both of you surprised by the ragged hitch in his answer. Already so disgustingly missing the sound of his first name rolling off your tongue. “I’d like it if you called me that- ‘Ken’ that is, if you want.”

“Well then, Ken.” you brush up unnecessarily against his sculpted body as you move to get up and dust yourself down. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my wallet’s not down there.”

Shit, he thinks, looking down at the empty spot of carpeted floor for the first time. You little tease, you knew what you were doing. 

Grinning unabashedly as you tug on his arm, “Come on! There’s one more place to look.”

As you pulled him along to the kitchen, Nanami had held out the hope that maybe - just maybe - this would be an actual attempt at finally paying off your overdue rent. Maybe he could walk out of this unscathed and holding onto whatever’s left of his dignity (and lacking the raging boner that was threatening against his slacks right now).

But every feeble hope of that was thrown out the window the moment you instructed him to hold the rickety, certainly unsafe chair propped up in front of your counter steady. 

“I swear I must’ve left it somewhere up there.” you grumble. Not wasting a moment before climbing onto it and rifling on top of your high cabinets. “No harm in trying, right?”

He gulps, palms getting sweaty on the wooden back of the chair with the effort to keep it still. “Are you sure you left it on top of there?”

“Huh? Yes yes, of course.” you answer absentmindedly. Your shirt snagging on your arms as you raise them even higher, “Think you can see something from down there?”

If Nanami could see the top of your shelves, then he didn’t want to find out - not when one glance upwards blessed him with a forbidden glimpse right up your t-shirt. All it took was a flash of skin before he was hit with the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“Ken~”

“Fuck!” he breathes, when he looks up involuntarily at the sound of his name. Face burning when you raise a brow, “U-um, m’not sure.” 

Yeah, he sure could see something - hell, he wanted to see more. 

He urgently swipes at the sweat slowly beading at his forehead, immediately regretting his actions when the chair tips ever-so-slightly. “Shit, I apologize, n’ I also apologize for what I’m about to do-” He gasps over your soft yelp, before wrapping two warm hands around the small of your waist. Searing. Soft. Planting you softly on the firm floor like some lil’ ragdoll, “-but I can’t let you put yourself in danger this way.”

Before you know it, you’re back in the safety of the ground. Stood right in front of a determined Nanami as he cranes his head up in your stuffy kitchen, backed up against the counter as he takes over looking for your wallet. 

“Let me, instead.” he grunts. 

But oh even with how genius he thought it was to look instead - even with how he stopped himself from looking at that sinful little slice of heaven - Nanami Kento had another problem. 

A problem that presented itself in the way that your body was pressed flush against his muscled chest, two of your thighs straddling his thick ones. Caged perfectly against him, exactly in the way he shouldn’t have been imagining - but did, anyway. And shit if he angled his body just right he could feel the heat of your core - the way your eager front was drawing in closer. 

“Ah-” he grunts when your soft palm glides lightly across his pecs. Jaw clenching while he tries to blink his hazy eyes back into the glaringly empty top of your cabinets, “My apologies, seems uh- your wallet isn’t- here-” 

Each word is wrenching out of his pretty, worry-bitten lips, a ragged gasp with every accidental brush of the pads of your fingers at the hem of his tight pants. 

“It isn’t there, hm?” you purr, a low honeyed tone that has all the blood in Nanami’s body rushing to his fat cock. “Well what do you suppose we do about that, Ken? Since I can’t pay the rent?”

Nanami doesn’t know whether you’re talking about the rent or that massive tent in his pants he really couldn’t explain away. Instead, he spits, “You knew what you were hah- doing, didn’t you, you lil’ minx? You don’t have your fuckin’ wallet here.”

And the air is so thick, so heady that he can only bring himself to pull away mere millimeters from where he was hovering near your face. 

But even that was too much - and in a split-second, you have your deft fingers wrapped tightly around his speckled tie. “And if I did?” Pulling close enough to ghost your lips against his, “You’re smart, Ken. So m’asking once again, what do you suppose we do about that?”

As if to draw out the answer from him, you’re giving a long, hard drag of your hot cunt along the outline of his swollen cock. You could almost feel every throb and nudge of his veins along the side, and it made you salivate.

“I suppose…” he answers, guttural, like some dark, primal part of himself is peaking its head out with each hot breath fanning your face. A large hand coming up to squish your cheeks into a pretty pout, pursing your lips perfectly for him. “That you hit me if you don’t like this, darling.”

And fuck for all how much of a gentleman Nanami acted - he kissed the exact opposite. All but ruining your lips in such a messy clash of teeth and tongue and him. Devouring you. 

“Fuck- shoulda known.” he’s letting out a humorless laugh, swiping his tongue across your glossy lower lips. “Should’ve known when you invited me in. Such a tease.” Drinking in your breathless moans, sucking on your tongue, “Such a- ngh- horny lil’ thing. This what you wanted all along?”

You hum into the kiss so drunk, “Maybe.” Dancing your hands all across where his toned muscles were fighting against the restraints of his shirt, “But you really can’t blame me.”

And maybe it was true - maybe this was inevitable. Either way, Nanami didn’t know, nor did he really care - not when you were letting out such sweet gasps when he bites down on your bottom lip - just a little punishment. Kissing his way down your heated skin, giving a languid lick at where he suspected that secret sensitive spot on your neck would be. 

“Oh! Ken.” you moan. Bingo. 

He’s unbuttoned his shirt now - or maybe it was you. Fuck, either way you couldn’t tear your eyes off of his pretty washboard abs. Curving and dipping like he was sculpted meticulously. 

And that’s all it takes for your already-dripping cunt to grow impossibly wetter, and he could feel it leaking through those flimsy cotton shorts of yours. Forming a messy sheen right at that damp spot of precum on his pants.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, my love.” Nanami murmurs, swiping a thumb down that sopping wet slit of yours through your shorts. Just marveling at the way that simple touch makes another wave of your sweet sweet juices bead through the fabric. “Hah, absolutely dripping. This all f’me?”

At your half-delirious nod, he flashes you a smile so handsome that it only makes you squirm more impatiently. “How sweet.” Giving your nose a chaste peck, “So good to me. So needy.”

“You’re the same, though.” you accuse, hotly.

And it’s true - Nanami couldn’t deny the aching need of his cock, the way he all but moans in response, “Then tell me- hngh tell me what you want. I’ll give you- anything-” Managing to get out through hot, sloppy kisses planted right on your wobbly lips, “-anything.”

But, ah, you always did manage to surprise him. And instead of an answer, you’re getting right down on your knees in front of him like you did not too long ago - though, this time, you’re reaching up to fumble with his belt. 

“Wan’ taste you.” you huff when his expensive notches prove too stubborn. “Wan’ feel you in my mouth so bad, Ken.” 

“Oh yeah?” he chuckles darkly, easily loosening his belt and his pants along with it. Rock-hard cock sensitive and just smearing a pool of precum where his fat head springs up to hit your lips. Such a pretty shade of gloss. Nanami laces his hand on your scalp to guide you forwards, slowly, “Then take it. Take it f’me, pretty.”

He was so pretty that you possibly couldn’t not - a delicate blushing red at his very tip, glistening and absolutely soaked in precum down the long path to his creamy base, his heavy balls. So girthy that it made your cunt clench in anticipation.

And then there’s no more talking. Hell, you barely get enough time to admire Nanami’s massive cock before he’s bullying it between your lips. Wetting his thick, angry tip with your saliva, just enough to eye down at the way your lips bulge so prettily around him. 

“Gonna hafta open w-wider if you wanna take me, pretty. Open hah- yeah jus’ like that.” He’s reeling your head back, all the way till you were just kissing at his thick, angry tip. “Now spit on it, my love.”

Despite being the one to say it, Nanami’s mouth drops into a fucked-out little oh! of disbelief when you’re readily decorating his swollen length with a steady stream of spit. Your soft palms smearing the saliva along his length. 

You’re slurring, “After all, I still haven’t found my wallet, right?”

And oh he doesn’t even have to ask for what comes next - doesn’t even have to make a noise. 

Immediately, you take him in inch by fucking inch. The deliciously salty twang taking over your senses, and he’s so hot and heavy over your tongue. Veins pulsing in a dizzyingly throb! throb! throb! against the roof of your mouth.

“Are you- are you sure you can-” You shut up his doubts by rubbing your hot tongue along every sensitive ridge you could reach. Bobbing your head at a quick, ruthless little pace to milk his pretty cock for all he’s worth. 

Nanami’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Was this what heaven felt like? 

“F-fuuuck, oh you-” his words are catching in his throat with each flick of the tip of your tongue against his sensitive slit. Just the way he liked it. “-ngh guess that sharp mouth of yours wasn’t just hah- good for teasing, huh?”

He’s running his mouth a mile a minute - the complete opposite of the reserved man that’d come knocking on your door. Hips grinding up into your warm tongue mindlessly, slow. Languid - like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. “Oh you feel so heavenly- so fuckin’ good it should be illegal.”

You can’t help but bat your teary eyes up at him in response, blinking away the lustful haze to drink in that utterly obscene sight above you. Nanami’s neat, blond hair uncharacteristically disheveled, stray strands sticking to his furrowed brow. Only deepening with each wrecked sigh that leaves his plump lips every time his abs flex with the movement of his fat head hitting the gummy back of your throat. 

He looks so pretty it makes you moan. 

Those electric vibrations going all the way down that wet divot on the tip of Nanami’s painfully hard cock to his heavy balls. 

“Oh shit- shit shit shit feels too good.” his words are slurring together, drunk off the way you gag around him. “Don’t do that don’t-” This only makes you drag your sloppy mouth down him deeper, syrupy moans sticking to

him all the while. 

“Fuck!” Nanami shudders. And he’s pulling you down - hard - barely letting you get a feverish little breath out until your nose is hitting the neat patch of blond at his base. Rubbing up against his toned pelvis. 

Still moving in deep, relentless thrusts inside your gummy cavern. “S’real fuckin’ hard to treat you as nice as I want when you act like that, my love.”

And, of course, the only response he gets are your pathetic, wet gurgles as you take him in faster. Cheeks hollowing to massaging his every sweet spot. Your jaw grinding against his twitching balls with each smack of his hypnotized hips against your mouth, fucking into you the way he wished he could do with your cunt. Frenzied. Sloppy. 

Yeah, this was heaven alright - but you were the fuckin’ devil. 

Of course, you wanted him to treat you like such a slut - so he does. 

Just dragging your stubborn mouth off of his twitching cock, Nanami only reaches down to place an accomplished peck on the pout of your mouth before hoisting you onto the counter. “What? You think I’d really ngh- cum before my darling girl?”

He’s groaning into your mouth, licking at the seam of your candied lips as two strong arms of his spread your legs so far apart it burned. “F-fuck, Ken-”

“Aw look. You’ve got another slutty pair, huh?” he gestures down at the drenched scrap of fabric you so proudly called “panties.” Sliding a thumb underneath to glide it underneath your puffy pussy lips. He’s echoing your sentiment from before, “Said you can’t find your hah- wallet, right?” Well, ya better start makin’ up for that now.”

In all of two seconds, Nanami’s hooking two fingers over your underwear - pulling - ripping. He was right -  Nanami takes a moment to admire your dripping cunt, glistening and needy for him - he could rip those panties right off of you. 

With just one hand pinning you to the cool marble of your counter, the other thumbing open your puffy folds, he’s giving all of your pussy a hot, open-mouthed kiss. 

“Mmm fuck-” he spits into your sloppy hole. Once. Twice. Letting it form a saturated little pool of your juices, before surging back nose-deep with a pained grunt. Again. And again. And again and again- “Jus’ as sweet- as sugary sweet ngh-”

Nanami didn’t think Higuruma knew about this little treasure trove when describing you - though, if he did, then he was well and fully intent on tongue-fucking every little thought out of him right now. 

“Hngh! Shit-” you’re keening when his greedy tongue laps up every bit of your syrupy sweet slick. Alternating - methodically, indecisively - between rolling over your throbbing clit and just dipping into your awaiting entrance. “It feels so- so good, Ken.”

“Yeah that’s right.” he gasps, wrapping those pretty pink lips of his to suck on your clit. Harsh. “Say my name- no, louder. Louder.” 

It’s all you can do to not just scream out his name without your neighbors filing a noise complaint. Dragging your sopping pussy all over his mouth - glistening and obscene right down the bottom half of his face all the way up to smear against his clear glasses. 

Such obscene squelches ring through your kitchen as Nanami keeps making out so messily with your sensitive nub. Ringing in your fucked-out brain, so obscene, so addictive that you barely even register the thick fingers dipping their way around your hole. 

You jolt when the cool metal of his glasses kiss your skin, “O-oh Ken what-” 

“Shhh shhh, darling.” he soothes. The tip of his manicured index circling around your elastic muscle. Hypnotic. “M’gonna take care of you. Gonna take such good-” With this, he’s bullying his fingers inside, “-care of you.”

Tears crinkle at the corners of your eyes at the sheer stimulation. Because for how sweet Nanami was talking you through this, he was absolutely ruthless on your cunt. Not half the man he was this morning - animalistic. Feral, even.

His sharp jaw grinding against your skin, fingers almost a blur with how depraved they were pumping in and out of you. Massaging every hidden corner of your plushy walls, yet you get the feeling that they were calculated. Nanami’s darkened eyes drinking in every whimper and twitch of your body over the glasses inching dangerously downwards. Searching, waiting for that one-

“Ngh!” You worry you’d have fallen off the counter if it wasn’t for Nanami holding you down. Body jolting at sudden electricity running through your veins, “Oh- fuck fuck fuck. Oh my god Ken, there. Right there–”

But before the sentence has even left your heavy lips, he’s hitting your g-spot once more. Easily finding the bullseye that has you bucking and arching into his mouth like such a slut. 

And this time - Nanami lets you use his mouth all you want. The fingers splayed out to pin you down moves to toy with your puffy clit. Rolling between his fingers while he hisses out syrupy sweet praises, “Shit, never liked m’name that much- ngh- but it sounds so pretty on your lips. So sweet. So- oh-” 

The sight of your cunt just beading with need has him kissing it once more. All over your sensitive nub, your ravaged hole, hell, even down to the mess of slick dripping down at your thighs. Faster. Sloppier. No rhythm or rhyme anymore. 

“M’so close.” you whine, weaving your fingers through his blond hair to help ride his face easier. Jolting with each purposeful flick of his tongue. “Gonna cum, Ken.”

“Cum then.” he answers, simply, grinning a guiltily glossy grin, “You’ve got a lot to make up for, right?”

And then you do - stars behind your eyes and that little nickname you’d made Nanami in your mouth. Over and over while he tonguefucks you through your high. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck–” you whine, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks eat time he swiped at your sensitive spots, dragging it out longer. Until your soft whimpers were drowning out the squelches from below. Until you were blinking your spotty vision back. Until you were squirming your hips higher up the counter to pull away from Nanami’s unforgiving tactics. “M’too sensitive- Nana-”

He tuts, interrupting your orgasm-drunk babbles, “Tha’s not what you call me.” Pulling away just enough to hum, “All I did was eat this pretty cunt out, darling n’ you already forgot my name?”

You shiver - both at his mean little tone and the absolutely sinful sight between your shaky thighs. Nanami’s lips plump and irritated, eyes foggy - glasses even more so with all the sloppy dredges of spit and your slick.

Shit, you think he’s never looked prettier. 

“Is that so?”

It’s all you hear before you’re hit with his glasses being gently placed onto your nose bridge - followed shortly by the realization that oh, you said that out loud. But Nanami basks in your sudden shyness, giving your lips a chaste, lingering peck. “You dirtied my glasses, y’know. Now you have to make up for that on top of the rent.”

And by the feeling of his thick tip kissing at your pussy lips, you had a very good idea about how you’d be making up for it. Making a mess. Sliding the curve of his head up and down. Up and down up and down up and-

“B-but don’t forget.” you manage to grit out by the time he’s nudging his divot against your clit. “You have to make- hah- make up for-” 

In a fluid motion, you’re reaching your fingers to dig into the irresistible tan skin at his hips, all hard muscle and the thick fabric of where he’d pulled his pants down just enough. You press down on his bulging back pocket, smirk growing at the familiar flash of hot pink you could spy, “-my panties.”

The moment the obscene little accusation leaves your lips, you give a soft tug forwards. Nanami’s towering body being pulled easily to push his weeping tip past your puffy folds. 

“F-fuck.” he’s throwing his head back at the feeling. “You hngh- saw, huh?”

Oh, if he hadn’t been imagining this the moment he’d stepped inside your apartment then Nanami thinks he might’ve just passed out right then and there. 

Because you were so warm, so addictive wrapped around his cock - even when he’s barely even in. That he just has to keep going - after all, it’s for the rent, right?

It’s what he likes to think.

It’s what he whispers - over and over into your open mouth as he bullies his thick cock past your gummy entrance. Letting your plush walls suck the ever-loving soul out of him with each lazy, lingering grind just to fit himself inside. 

“O-oh! Shit-” your nails leave jagged red marks down Nanami’s broad shoulders when he stuffs you full. Desperate. “Y-you’re so big, Ken–” 

At this, you feel Nanami’s girth grow even wider, stretching your walls until it felt like he was molding your poor pussy to the shape. Just reaching into your lungs. You squeal, “Wait- you got bigger- what-”

“I know I know, You got it, my love.” he’s soothing your cries with sugary kisses at the corners of your mouth. Drawing slow, methodical circles on your clit in time with his experimental thrusts. “You got it. You can take it. Shhh shh-” He’s drinking in your cute mewls, cupping your pretty face with his free hand, “You’ll take it right? All of it, like my good girl? You’ve gotta make up for it, right?” At your delirious nod, “Words, pretty.”

“Yes, please.” You buck your hips in a sultry tandem matching his, the cool frame of his glasses still kissing at your skin. “M’gonna take it all like your good girl, Ken.”

Shit, he can feel himself growing even bigger just halfway into you, “Then-” Angling your teary face down to watch the mess down below. The way your greedy cunt was trying to milk each and every inch of him like it was delicious. “-look.”

You can’t tear your eyes away as he delves into you so filthy. 

Not waiting for your pathetic whines about him being “too big” - no, Nanami’s only pulling you back from escaping like some sextoy - his favorite one. Still toying sweetly with your clit while he pushes against that feeble ring of resistance. Once. Twice. Thrice. 

“Ken!” you’re yelping out when he finally bottoms out. Your swollen folds meeting his drenched hilt, blond tufts of hair brushing up against your pelvis. Sighing, ”Finally.”

“Finally?” he’s dragging out his words with an already-crooked, pussydrunk grin. Eyes wild - bewildered almost at how well you were taking him. “S-seriously? Did you say ngh- ‘finally’, my girl?” Each word has him tapping more strength behind those thrusts, faster. Harder. Spitting out so contendly, “Finally- hah. Such a slut f’me, hm?”

He’s plunging into you like such an animal right now, so harsh that it was almost difficult to pull back. To dare subject himself to not be buried inside your dripping cunt for even a split-second. 

In response, you lick a long stripe up the sensitive area of his neck, splaying out a hand to squeeze Nanami’s pec - and the rapid heartbeat you felt beneath it. “You’re not- ngh- any better.”

“I know.” Nanami leers, unabashedly kneading at your sore tits now. Fucking you harder and harder into the counter. Connecting his sweaty forehead with yours to look you right in the eyes as he gruffs, “I’ve been thinking about fucking this pretty cunt as soon as you opened that door, y’know.”

You feel his cock twitch wildly at the confession, dragging against your gummy walls with his tip. Hitting - oh-so-expertly - that one sensitive honeypot of nerves. Which makes Nanami’s mouth fall slack with what a treasure you were. 

“Y-you’re such a-” you’re moans are syrupy and slurring together now. Holding onto the larger man for dear life, “such a pervert, Ken.”

Shit, you were squeezing around him so hard that it was almost impossible to pull out. Abs straining to keep up the loud staccato of skin-against-skin, and Nanami’s long, jagged rams inside your wet heaven.

Nanami’s nosing down your pulse, letting his hot tongue loll out to catch the salty drops of your tears, “Mhm, only for hngh- you. Because you’re my girl now, aren’t ya?”

So easy for him to trawl out those addictive moans with each drag of the upwards curve of his fat cock. Thick tip hitting your g-spot, your cervix - as if he was branding his name into your pretty pussy from the inside. Sloppy. 

Leaving a bruising little Kento. With his erratic fingers pinching and rolling your clit at the same feverish tempo of his cock bullying inside your cunt - Kento. With his heavy balls smacking against your ass, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure all the way up to his sensitive slit, rubbing up against your succubus walls - Kento. With the way your heels were now digging into those dimples at the bottom of his spine, sure to leave marks with the way you were pulling him impossibly closer. So needy - Kento.

Only getting sloppier. The only thing in your mind right now - Kento Kento Kento-

So, really, it makes sense when that’s the only thing you’re capable of getting out once you cum. It sneaks up on you at first, and then all at once - and before you know it, you’re cumming so desperately all over Nanami’s relentless cock. 

Over and over.

Your thighs spasming, such a slutty ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth with each wave of pleasure he’s forcing out of you by targeting your ravaged g-spot. Only a few more of those sloppy, mean thrusts left in the man himself before Nanami’s spilling into your greedy cunt. 

Painting your gummy walls white with each painful squeeze of his balls, he’s still thrusting - as if on instinct. Shoving his seed deeper and deeper down your cum-filled hole until he’s sure it’s overfilled. 

By god were you a vision, he’s thinking deliriously. Tears pooling at your eyes, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth, throat to shoot to do anything but whimper when he keeps going in and out in and out in and-

And if he angled his head just right, he could see the hot globs of cum that take to trickling out from your puffy folds, pooling at a mouthwateringly creamy base around his hilt.

“Ah,” Nanami wastes no time squeezing his index into your already-bulging entrance, pumping the cum slobbering out back in. “Better- hah- better not waste any-” He could barely speak right now, cumming harder than he has in his whole life - in fact, his overworked cock was still shooting out wispy spurts of his seed. Like he couldn’t stop. “-after all, y’haven’t made up for all the overdue rent yet, my love.”

A/N. Concept inspired by this NSFW audio by IchigekiVA that my friend sent me <3

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