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All I Want. | K.W
summary: It's so busy, you miss Kurt.
warnings: GN!reader | Fluff | Brief mention of mutant treatment
a/n: I had a handful of requests/ideas I'm going to try to do. I love a lot of them so I'll do my best to pick the ideas that were mentioned more than once. For now here's this little drabble, not long but something cute. Not edited ignore mistakes. ;; wc: 1.3k
The holidays turned the mansion into a whirlwind of endless activity and festive energy.
Every moment seemed filled with purpose as you moved from one seasonal task to another - mixing cookie dough in the warm kitchen while trying to keep prying blue hands away from the dough, building snowmen in the crisp winter air with the younglings, organizing decorations from dusty attic boxes, and carefully hanging twinkling lights along the hallways. The mansion buzzed with non-stop holiday preparations from sunrise to sunset, and while you had help from the other older mutants, the majority of the planning and decorating fell on your shoulders.
Between the constant motion of holiday tasks and the infectious excitement in the air, you found yourself working well past your usual limits, your body finally signaling its need for rest as evening approached.
The cold winter nights grew more and more frigid, nothing brought you more comfort than sinking into the plush embrace of the living room couch, wrapping your hands around a steaming mug of hot cocoa topped with a generous swirl of whipped cream and a sprinkle of crushed peppermint and cocoa shavings. The warmth of the dozen bamfs that gathered around you didnât go unnoticed, creating a cozy cuddle pile with you. Their curiosity and playful nature showed as they cautiously stretched forward, tiny tongues darting out to steal tastes of the sweet cream and minty chocolate garnish that crowned your drink.
Kurt's presence had grown increasingly sparse lately. The holiday season always brought an overwhelming surge of responsibilities for the X-Men, as they encountered a significant increase in cases of abandoned mutants during this time of year. The harsh winter conditions made their missions even more critical, keeping the team constantly engaged in rescue operations.
The majority of mutants they discovered were victims of abuse or deliberately abandoned, left to face the bitter elements alone. The numerous children they found never failed to make your heart ache, young souls who had just begun to manifest their powers and were cast aside by those who should have protected them.
The weight of his absence pressed heavily on your heart.
This year had been particularly difficult, as your relationship with Kurt had been flourishing, you grew closer than you had been with anyone and finally felt comfortable in your own skin. Yet these precious moments of togetherness remained frustratingly elusive. The memory of his enthusiastic promises to share traditional recipes from his homeland lingered in your mind, but his overwhelming schedule had prevented that from happening.
Night after lonely night, you found yourself lying awake, wondering when he might finally return with enough time to dedicate to your shared moments together.
You hated feeling so selfish, but you also couldn't help it.
A gentle hand brushed against your cheek as one of the mischievous bamfs scrambled its way up to perch on your shoulder, its small tongue darting out to playfully lick away the spots of whipped cream that had collected on your lip and the tip of your nose. "H-Hey, hey, I think you've had enough sugar, all of you," you spoke with mild exasperation to the gathering of bamfs surrounding you, their eager eyes fixed on your drink as they continued their persistent attempts to steal a taste.
The sheer volume of cookies, candy canes, and other sweets they managed to consume on a daily basis had become a source of concern, and each night you found yourself anxiously waiting, fully expecting to discover them all suffering from severe sugar-induced stomach aches.
Yet their bellies were made of steel, the hellfire bellowing inside them scorching everything that hit their stomachs.
After what felt like an eternity of coaxing and gentle persuasion, you finally managed to get all of the little bamfs settled into their beds for the night. The last one had been particularly resistant, but eventually succumbed to sleep.
Exhausted from the long day, you made your way to the bathroom to complete your nightly routine. You brushed your teeth and washed your face, taking comfort in these familiar actions, none of it took much effort and was all muscle memory. When you finished, you reached for the light switch, flicking it off before wearily making your way out of the bathroom.
Your body felt heavy with fatigue as you climbed into bed, your mind already drifting toward the promise of sleep. Just as you were about to fall asleep, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around your waist. The unexpected contact sent a jolt of adrenaline through your system, instantly dispelling any trace of drowsiness from your body as all your muscles grew tight. On instinct, you threw your elbow backward in a defensive motion, connecting with something solid behind you.
"Ach - ScheiĂe!" Kurt's pained voice rang out as he quickly brought his hand up to cradle his nose. The sudden commotion caused several of the bamfs to materialize in your lap, their small forms bristling with protective energy. Their eyes glowed intensely in the darkness as they positioned themselves defensively with their backs puffed up, but upon recognizing Kurt, their aggressive posturing immediately melted away.
"Kurt?? Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," you muttered apologetically, your hand instinctively reaching out through the darkness to find his where it was pressed against his face. Your heart was still racing from the startle. "You completely caught me off guard there...I didn't even sense you in the room at all."
"Heh...it's alright, liebling...I should have let you know I returned from the mission early. I wanted to surprise you but...you had already gone to sleep." He gently rubbed his nose where you had accidentally struck him, before carefully taking your outstretched hand in his and leaning closer to study your face in the dim light. "You seem completely drained of energy, ja? Was it a particularly demanding day?" His brow furrowed with concern, causing his usually neat hair to fall forward in loose curls that partially obscured his worried expression.
Your hand drifted upward of its own accord to brush through his disheveled curls, trying to smooth them back into place. "Yeah I...I had a busy day..." you admitted with a tired sigh.
"Sprechen Sie mit mir." Kurt spoke gently, his voice a soothing whisper as he drew you close against his body. The winter season had blessed him with an exceptionally thick coat, his usual short fur now grown into a luxurious winter covering that was so soft and warm. You nestled deeper into his embrace, his typically velvet-like fuzz had grown into longer, softer strands that were just long enough to twirl playfully around your fingers, particularly abundant across his chest where it formed gentle curls.
His tail moved with gentle affection against your leg as he carefully positioned you both for comfort, creating a cozy space where you could share your stories. With interest reflecting in his eyes, Kurt settled in to hear about your day. He listened intently as you recounted your baking experience with the bamfs, playing outside with the children, and decorating like an expert. You were pretty proud of yourself.
"Ah, I figured you made those cookies... they are absolutely perfect, my liebe. I might have snuck a few when I got back," he smiled warmly, his prominent fangs poking out endearingly as he spoke. His gentle, playful tease made your cheeks flush with warmth and you instinctively shifted even closer to his comforting presence.
"Did you happen to see the special batch I made just for you?" you asked, looking up at him expectantly.
"Ja...I must confessâŠI ate them all," he replied with a hint of satisfaction in his voice, his lips brushing your forehead as he leaned down to kiss your skin.
"You didn't save a single one??" You looked up at him with a playful smirk, which he couldn't help but mirror on his own face.
"Nein... they were specifically made for me, weren't they? And I am absolutely not sharing," he declared with mock possessiveness. He loved your cookies, and whenever you bakes him anything, he tended to be pretty protective over the things you made.
"Greedy..." You murmured, making Kurt lean down again, his chest rumbling softly as his voice became heavy with drowsiness.
"Stets."
Thanks for reading~
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hi dee! can i request iwaizumi + power outage due to heavy snow storm pls đ happy holidays <3
under the covers đ iwaizumi hajime x f!reader
In which a snow storm, a power outage, and the utter necessity of body heat find you in your roommate's bed.
2.1k â 18+ only, roommate!iwaizumi, roommates to lovers speed run, cuddling for warmth, dry humping, fingering
12:54 am
The numbers glow bright in the darkness of your room as you tap your phone screen, teeth chattering within the bundle of blankets youâre currently burrowed beneath. Despite your best efforts, your own body heat has done little to warm the makeshift cocoon.Â
A gust of wind rattles your bedroom window as the snow storm outside rages on, leaving a layer of frozen white crystals stuck to the shuddering screen.Â
The powerâs been out for a few hours nowâand subsequently the heat to your apartment. Any hope that you may have had for it to kick back on tonight is dwindling significantly by the minute.Â
Sighing, you glance up at the ceiling before wrenching yourself out of bed with your layers of blankets clutched against you. Your muscles ache from shivering, but you ignore it and slip out into the hallway.
Your roommateâs door sits slightly ajar.
âIwaizumi, are you awake?â you call out quietly from the doorway.Â
The creaking of a bed frame is followed by soft footsteps padding across carpet, and the door squeaks slightly as it opens further.Â
If anything could send heat flooding to your gut, itâs thisâthe sight of Iwaizumi Hajime with pillow-mussed hair and his pretty eyes that look equal parts tired and concerned.
âYou alright?â he asks.
Heâs wearing his old Aoba Johsai hoodie. The same one, your brain helpfully reminds you, that you were wearing earlier this morning while cooking breakfast. Thereâs still a tiny splatter of pancake batter on one shoulder. Â
You wonder if he saw the drool spot on the sleeve from when you fell asleep on the couch wearing it.Â
âI canât sleep,â you admit.
He nods, rubbing his eyes and dragging a hand through his hair, and you canât help but find yourself momentarily distracted by the motion.
At this rate, youâre beginning to think Iwaizumi could save you from hypothermia by just gawking at him like a stupid lovesick fool.Â
âMe either, the insulation in this building is shit. And it doesnât look like theyâre gonna get this fixed anytime soon.â He glances back over his shoulder at the snow that continues to fall heavily outside, illuminated by the golden glow of a streetlamp.Â
Your heart knocks anxiously against your ribcage as you ready yourself to ask the question that youâve spent the past hour rehearsing in your head.
âI donât think so, either. But uhâŠshould we maybe try combining our blanket forts in a joint effort to not freeze to death?â You gesture toward the similar pile of blankets on his bed, suddenly feeling more awkward and nervous than you ever have in the past year that youâve lived together.Â
If nothing else, youâll remain forever smug that your habit of shamelessly collecting throw blankets has finally found its purposeâdespite the judgemental sigh your roommate responds with every time you come home with a new one.
Iwaizumi laughs, âAs long as you donât hog them all.â
âI make no promises,â you shrug, aiming for nonchalance despite the lingering trepidation inside of you.Â
â
Early morning light creeps in through the window when your eyes crack open partyway, and the first thing you register is warmth. Wonderful, splendid warmth.Â
âŠsolid warmth that slowly rises and falls beneath you, two arms snaked around your middleâ
Oh.
The good news? Both of you managed to fall asleep last night curled up inches apart atop Iwaizumiâs mattress.Â
The other good news? While youâre buried under too many blankets to tell if the power made a miraculous return while you were sleeping, youâre deliciously warm all the same.Â
(Warm enough that you apparently kicked off your sweatpants in your sleep.)
The bad news?Â
The source of heat beneath you is your unfairly handsome roommate, whoâs fast asleep and holding you to his chest with his hands tucked under his hoodie and splayed against the bare skin of your lower back.
Heâd unceremoniously stuffed said hoodie back over your head when he turned around to find you shivering after he finished laying out your combined blankets on his bed.Â
âbefore youâd both climbed under the pile with the awkward air of a newly married couple in an arranged marriage preparing to spend their first night together.Â
But nowâ
It leaves you dizzy, being this wrapped up in the familiar scent of his body wash and cologne while his thumb unconsciously presses into the dip just above the curve of your ass.Â
Andâheâs hard.
Heat freely sparks and combusts in your abdomen, your throat going dry as you try to ignore the tingle of pleasure from the feeling of him pressed between your legs.
Slowly, you try to peel yourself off of him for the sake of your sanityâbecause you can already feel yourself getting mortifyingly wet. Youâre too tired and sensitive and pent up for this. Â
But Iwaizumiâs grip on you tightens as he murmurs in a sleep-rough voice, âDonât hog the blankets.â
A small laugh bubbles up in your chest, and you let a finger skate against his side. âIâm not a blanket!â you protest weakly, trying to steady your voice.Â
Forgetting how ticklish your roommate is, your mistake only becomes apparent when his body jerks in reaction to your touch, leaving his erection to press fully against the heat between your legs.
You gasp before you can stop yourself, and Iwaizumiâs eyes fly open, all remaining traces of sleep quickly slipping away as he takes in your position. The two of you stare at one another for a beat.
âIâll justââ
You go to shift off of him, prickling with mortification, but his grip on you remains.
âAre you warm?â he asks quietly. Calmly. Pointedly. Clearly not on the verge of dying of embarrassment like yourself.Â
You nod, slowly.Â
âGood,â he mirrors your nod. âSleep a little longer, it looks like itâs still early.â
He says it matter-of-factly, as if heâs not at all bothered by the fact that youâre plastered against his chest, flush against his hard cock.
But heâs so warmâ
And youâre still so tiredâ
Sliding one hand up to the back of your head, he brushes his fingers against your hair in a way that has your eyelids going heavy again as you let yourself sink into his warmth.
If you werenât so exhausted in the first place, so comfortable in Iwaizumiâs arms, you may have foreseen your next mistake.Â
But as you fall asleep to the near-silent murmur of, âYouâre so warm,â that rustles against the shell of your earâwell, consequences are the last thing on your mind.
Youâve had this dream plenty of times before, the hot, slick heat of Iwaizumiâs mouth on yours. The press of his fingertips into your sides, his tongue against your teeth. The deep rumble of a moan in his chest as you nip at his bottom lip, the answering whimper in your own as he cups your face and kisses you roughly in turn.
The thick press of his cock between your legs as you straddle his waist, your panties already slick with arousal as he grabs your hips and groans, pulling you into him even harder when you start to rock against him.
Youâve woken up soaking wet and alone in bed countless times from dreams like this, dreams of kissing your roommate until youâre both panting and desperate. Dreams of feeling the shape of his dick through his pants as you dry hump him until youâre both on the verge of combusting.
Youâve stuffed a vibrator inside of your tight, creamy hole half-awake to dreams of him flipping you over and thrusting his cock insideâ
âShit.â
You jolt awake to the sound of Iwaâs voice, and you find your lips plastered against Iwaizumiâs neck, the skin there already slick with saliva. Your cunt throbs, and Iwaizumiâs fingers dig into your hips as he drags his clothed cock against your panties.
âIââ he cuts himself off when a whine escapes your lips.
âIwa,â you pant, realizing one of your fingers is buried in his hair.Â
âSorry, Iââ he groans when you shift atop him, your folds sliding against your sopping wet panties. ââI was sleeping, and youâŠâ
Gasping at the pleasure that crawls up your spine, you gasp, âDonât stop.â
Iwaizumi goes still for a moment, though you can feel the unsteady rise and fall of his chest beneath you. âAre you sure?â
Youâll feel a little pathetic for how quick and needy your response comes out later, but for now, youâre too desperate to care.Â
âPlease.â
He exhales, breath coming out ragged as his hands slide to your waist, pushing up yourâhisâhoodie and your shirt underneath until your tits are nearly hanging out.
His hands burn everywhere they touch your bare skin.
âYou have no idea what it does to me every time you wear this,â he rasps.Â
Heat throbs between your thighs at his admission, at the way he drags his teeth against his bottom lip when his thumbs just barely feather against the lower swell of your breasts.Â
Itâs wholly deliberate this time, the way you drag your hips down against him, and you revel in the way his neck strains as he pushes his head back into the pillow, eyes falling shut.Â
Even through his sweatpants, the shape and size of Iwaizumiâs cock imprints itself against your pussy with each push and drag, leaving your mouth to water at the thought of him stuffing it inside of you. At the thought of your cunt stretching to accommodate him, sucking him in and taking each inch until heâs slamming against your cervix while you sob his name.Â
Iwaâs hand cups the side of your neck, sliding up to stroke your jaw as he brings your mouth to meet his, lips hovering against yours as he finally finishes his previous sentence, âYou woke me up like this.â
âSorry,â you gasp, spine arching as your clit catches the outline of the head of his shaft just right. ââIwa.â His name is less punctuation to your statement than an automatic reaction to the way he presses up into you harder when he sees the way you shudder in pleasure.
âThatâs not what you were moaning in your sleep,â he murmurs, chin clasped between two fingers, his stubble brushing against your face as he presses a slow, hot kiss to the corner of your mouth.
He brings a hand down to the curve of your ass, fingers closing around the lacy fabric that covers it and tugging it into a fist. You keen, mouth falling open as he bunches your panties from the back, leaving the fabric to dig tightly into your slit.
âHajime,â you choke out as he extends a finger, slipping it past your stretched underwear to stroke the outside of your fluttering, dripping hole. You can almost feel it pulsate under his touch, your walls clenching in anticipation.Â
You canât even bring yourself to be embarrassed by how wet you are, not after the groan that tumbles from his lips as he feels the evidence of it.Â
âSay it again,â he breathes against your mouth.
âHajime,â you moan, and he abandons his grip on your panties entirely to thrust a thick finger inside of you.Â
Later, maybe, youâll find the wherewithal to giggle a little with a quip about giving him somewhere hot and wet to stay warm.Â
But right now, all you can do is writhe on top of him, whining in pleasure as Iwaizumi fingers you while you hump his cock, the dual pleasure turning you into a trembling, needy mess.Â
You spread your legs even further as he stuffs a second finger inside of you, his voice a hoarse rasp as he groans about how fucking wet you are before capturing your lips in a messy, heated kiss.Â
âCome for me,â he groans, a string of sticky saliva hanging between your lips while he curls his fingers inside of you. âLet me feel it.â
When you tip over the edge, your vision goes white as every muscle in your body seizes with pleasure, your pussy spasming in a slippery, soaked mess while Iwaizumi finger fucks you through your orgasm.
You can feel him press up into you roughly as you ride it out, your name tumbling from his lips in a stuttered gasp as his cock throbs, flooding his boxers with hot, thick ropes of cum that you can feel as it soaks through his sweatpants.
Both of you go boneless, quiet save for the sound of your breathing until you hear the sound of the power clicking back on. Looking up from where your head is currently pressed to Iwaizumiâs chest, you confirm your suspicions when you see the lamp on his bedside table now illuminated.
âHow long do you think itâll take for the shower to heat up?â you ask him coyly.
Iwaizumi laughs hoarsely in response.Â
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Dialtown is the most USA-core game I've ever played. It's so fucking American that it's scary, and I've lived there my entire life! Like, this feels fundamentally tied with the game's themes and narrative, that's how extreme it is. And it's not even alienating OR nationalist?? It makes such genuine commentary? And then there's so much other shit to think about too; Dialtown has a very real identity outside this that anyone could love?
One: I am VERY impressed that you have done the USA and its people this well. I am actually astounded, bewildered, and chuffed. I've never felt so seen by a video game, culturally-speaking. I didn't even know there was a culture to see.
Two: WHY did you do that. Dialtown is like USA Culture Absurdified: The Visual Novel. What drove you to make a game this rich with American culture and ideas???
Hello!
It would've been odd for an outsider (non American) who enjoys reading up on history to make my setting nationalist or alienating. America is a country with a lot of serious issues. You can't really study how America is (and has been) internally run without facing glaring and obvious systematic issues. DT's setting is one of scarcity and most of the main characters you follow in DT are kinda just scraping by without much hope for true mobility/advancement. A lot of Americans (especially younger generations) would agree this sorta encapsulates the national mood of the country right now.
Of course, the systems that run a country don't define its citizens - many of the finest people I've ever known are American and are victims of the whims of those with power, not willing participants in this system. I could be wrong, but that's why I think the setting connected with a lot of people. We all know Randys, Olivers + Karens, people who've fallen through the cracks in some way. To them, America's spirit of self-determination isn't about individual identity - it's more "you're on your own."
Why I chose to set DT in America would be a novel length answer in of itself, but it mainly came down to history + narrative opportunity. I wanted to set the game in the epicenter of where the phone-revolution came from and Crown likely couldn't have pulled his plan off anywhere else and probably not during any other time. It had to be 1960's America.
Of course, some parts of DT are sorta universal and were inspired by the the Great Recession and what followed. I remember there was an area not that far from my house that was full of green fields when I was born and when I was a kid (and when real estate boomed), stuff started being built there. Parts of it looked really nice, not quite like anything nearby. Like the future was coming. Then the economy crashed and stuff was left sitting there, half-built for like a decade. Skeletal, unfinished buildings. DT is much the same.
There's a feeling that the city could've been something better and while things could be more equal, it does feel like there are no easy solutions to fix everything - unless someone very smart and determined somehow bypassed every safeguard that was set up to halt radical change and enacted a genius plan to somehow eliminate scarcity. It happened once and might never again.
I don't think most people understand the intricacies of stuff like global commerce all that well (myself included), but when you're sitting looking at a half built neighbourhood mere hours after speaking to a friend who just kicked out of rented accommodation and doesn't have a stable family unit to fall back on, you'd have to be a real dolt not to understand that things aren't great right now. Most people are scraping by and feel if they could just get affordable housing locked down, if they had maybe one good opportunity - maybe there's hope that things could change for the better.
The end of DT isn't really utopian, things don't massively change for the better and indeed, the town has a lot of rebuilding to do. But, a collection of lonely people are now looking out for each other and through the relationships they have, now feel like they have a place in this world. That no matter how bad things really get - they aren't truly by themselves anymore. Most individuals don't have the means to significantly advance change on their own - but you can live your life, love those around you and support others and plan for when the opportunity to affect change comes about.
I guess that's what life is, in America or anywhere else. Sorry I rambled for so long. Hope this answered the question!
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He is Baby (Extended)
It was cold, so very cold. As December approached, Fawcett city was covered in a fine sheet of snow.
For the most, it was no problem. But for one Billy Batson, it was one of the most difficult problems of the year.
He didn't really have a place to stay; he didn't trust the Rock not to displace him in time, the train station to the Rock wasn't particularly warm, he couldn't get into a homeless refuge without risking being caught CPS, and his usual hideout (a falling-apart building) was at full capacity by other teens in similar situations.
That was sub-problem #1. Sub-problem #2 was food.
After a few visits to the realms of different pantheons; at least half of agriculture-related deities had determined that it just wouldn't do for a boy with so many responsibilities to barely be able to eat, so they (collectively or individually, he couldn't tell) decided to bless him.
A tree he planted would give him any and all types of fruits, so he could always have a healthy snack. If he could get his hands on some bread, it would be tastier and fill him more than it normally should. And things had a tendency not to rot even after several days, so a single harvest of the mini-garden he managed to create would last him so much longer.
Unfortunately; that didn't work when there were no plants to plant or harvest, and he didn't realize the shortage he was about to experience until it was too late to get more than barely enough for November.
After they noticed; his patrons became restless, trying to figure out a way out of this one. Refuge was out of the question, he wouldn't risk it; so was the Rock, and it's station, for not being safe enough; and he wouldn't throw another child into the coldness so he could regain his spot at his hideout.
"The Watchtower?" One had proposed. But it wouldn't do.
He didn't sleep, for all the JL knew, and he wasn't going to deny or confirm anything if it could lead up to his identity being revealed. Also, could he even sleep in his Champion form?
Solomon answered that, while he couldn't get a full night's sleep, even just trying would help his brain do some of the things it did while resting. Still, he couldn't go three full months without actual sleep.
What to do?
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It was too cold.
He should've expected it, that soon it wouldn't be safe to sleep outside. They told him, that it was too dangerous, that he should stay as Captain Marvel until he finds a place to stay.
But he didn't listen. He'd just come back from the Watchtower, from a 4-hour meeting, and was tired of not being tired.
"It won't snow 'till next week," he told them, like a fool. "The weatherman said so," who would know more? The weatherman or a weather-god?
He went to sleep, and barely woke up to the voices of his patrons screaming inside his head.
"Too cold!" "Danger!" "Wake up!" But what could he even do?
He felt frozen in place, unable to move. He tried to scream, "SHAZAM!" But it was to no use, he'd probably already caught a cold and couldn't talk, let alone scream.
It was so cold, it was warm. The feeling lulling him back to sleep, if only they'd shut up. It was fine, he'd be fine.
They probably realized he'd no longer understand them, because their voices were replaced by images. Ice cube, crossed fire, danger sign. Hands shaking, multiple 'Z's crossed as well.
It only made him more sleepy.
"Billy!!", he recognized the voice as one of the gods. But it wasn't inside his head.
His body moved upwards, as he noticed someone'd taken him from the snow into their arms. It was warm, actually warm. Another level of warm.
The god said something he couldn't decipher at the moment, but he felt the magic moving from the god's body to his own.
What did it do? He'd no idea, as he once again succumbed to sleep. This time incentivized by his patrons.
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It would've been so much faster to sent Hermes or Apollo to bring the child to Olympus; but, in their panic, the god king had completely forgotten about them (which was a bit embarrassing because Mercury also was in Billy's headspace).
They completely ignored the infirmary in favor of their master room, Hera'd understand. The priority was rising the child's body temperature.
They made a bee-line for the bathroom, and willed the room to be ready. With a hand movement, Billy's clothes changed to a bathing robe (they had the feeling he wouldn't appreciate being naked even if it was a life-or-death situation).
As they lowed the kid into the bathtub; Hermes, Mercury and Apollo appeared at the door. The oldest of their present children went to their side almost immediately, searching healing items in his bag.
The speed-gods went together to their other side, and slowly convinced them to get out of the bathroom and let the sun god work his magic.
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Warm.
Billy woke up, and it was warm.
Slowly he managed to open his eyes. To the biggest room he's ever been to.
Where was he?
Solomon gladly answered, "It was far too cold for you outside, you were freezing. So Zeus went to get you, you're in their room."
Well, if this was the room of a god, it was far more colorful that he'd ever imagine. Like, he'd expect it to have more white and gold and not so much purple, blue and pink. The floors were a reddish brown, so cool!
Also, he felt great. Like, actually great, "Wow, I'd forgotten one'd feel this good" levels of great. Well, he did feel a little congested; but nothing else hurting absolutely outweigh it!
He heard the door open, and in front of him was a goddess he hadn't met, tho he didn't need Solomon to tell him who she was. That was Hera, if the crown and the peacock-feather necklace were any indicators.
He wondered if he should vow; before Hercules chimed in, saying it's better to play it safe with her. So he vowed.
"There is no need for that," she said. "You're Billy, correct?" He nodded. "Then know that you're as much mine as you're my husband's."
He didn't really understand what she meant by that. But it didn't matter at the moment.
"They've been anxious to see you; so, if you feel alright at the moment, join us in the conference room." Was the last thing she said before turning around and leaving.
He wanted to ask where that was, but Solomon was kind enough to drop a map of the palace in his mind. A little too much information, but it was useful.
He navigated the halls, Mercury creating an arrow towards the destination inside his mind.
In the meantime; he looked around, his brain trying to register every single detail of the place. Heâd been to Olympus before, but only as Marvel. When he had a bigger reason to be there, and he instinctually knew where everything was, nothing could surprise him in those moments.
Now everything surprised him. The halls were more like several open rooms, one next to the other. Ten people could be side to side, and they could still walk comfortably. There are also a lot of trash cans, not sure why they would need them tho.
Before he could open the door to the conference room; Mercury ran out of it, tackling him in a hug. He didn't even notice when he stopped being outside the room, and started being inside it.
In one couch was Solomon, beside him was probably Athena. Both were invested in their respective books, but no doubt noticed him. Hercules and Achilles were in another, playing some type of war board game; he honestly couldn't tell who was winning, maybe neither.
Atlas wasnât there; an image of him holding the sky was pushed to the front of his mind, so that was probably why. Mercury and Hermes were playing some type of game so fast, it was like they weren't moving at all.
And he was seated between Zeus and Hera. They seemed ok with it, the lighting god picked him up and put him on their lap. âHow are you feeling now, my champion?â They asked, petting his head.
âBetter now, thank you.â He answered truthfully, he felt so much better.
âAre you going to tell him or are you stalling?â Mercury questioned. The king gave a low growl. âThey were getting to that.â Hera answered for them.
He turned to the god with curiosity. They put him off their lap, and moved so they could see face to face. Hera moved so she was standing by their side, and pulled some paper from she knows where.
âWell, ...â They stalled, âwe are having a baby.â That surprised him, he was somewhat sure they didn't have children since Diana and Donna, much less with their wife. But it was an eventuality. âOh, congratuââ He was interrupted by Hera slamming the papers in front of him, âItâs you, sign here.â
It would be silent if not for Hercules, trying and failing to hold his laughter. But he was the only one laughing.
Solomon didnât even pause his reading; Athena did but wasnât showing any reaction, positive or negative; Achilles was taking advantage of Hercules distraction to cheat the game; Mercury and Hermes were jumping in place; and Atlas, inside his mind, was looking at the situation bored.
Hera had the same serious face as the moment she presented the documents; and Zeus wasnât laughing, but blushing. So it wasnât a joke; or the joke was how they told him and not what.
He probably looked like a fish out of water. â... Why?â
Solomon answered, to Zeus relieve, âBecause of your situation, it puts you at risk. And you wouldn't accept being adopted by any ânormalâ family because of your experiences, so this is the best we could come up with.â
He closed his book, âYou wonât have to worry about being a homeless teen anymore. Olympus will always be open to you, for you to rest and for you to eat. You wonât have to worry about keeping heroism from your family, because they already know and support you. You wonât have to worry about CPS, the gods have their ways in the systems; youâll be officially adopted.â
âAnd if the Justice League finds out, thereâll be nothing they can do about it.â That last part, admittedly, caught his attention more than the rest.
âExplain.â
âIf you stay homeless, and they find out, they wonât stop until they make sure you find a home. Because they are âheroesâ. If you find a human family, and they find out, they can tell them; about you being Captain Marvel, and get you grounded. Which would be detrimental to your position as Champion of Magic; and, therefore, all Magic.â
They met eyes. âBut if you stay, they canât do anything. They cannot take you away, weâll always find you. They cannot ban you from heroism, we wonât let them, youâll be a hero for as long as you want. And if they try to âkick you outâ or to put you in a different team or treat you different because of your age...â
Hermes completed the thought, âWe have a lot of connections, we ARE connections. If they try to leave you without resources, weâll leave them without help.â
âOkay, pause.â He stopped them from trying to convince him further, âIâm in with no needing to worry about rest, food, or the JL. HOWEVER,â he continued before Mercury could celebrate, â... The âleave them without helpâ, Iâm not down with that. They are still heroes, they need the resources to help more people, so... Instead of âmake it impossible for them to be heroesâ, just ânot help them if they askâ and âleave them to get the resources by their ownâ? Please.â
He looked towards the god king, âYou are too kind for your own good, Billy.â
âWasnât that a requirement for the Champion position?â He pointed out.
They sighed, âFine. If they terminate your position as a teammate; downgrade you; or act different towards you, because of your identity, the Greek and Roman pantheons will cease any help towards them. Leaving them to their own resources.â
âThatâs better. Now, where do I have to sign?â
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Second part:
#Billy Batson#dc captain marvel#captain marvel dc#divine twitch chat au#billy's patrons#Solomon#Hercules#Achilles#Zeus#Atlas#Mercury#Apollo#Hermes#Hera#Athena#My headcannons
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Christmas Kisses
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Total 2k words. Lars 880 words, Driver 670 words, Six 500 words.
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Iâve been wanting to write some kisses and thought, what better time is there than the holidays? So hereâs a collection of festive smooches. Six was written as a little surprise for my beloved @heresthestorymorningglory â merry Sixmas, darling!
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Relevant content warnings listed under the header of each one shot, but generally these are NSFW.
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LARS LINDSTROM â First Kiss
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Contents: interrupted make out, mention of the uncomfortable side of the history of mistletoe traditions
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âLook, Lars, Mistletoe!â you beamed, stepping through Gus and Karinâs front door before him.
Larsâs heart always skipped at the way his name slipped from your tongue so easily, but this time his blood ran hot and cold at once, too. He had been hoping beyond hope for the right time to initiate a kiss. He couldnât do that here, though, could he?
He wanted to. So much that his tongue licked along his bottom lip without him really meaning it to. His breath quickened, he could feel his pulse beginning to race-
No, not in Gus and Karinâs hallway. Not your first kiss together, right here on the threshold of his family home on the spur of the moment. Heâd dreamed of your first kiss coming naturally one romantic night, after dinner and dancing at home, or under the fairytale moonlight at the lake, or even in his car after youâd been out somewhere together and had a good time.
Mistletoe was festive at least⊠this could be kind of romantic given the snow and the season, but all the scenarios heâd daydreamed about shared a common factor: you were in private when you kissed.
Lars offered a tightlipped smile and zero eye contact when you turned to see why he was still frozen to the spot on the porch.
âLars?â you said quietly, coaxing him back to you, watching his eyes squeeze shut and his fists clench tight.
Before he could think up an excuse that summed up his inner turmoil and still let you know he wanted you more than anything right now, Karin unwittingly saved the day.
âLars, honey, is that you?â she called down the stairs, âWeâll be down in just a minute, come on in!â
The only thing standing in his way now was the small complication that Lars wasnât sure how long he could sustain a kiss without pain, but for you he would at least test it, and a whole minute seemed like a good start. A minute was plenty.
His hands unclenched, his eyes locked on yours, and he marched forward until he was an inch from you, where his gaze and his voice dropped.
âYou know what they used to say about standing under mistletoe?â he said, so huskily you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together at the sound. âThey used to say itâs bad luck to refuse a kiss. But I donât believe that, not one bit. If you donât want to kiss me, itâs okay. Nothing bad will happen.â
âIâve never wanted to kiss you more than I do right this very second,â you breathed, so quickly the words almost slurred together.
Lars closed the gap, knowing any pain he felt from his skin against yours wouldnât really harm him, that he could do this just the way heâd wanted to for so long. But there was no pain, only your lips soft and enticing against his, the trace of your scent filling every breath he took, the subtle heat building between you both warming his cheeks.
He felt you pull the hat from his head, your fingers threading into his messy hair, and as if that didnât drive him wild enough, the way your body pressed closer, begging for more ignited something inside, like a fire in his belly.
While the kiss didnât speed up, it certainly heated up; tenderness laced with desperation. Your tongue slipped along his bottom lip, and you guessed he must have liked it because the hands ghosting carefully at your shoulders dropped and gripped your waist hard instead.
He hadnât meant to, and he was mortified at the volume, but it felt so good when your tongues met â you felt so good, he couldnât stop a moan making its way into your mouth, either.
You hummed back and it reassured him enough that he confidently pressed a thigh between your legs. The kiss broke for barely a second, during which you both panted and puffed and sought out the other lips again-
Until everything came to a halt at the sound of a creak, a gasp and a scuffle.Â
Startled, Lars abruptly pulled himself completely away to see a flustered Karin and wide-eyed Gus paralyzed on the stairs.
You held your breath and bit your lips together, not sure whether to laugh this off or apologise profusely. Lars opted for the latter immediately, so you settled on hoping the ground would open up and swallow you whole instead.
âNo, no. We should be sorry,â Karin gushed, while silent Gusâs brow raised. âWeâll just let you two finish up- I mean- well, we need to uh- weâll be back in a moment.â
Karin ushered a reluctant Gus back upstairs, and Lars, beet red, huffed out an awkward laugh.
Letting out a breath of relief yourself, you bent to pick up Larsâs hat and stepped toward him with a smile, thumb delicately brushing over his burning cheek.
âHow about we hang some mistletoe at your place?â you soothed as you smoothed his hair back into place and slipped the hat back into place on his head.
All the breath left Larsâs body, and he nodded, hurried and eager.
You leaned up to leave a soft peck on his cheek as you reached up and pulled a little off the sprig hanging above you. You knew Karin would only encourage it anyway.
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DRIVER â Gift for The Holidays
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Contents: kissing, blood (from an unknown source), if youâve read my Driver before youâll know he has a kissing kink so a big dose of that because frankly I canât resist and I will write it again, hand job (over clothes)
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âWhat are you doing up so late on Christmas Eve?â
Driver never startled, certainly not easily anyway, so he only raised an eyebrow and smiled as he stepped out of the elevator.
âI could ask you the same,â he said, coolly sliding the key into his apartment door while he considered you. You captivated him endlessly, but something was different tonight. âWaiting for me?â
âYou caught me!â you grinned, âI actually have something for you⊠a gift, yâknow, for the holidays.â
âI donât celebrate,â he said, not intending it to come off as blunt as it might have to someone who didnât know him. The glittering of fascination in his eyes told you otherwise, though.
âItâs something you can do anytime of year,â you teased.
Driver, interest piqued doubly, nodded his head to the side in a signal to follow him inside as he opened the door.
His apartment was bathed in complete darkness except the lights from the street vaguely glowing in through the window. He stood in front of it to face you, and it was then that you saw the splatter of blood, dark against the white of his jacket, and a pleasantly chilling shiver ran through your body as his shadow cast over you.
He tilted his head â You have something for me? â and you realised youâd almost bitten clean through your lip just watching him.
âItâs not something I can give you, not really. Itâs something Iâd like to share with you.â
Driver stared at you, willing you to go on.
âI donât want to spoil it but I also need to know you want it first.â
His eyes widened, waiting patiently.
âItâs⊠a kiss.â
God. You knew him. He swept forward, crushing his lips to yours with bruising precision that turned you dizzy, opening your mouth with his and pressing his tongue to yours.
Your head spun. This was an art form, elegant and needy in equal measure. Driver knew how to kiss, and he knew how he wanted to do it.
He snaked his arms around your middle and pulled you flush to him, somehow deepening the kiss and feeling you shudder against him.
You managed to prize your mouth off his long enough to take a much needed breath, and in the brief moment his lips werenât sealed to yours, a almost inaudible whimper filled the inch between you.
With an influx of oxygen came enough clarity to realise you could feel his arousal pressed against your hip. You slid a hand down between your bodies and his breath caught in his throat. He nodded when your hand paused at the waistband of his blood soaked jeans, head dropping as he tried to hold back.
When you pushed your hand lower, you could feel that the fabric was wet, but it wasnât blood you were touching. This was warm and sticky in a different way.
Your fingertip tracing the outline of his length drew another delicious whimper from between his kiss-swollen lips, which he bit closed when you palmed his twitching length over the denim. You rubbed slow and steady; gathering by the way his fingertips were digging into your waist he wouldnât last much longer and you didnât want to rush him to it.
You pushed him to the bed in the corner, resuming the kiss â and the touching â the moment you were on top of him.
He writhed in heated silence beneath you until the inside of his jeans was coated in his release, hot and thick and thrillingly uncomfortable against his skin, and he couldnât even bear to kiss anymore until heâd caught his breath.
When his heart had slowed and his breathing evened, he slipped away to clean himself up, at least you presumed, but not without telling you, âStay there. Itâs my turn to give you a gift.â
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SIERRA SIX â A New Tradition
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Contents: making out, dry humping
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âYou know Iâm okay with doing nothing and eating Skittles in front of the TV, right?â Six called through while you unloaded your bags and bags of festive items.
âYep, and weâre doing that, but I want to start some traditions with you, too.â
Six wandered into the kitchen where youâd already unpacked a gingerbread house kit, various types of cheese, and cookie cutters in the shapes of trees and stars and holly leaves.
âGonna pull a snowman out of there next?â
You ignored him, mid-search for the most important item of all.
âIâm not really one for bakingâŠâ Six grumbled, inspecting the cutters as you dug around in another bag.
âAha! Close your eyes.â
Six did as you asked, although not without a little sigh of protest. A moment later he could feel you standing closer, your warm breath on his cheek as you whispered, âOpen them.â
You could see him thinking, What? when his eyes locked back onto you, until he followed your gaze up, to where you were holding a little sprig of leaves dotted with pearly white berries and tied up with a pretty red ribbon, and his eyebrows raised.
âOhâŠâ he breathed, and then he was straight back to you, his lips brushing yours.
It was almost chaste. Almost. His kiss was so soft and lingering, so gentle, you dropped the mistletoe as you melted against him instead.Â
Six shifted forward, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him in one swift motion. Easy, like heâd done the action a million times before, and who knows, perhaps he had by now.
He could feel your heart racing, your chest heaving for breath, and he chuckled against your mouth. All heâd ever needed to do was take it slow to have you turn to putty in his hands? Noted.Â
Also noted was the way it was working for him, too, heat pooling low in his gut as your lips parted.
You sighed when his tongue smoothed against yours, so delicately that your fingers clutched at his shirt tight enough you could have ripped it, and Six moaned. Actually moaned.Â
As swiftly as heâd pulled you to him, his hands found their way to the back of your thighs and he lifted you seamlessly onto the counter, sliding between your legs as you wrapped them around him and the cookie cutters clattered to the floor.
The kiss hadnât broken all but for a brief moment, when you laughed together before his hips rolled into yours and your fingers might have actually torn the fabric of his shirt this time. The gasp you let out at the shudder it sent through you was cut short, his lips seeking yours again like a man possessed.
Six pulled away deliberately this time, resting his forehead on yours when he realised how dizzy all this had made him, but not ever ceasing the slow rocking of his hips.
Managing to retain just a hint of sarcasm betrayed by his own arousal, he cooed, âSo, howâs this for a tradition?â
#lars lindstrom x reader#sierra six x reader#driver x reader#court gentry x reader#lars and the real girl#lars lindstrom#the gray man#sierra six#court gentry#drive 2011#driver#ryan gosling fic#not s f w đ#ken-dom writes
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SONIC MOVIE 3 TALK BELOW (SPOILERS! YOU WERE WARNED)
I know there's been a little bit of debate over the Moon Scene and the Falling to Earth Scene. How were they breathing on the moon? How was Team Sonic (and later Shadow) not burning up in the atmosphere upon re-entry?
Explanation: Plotholes!
But I don't like that answer, so here's some coverup options, scientific and not!
1. The Moon Scene
Scientific: First, a little background. Our moon has no atmosphere, but it does have an exosphere. That exosphere is very thin, and contains no oxygen, only small traces of hydrogen, helium, argon, and neon. So, even with that exosphere, we know humans can't breathe up there. But that's just humans. While the gasses up there are thin, they're still present, even spread apart as they are. The fact that Sonic and Shadow are able to breathe up there could be due to their Chaos Energy allowing them to collect gasses nearby and to duplicate enough of the molecules to breathe. Or, alternatively, they're just able to survive on the thin traces of gasses available to them as aliens. At the very least, we can assume they don't need to breathe exclusively oxygen. Do with that what you will.
âȘïž These would also apply to Tails holding his breath. There is no sort of atmosphere, exosphere, or the like in space. There were no gasses for him to breathe, but there were on the station. So he took a breath and jumped out, and was fine until he fell unconscious (which was likely due to his weaker nature compared to the others, despite his experience with high G-forces and extreme temperatures).
Non-Scientific: Their Super Forms have a grace period after using them, allowing a few extra minutes of invulnerability. This is weirdly less likely, as it sort of makes less sense (read: why would you still have the abilities of the Super Form after you'd stopped using it?), but if this one works for you, I'm glad!
2. Burning Up
Scientific(ish): Alien durability. In the first movie alone, Sonic crashed a tank and Robotnik's jet craft with his body with a Spindash (which is just his body), and survives that small but powerful explosion that he took the majority of. In the second movie, he fought Knuckles (a seasoned, strengthened warrior) and survived numerous battles, survived an avalanche, and (in both Super Form and not) survived the battle with Robotnik at the end of the movie. In the third movie (bear with me, I've only watched it once!), he fights Shadow, gets slammed into buildings, is one of the only people able to move under intense gravity, survives his Super fight with Shadow, and survives (although is knocked unconscious by) the Eclipse Cannon's beam. This isn't even covering Knuckles' durability (surviving hits from Sonic, getting run over by a car, etc) or even Tails' who is a bit weaker (also surviving the avalanche, manages to fly a biplane with no training). So. Alien durability. Tough fur, tough quills, tough skin, tough bones. (Even though Tails passed out, he managed a few seconds on re-entry and was fine overall.)
Non-Scientific: Pure Chaos Energy! Who's to say it didn't activate some sort of strengthening when in active danger, even if it wasn't visible to us? Not much else to say here. This is a very easy answer to come by.
3. Talking in Space
I was going to say "I got nothing," because there's no way for sound that humans are able to hear to travel in space. But the gang aren't humans, so that opens up some (unlikely) possibilities.
Scientific: They can communicate using gravitational waves. I know, that sounds weird, but gravitational waves are some of the only "sounds" we have in space. And they're not even sounds! They're just waves, but scientists use specialized computers to transform the frequency of those waves into sound. The thing is, if this were how they communicated, not only would the mental mathematics likely be far too complicated to be a language, it would also mean that they would be hearing these sounds near constantly! Black holes radiate gravitational waves. Stars radiate gravitational waves. The Earth radiates gravitational waves. All this to say, not only would it be really difficult, it would also be really annoying and loud for them. If you like this one, go for it, as complex as it would be in practice.
Scientific(ish): They're able to communicate on a different level than humans. Or, that is to say, they can communicate telepathically. I don't like this explanation. They would've done that before to communicate private plans, but, if you like this one, there you go.
Non-Scientific: Plot convenience of letting us as viewers hear them talk, but they actually spoke using ASL or some equivalent. Shadow was in an English speaking facility in the movie verse, so at the very least there was a possibility he learned it from someone there, or even from Maria (ignoring any development of ASL over 50 years and any translation errors occuring because of it). Sonic could've learned ASL over the ten years where he had nothing to do on Earth but watch, wait, and entertain himself. So, yeah. Sign language!
Anyway, again, these are just plothole coverups for what was overall a fantastic movie. And if you actually read all that, lmk if you have any other coverup explanations you like! :D
#tl;dr#there were plot holes and i tried to explain them away for you#take it with a grain of salt#anyway sonic movie 3 was the best of them all hands down#sonic movie#sonic movie 3#sonic movie 3 spoilers#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#miles tails prower#knuckles the echidna#dr robotnik#sonic fandom#sth#sonic#sonic movie universe#sonic cinematic universe#long post#oops and#maria robotnik
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Leave Me Behind
â° college!art donaldson x f!reader
â° word count: 1.0k
â° summary: after a sudden and untimely breakup and weeks of wondering, you come face to face with art to ask him the hard questions.
â° warnings: language, a breakup (duh), tears, angst, confusion, mentions of long distance, a smooch.
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You werenât supposed to be here. That was for certain.Â
The courts were hot; you could feel the warmth of the clay seep through the soles of your shoes. It was almost like the floor was telling you to leave too. You shouldâve listened.Â
It wasnât like youâve never been to the courts, fuck, you spent almost every afternoon here for about a year. There were some instances where you would bring your homework, trying and failing to multitask while Art would practice.Â
What you did miss was watching Art show off his natural born skill. Heâs always been fast, but studying his movements and how he approached them was something else.Â
Your name pulls you from your thoughts as you see Art approach you; a water bottle in his hand, and a towel in his other. Taking a good look at you, his eyebrows furrow, âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
You try not to let your nervousness get the best of you as you clear your throat to speak. âI realized that I still have some stuff at your place,â youâre avoiding eye contact as best as you can, and he can tell, âand I was wondering if you could drop it off soon? I know youâre busy right now, so whenever youâre free is good.âÂ
Art nods along to your words, almost like he is racking his mind trying to think of what you couldâve possibly missed when you initially packed up all your things after the breakup. âYeah, yeah totally. Iâm almost done here, if you want to come with me after? If you canât, no worries. Iâll figure out a way to get thatâ,â you cut him off quickly.
âNo yeah, Iâm not doing anything right now,â nerves are still flooding your body.Â
âGreat,â he smiles, breaking your heart, âjust wait here and Iâll get my things.â You nod as he does a quick jog back to the team. He bids them a quick farewell, packs his things, and is next to you again. Art fixes his hat before looking back at you, âReady?â
Nodding again, you begin the quick walk towards his dorm room.Â
As much as you didnât want to admit it, this breakup has hit you harder than you thought. Of course, losing someone you love hurts pretty bad, but it was realizing how much of Art was missing in your day.Â
Youâve dreamt of a moment with him for weeks, but it feels so painful. You were hoping to talk about what happened, but yet, youâve suddenly forgotten all the words you rehearsed for hours. The only thing you could think of was very abrupt, âWhy did you break up with me?âÂ
You hear Art clear his throat next to you, but you donât dare to look up at him. It was clear that he didnât expect your question, especially not in the middle of campus. But regardless, his brain is searching for the perfect response. âEverything was moving so fast,â Art quickly realized that there wasnât one, âand I didnât want to drag you through it all.âÂ
Staying silent, you let his response sink in. After a few excruciating quiet minutes, you finally speak, âYouâre joking right?â A huff of a laugh fills the air.Â
âWhy would I joke about that?â
You thought you could feel steam coming out of your ears, âBecause that was the dumbest thing Iâve ever heard, and Iâm not sorry for saying that.â
Pushing through the main doors of his dorm building, heâs basically chasing after you. You know exactly which door to stop at, and when you do, youâre seething. Unlocking the door, Art quickly closes it behind him before turning to you. Dropping his bag, he turns back around to face you, âBut Iâm being serious, love! I didnât like the idea of making you do long distance while Iâm out across the world training,â he argues, his hands waving in the air in frustration.Â
The belongings that you needed to collect were completely forgotten as your hands crossed over your chest, âHey, Art? Did you ever think to ask me first before completely breaking up with me? Or did you just assume that I wouldnât want to be with you because youâre out pursuing something youâve been dreaming about since you were a kid?â
Artâs mouth opens and closes as his shoulders raise, âI donât know!âÂ
Heâs getting frustrated, you can even see his eyes start to water. A wave of guilt rushes over your body. âArt,â you slowly walk over to him and place a hand on his arm, rubbing up and down, âIâm sorry for raising my voice.â
Grabbing your forearm, he pulls you in for the tightest hug youâve ever received. His arms are circled around your waist while his nose is buried in your neck. You wanted to hate it, but how could you?Â
âIâm so sorry, baby,â you hear his muffled apology.Â
That was all it took for tears to fall down your face, pulling in the blond impossibly tighter. A few beats pass before you pull away, his arms still keeping you against his body. You hold the sides of his face as you drink in his features again. âI need you to talk to me,â you sigh, âespecially when itâs about big things like this.âÂ
He nods in your grasp, his body becoming mush the longer the feeling of your touch melts into his skin. His brows furrow as a quiet sob leaves his lips, âI will. Iâm so sorry.âÂ
Quickly wiping his tears away, you lean in for a kiss.
The weight off of his shoulders has lifted as your lips move in sync with his. Weeks of pain and hurt are released, along with the feeling of relief that youâve been so desperately craving. Your hands were strong, keeping him in your grasp as if you were afraid that he was going to leave. That this was a dream.Â
But when you opened your eyes again, you were grateful to see your beautiful, stupid, boyfriend staring back at you. You giggle, âDoes this mean you take me back?â
Biting his lip, he smiles, âI shouldnât have let you go in the first place.â
â° author's note: hi guys!! long time no seeeee!!! for not writing for two months, i am actually kind of loving this one. back in my challengers era i fear. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed!!! i'll see you next time, byeee.
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" THERE IS A SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF ISSUES TO WORRY OVER AT THE MOMENT , VARYN . i assure you i am not seeking them out , they are very clearly there ." cersha bites out in response . she refuses to answer his question however , mostly due to the fact that she'd rather chew off her own foot than acknowledge that her brother is right , especially aloud . so instead cersha merely huffs a frustrated, " but of course there are no issues to you . after all , you close your eyes to them ." sometimes cersha wishes she could do the same . what a pleasure it must be to live thoughtlessly . fools must experience so much peace . she would almost envy them if she didn't deeply pity them . cersha can't help but roll her eyes as her brother continues , a hand moving to smack him on the bicep with an annoyed cluck of her tongue . " and you ?" cersha asks with an arch of her brows . " there are equal parts great beauty and great intellect between telessa and i , and yet all you have is grand confidence and apparently abysmal taste to your name . it is a great wonder why your younger sister is betrothed before you with such qualities under your belt ." cersha makes a point of sighing deeply as she looks out into the distance before the stairs , tiredly adding, " whatever will we do with you ?" in all honesty , cersha doesn't mean any of it but that in itself is irrelevant . in a battle of wit with one's brother the best course of action is to go lower and strike harder , and cersha refuses to lose in that respect . she refuses to lose in any respect truly . and perhaps that is what found her in line to be queen , but it may also very well be what led to her being here , sitting in a stairwell with her brother fretting over factors that she cannot control . it is with quickness that her head sharply turns to varyn as he continues , her glare sharp with instant focus . it is with an efficient shift in her seat that she moves to stare him down , her voice lowering into another hiss as she says , " ... varyn . if you dare to bed any of the targaryen sisters whilst we are quite literally here to announce my betrothal to the eldest of their house i may truly have to consider wringing your neck ." cersha tilts her head to ensure their eyes meet , her gaze intense with warning . " do you hear me ? this is not a jest . i will kill you ."
while cersha may not know nearly as much about vaelora as they would like , she knows much still . whispers of their protectiveness of their siblings was amongst the information that she'd collected , and well , varyn of all people bedding one of them surely would be trigger for such protectiveness . for just an instant she pleads with the gods to spare her . but then varyn continues , and it is as if those same gods laugh in her face . perhaps , it is her own fault for leaving herself at another entity's mercy in the first place . " ... what is it ?" cersha's tone is bland in waiting , her expression already twisted into something strained in anticipation . there is so very little chance that whatever is about to come out of her brother's mouth is good news . as she follows him her mood only sours further . she can feel the beginnings of a headache building up , just at her temples . suddenly , just for an instant , she wishes she were an only child . how peaceful would that be . the thought is left behind with the door closing behind them , but cersha is sure it will return again before their conversation is over . " yes , well , i intend to have control of the latter for as long as it suits me ." cersha replies with a tight smile that quickly drops . after all , it was only useful to do so . there had to be things that vaelora wanted , things that they enjoyed . cersha was quite sure she was beginning to gather an understanding of that , and if she had to sheath herself in lamb skin for a few years or decades to achieve her goals , then so be it . after all , it wasn't like she hadn't already been doing so in some capacity for majority of her life . it truly wouldn't be too grand of a transition . but as varyn offers more cersha can only study him thoughtfully , her gaze considering before she's nodding almost gratefully . " ... let me know what you find ." cersha replies in lieu of a thank you . she moves to fill her own goblet of wine as she says, " thusfar , i have a more than a few whispers and telessa , who is quite close to them ." cersha takes a large enough gulp of wine to be impolite that she truly only allows herself due to the current company . it's only after she swallows that she adds , " however , i feel it is not nearly enough now that i've met them once again ."
"Aye, but that's what brothers are for." he spits out almost instantly, like a petty child. He enjoyed riling her up. Ever since they were kids. There was joy to be found in watching her wish she could rip his head off his shoulders. If only she were able to reach it. "I say this with care, dear sister -- but you are always unnecessarily stressed. It is almost like you're looking to find issues to worry over, even when there aren't any. -- When was the last time you...relaxed?"
He will scoff at her her next words, which showed just how alike they were beyond their apparent differences. Neither of them could be told shit when it came to their attractiveness. Though what kind of brother would he be not to knock her down a peg? "I suppose one sister was given the beauty with no confidence, while the other is all confidence with no beauty. How strange a game do our minds play on us." there was obvious mockery to his voice, he did not truly mean it. His sister, though he was not of Targaryen persuasion to find attraction towards kin, was an objectively beautiful woman. "Seems all the stress took toll on your eyes, good for you."
Varyn proceeds to watch his sister squirm to any sign of potential tenderness, her voice remaining firm and factual and task-oriented. She was so very much like their lord father. Calculating, cold, ambitious. It would serve her well, in this game she's adamant on playing. But he wondered, for a moment, if what she desired most of all would ever bring her a sense of peace, happiness...comfort. It did not sit well with him that she should aspire to something that would, once achieved, leave her empty and alone.
But who was he, to judge the paths of others? At least his sister had a path, a purpose. He would never know what that feels like.
"My very best behaviour." he repeats her words back to her, showing he was listening. "So...say I am to fraternise with one of the lovely Targaryen sisters..." he lets the thought trail off, anticipating a concern and sharp look of Cershas eyes. He did not actively intend to do anything outrageous with any of the sisters, what comes later was truly unintended. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Don't shoot." a laugh leaves his throat and he will absorb some of the seriousness she radiated through the air.
"Though, as we are on the topic of my fucking things up --" he bites his lip, looking away not to shrink under the heaviness of judgment which would no doubt be filling her gaze. "I've something to tell you. Not that I believe it to be of your concern, but -- I would hate for you to find out in a manner outside of your control. I know you well enough to know -- you do not appreciate surprises."
With their conversation turning more private with each passing word, it was of all the more importance they should seek a corner where no one would be listening. So he quickened his step, and did not respond to her following words before they entered private chambers, locking the doors while leaving their guards behind.
"See what I mean? Looking for things to worry about." he did not mean to imply his sister was paranoid. He was certain she had been right. But some things only showed with time, and one could hardly pry them out of the person. "People cannot hide who they are for long, that should worry you as much as it should give you relief. In time, you will know exactly who they are, and she will know exactly who you are in turn." it was easy to play pretend, when one only shared moments with the other. But sharing a life gave way to reality to seep through, with certainty, with time.
"There is a way for you to find out...more, I suppose." a mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he sits spreading on a dark wooden chair, pouring himself a cup of fresh wine. "Leave it to me."
#c . lannister / interactions .#c . lannister / varyn .#no bc the way cersha also sees it as love < 3#we stan a love language ig
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Choose your player: aggressive vs. passive-aggressive round 1/?
#mystic messenger#mysme#hyun ryu#jumin han#saeyoung choi#jaehee kang#yoosung kim#jihyun kim#rika#i guess this is a spiritual followup to my savage messenger post? ha#v: âeveryone in the rfa are good peopleâ lol#nah just jokes i know they are#but they still know how to deal 'em out#zen#jumin#707#jaehee#yoosung#v#mine#wild that your responses in calls/texts don't matter#so you can be the sweetheart everyone knows in the chats (mostly)#but be as petty or mean or weird as you want in private#**#cyps#mysme spoilers#long post#apologies for the inconsistent pfp#been building the collection for a while so
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Hancock Headcanons (Including Goodneighbour Headcanons) Part One
Surprisingly a really good cook/baker. Will make 5 Star quality full-course meals when high as fuck. Or at least, as good as you can get in the Wasteland if you don't think mutated Brahmin tastes too different from cow. Man's is making steaks.
He also mass bakes when very stressed. There's been times Fahrenheit has walked into the office and seen the kitchenette, the coffee table, any and all of the free surfaces, really, full of trays of baked goodies. Cupcakes, cookies, brownies, special brownies, you name it. When this happens, Daisy has to organise a massive order to traders to make up for all the ingredients he buys. He always gives her extra caps for the inconvenience of Goodneighbour having less eggs and flour, etc, for sale than usual. He makes sure to never take all the stock, though, food's hard enough to come by, especially produce. His town needs it more than he and his baking sessions do.
He always gives away the goods when he's finally calmed down and the stress has eased.
He takes care in making sure the normal goodies are separate from the 'more fun' ones.
The normal goods go to the townsfolk and drifters. He goes to the kids first, though. If it's during the colder months, he'll also take the time to make hot chocolates or warm milk (Depending on what's available) for them.
Actually does his job as the fucking Mayor.
Makes sure the kids have all got blankets, coats, hats, scalves, gloves, socks and shoes, and beds somewhere warm.
He regularly checks this. Has a little checklist for all the items kiddies need. He isn't letting any kids die in his streets. As far as he's concerned, those are his kids. He knows Goodneighbour isn't exactly the most PG place, but the majority of children in Goodneighbour (Like most people in Goodneighbour) don't have parents or anybody.
He'll leave a few trays on the bar of The Third Rail for pickings. Lowkey likes to decorate it with cake stands and stuff. Makes him feel weirdly calm. He gets to just take his time with it. It's a breather from the rest of his 'Mayoral Duties'.
If he's feeling generous, he'll give away the fun goodies too to anyone that wants 'em (Within reason). But Chems and produce can be pricey so he'll sometimes give those to Daisy to sell so he's not wasting a good amount of his personal stash, especially if he made a lot of goods.
He considered giving them to Charlie at first because The Third Rail is nothing if not the place for a great time, but many people who wander into Goodneighbour are vulnerable. From experience (Both personal and second-hand), Hancock knows alcohol + easily accessible edibles/hard chems + vulnerable and desperate doesn't equal anything good. So, he decided against it.
He refuses to give them to AJ because the guy is sketchy, and he's heard about the whole 'Chems For Kids' thing. Hancock's been working discreetly on solving that issue. If he wasn't keen on drunk adults having access to edibles, you can believe he'd have a real problem with anyone tryna sneak it to kids, let alone that kinda dirty money making its way back to him, and that's if AJ didn't sneak some into his own pockets. Which he likely would.
So, that brought him to Daisy. Besides, it also makes up for the ingredients and he lets her pocket a good percentage of the profit as chems isn't usually her deal.
Once more, actually does his job as the fucking Mayor.
Like with the children, he makes sure drifters and such also have warm clothes for the Winter.
Also ensures everyone has clothes suited for Summer heat, too.
Essentially, twice a year (Autumn and Spring) he'll go around Goodneighbour with a survey to see who needs what, at least a few weeks in advance of when the seasonal weather for Autumn/Winter and Spring/Summer usually rolls in. Then, he organises a mass order to all of the trading caravans for suitable clothes, shoes, etc. Then he'll organise a day with timeslots and stuff where groups of people can go up to his office and get what they need.
Imagine a watchman at the entrance of the Statehouse, with a name list and time slots, and a queue outside of the door. In Hancock's office, it's full of cardboard boxes and tables. Him, Far, Daisy, and a few watchmen all giving out the items and checking them off.
Hancock has plans and blueprints to expand Goodneighbour so some of the apartment buildings just outside of the walls can be included in the town. Has a few trading deals on hold and watchmen guards he could use as contractors in mind for the job of converting the Pre-War buildings into livable homes when he is able to.
Unfortunately, with the Warehouse rats and Supermutants settling down just outside the gates, he had to postpone the plans to focus on other issues. All his contractors had to stay as Neighbourhood Watch guards and security just in case the mutants attack. The mutants are on his to-do list, but first is the Warehouse job and making sure people can stay warm in the attic instead of the homes he was hoping to have done before Autumn and Winter.
He predicted temporarily losing more workers in the Winter due to sickness, but didn't necessarily expect some to be rats, unfortunately. So, his options are limited when Sole meets him. Hence sending a stranger to Pickman Gallery and other things.
It's also why he doesn't mind traveling with Sole. Until Spring, his hands are mostly tied when it comes to progress.
Staying in town when he knows he can't do all of the things he needs to makes him antsy. He doesn't like sitting around and doing nothing when he knows his people are relying on him, so it helps to get away from it for a while.
#I'll reblog with the second half but I reached a limit apparently#Like in the game he basically just sits around and doesn't do anything for the town like???#His terminal basically makes it seem like he just collects caps.#Which it is not in his character to just collect money without giving it back to his people#So massive clothing giveaways! At the very least#There's also no apartments in Goodneighbour just the hotel and people sleep in his attic???#Why is everyone basically homeless#Surely he wouldn't stand for that realistically. I feel like Goodneighboour has at least one building for housing#But it started to get to a point where it wasn't enough#So Hancock let them into the attic as a temporary solution until he could give them better#It's better than the streets#But no one can be paying any kind of tax without housing so like. It's been a struggle for at least a little while#Hence why he relies on the businesses to bring in the caps to fund the extensions he wants#Fallout#Fallout 4#John Hancock#Sole Survivor#SoSu#Goodneighbour#Headcanon
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#i've had many people ask me in the DMs what could be done to help me out given the orange menace is coming back into power#the best things for me right now (I can't speak to others) is this: 1. Keep supporting my creative endeavors#no matter how little I might post or interact. Please hype me up. I need community. I need spirit to survive.#2. Help me find resources that will help myself and others. Food banks. Community meets. Passports. Finances. Mental health etc.#these are important and I don't want others feeling like sitting ducks. Even though I'm scared I want to be a solution to the problem.#I am going to be a helper in this mess cause that's who I am and I need ammo in this capacity#3. Donate so I can up my ration storage. I've been collecting food water and nonperishables and I'm trying to stock up on medication#and other basic necessities. I'm collecting as if I'm preparing to be homeless again and if I am over capacity I'm giving rations to others#I've had to make peace with the fact I can't run away. I can't move to another country as I'm broke and poor like the rest of my loved ones#4. If you have friends who are disabled or a minority or lgbtq etc. do what you can to protect them and show them that you love them#and build community#5. Share my work and that of others. Who knows if we're gonna have sites like AO3 in the future or even access to tumblr.#this is all I can think of at the moment and again I can't speak for others this is what comes to mind for myself#And I admit I'm coming from a place of the worst case scenarios#because in my mind if I imagine I'm dead or homeless etc. and work my way backward to the next worst thing before that it unravels my fear#and it gives me back my power in the situation by sitting with those fears and giving them time to speak#because in my mind if I'm already dead if I'm already homeless or at war etc. etc. then its already happened and what else is there to fear#if I've been through everything already in mind?#I'm hoping that the worst case scenarios don't transpire but I can't ignore the fact many of them could and probably will happen#in some capacity but I can control the actions I take through prep and facing these fears one by one#and most importantly sticking to routine by making sure im healthy to help people#anyway this is why ive been quiet for a while besides for spending time with friends and loved ones recently to get over what happened#im going to keep going to my classes keep helping people through my jobs try to be creative when I have spoons and little by little#make sure I have enough of what I need to get through the storm and outlive the bastards in power#I'm not sure what sort of pink variant to assign this to but its along the magenta spectrum#love you guys#we'll get through this
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HABIT! I was trying to find smth but found THIS INSTEAD!
Itâs a fur, pelt, thing (idk what itâs 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 đ 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 ]
#HABIT speaks đ â ïž#habit emh ask blog#habit rp blog#answered asks#ask response#( ooc > )#cw caps#cw animal death#cw taxidermy#ALWAYS support LAWFUL pelting! NEVER poaching or cruel fur farming!!#also that's awesome!!! mod's a bit jealous lol!!!!#i also personally love vulture culture and taxidermy overall! so this is so sick to see!!!#i unfortunately haven't been able to participate in it in a while... and need to build up my collection again.
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I donât know if you already said this elsewhere, but did the Zenin ever hurt Megumi in a way it simply wasnât possible for them to explain? Like being poisoned or bitten by one of the dozens curses? Did Gojo catch them red handed (the red is literally megumiâs bloodđ)?
The first time that they hurt him in a way that they couldnât explain away was the last time they hurt him, because Gojo immediately cut them off and refused to ever let them ever get near Megumi again. The Zenin didn't fully realize this at the time they had custody, but legitimately the only reason why it got as far as it did was because Gojo didn't know.
They werenât exactly advertising âyeah we beat him when we have himâ to him, but it wasnât exactly because they thought gojo would put a stop to it, per se. They didnât tell Gojo anything they did to Megumi because they felt absolutely entitled to him. They didnât want Gojoâs input or interference, and they didnât like feeling like they had to ask for permission around this with Megumi. But they didnât think he actually would cut them off from him.
In the Zeninâs mind, Gojo doesnât love Megumi. Heâs never loved Megumi. Megumiâs just a political pawn to him, a way to insult the Zenin and steal their most valuable technique for his own. And he got way more value from letting them see him. He got to have his influence on someone who was very likely to be clan head one dayâif Megumiâs cut off from them entirely, heâs not moving towards being clan head. He got a bargaining chip with the Zeninâhe could further his own goals by offering them more time with him. Megumiâs a powerful piece of leverage but only if Gojo actually uses him. Him intervening to protect Megumi by severing all contact doesnât further his own goals, so when it all came to a head, they pretty blindly assumed that he wouldnât give a shit about what they had just done to Megumi, because at the end of the day, they thought he was going to keep using Megumi for his own ends, which meant giving them access.
Instead, Gojo immediately pulled the plug on the entire situation. They never touched or saw him again. The first time that Megumi saw them after the incident that made them go no contact was when Naoya came to pick him up at his school.
#sea glass gardens#in my mind jujutsu sorcerer kids are sturdier#like Sukuna punted Megumi through multiple buildings in their fight#so it must be /hard/ to do something that causes a bruise#a lot of the Zeninâs abuse was hidden because while it still hurt it wasnât leaving marks#or it was abuse that wouldnât leave marks anyway like how theyâd work him to the point of collapse or control his every action#but if they hit him hard enough to leave marks then they had the built in excuse that megumi was fighting with other kids#or had just had one of those normal little kid bumps. like I have a baby nieces and nephews and those kids will just hurl their bodies#around. kids collect bruises. theyâre figuring out what their limits are and even if you watch them carefully a few bumps is normal.#they hurt him badly but they always had a way to hide it until they went too far and didnât anymore. and the second gojo realized that#the adults on the compound had been beating megumi he never let them so much as look at him again. he legitimately put his foot down and#refused to budge an inch no matter how much hell he caught for it#Iâve definitively decided that the incident that made them go no contact is not going to be revealed in sea glass gardens#it just isnât something that would come out through yuutas pov#if I wrote other works in the series it would probably come out through one of them but itâs a big big if#I make no promises as to other works in the universe (though I have started writing some of them. completion is another thing entirely).#if you guys want to know the incident that made them go no contact I wouldnât be opposed to revealing it over ask but itâs yâallâs#preference. usually the stuff I talk about in ask is stuff Iâll know isnât going to be revealed in sea glass gardens itself. this is kind of#in purgatory because I know itâs coming out in sea glass gardens but thereâs a smaller chance of it being revealed in a different work#so itâs up to yâall. if you want to know Iâll answer it behind a cut or something but if you want to gamble on it actually being written out#one day thatâs fine too
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been so bored and the idea-well has been dry, but for some reason i built a two-story house in minecraft with a neat little tower which is nice
#just me hi#mien craf...#it's actually taken me a while to even get started on it cuz i spawned right next to a village and was just staying there lol#literally have like 1 block of walking-room so i think we should move hvhfhdjv#it'd be fine but i have been collecting Things and i need me some Space#and also i need somewhere to put my 3+ cats so lol#i've gotta build a farm soon tho cuz i've been living off of the hay bales in the village but uh. i'm running out of hay bale fvhfbvks#OH and i also need to build a moat because that's standard at this point#i like overhanging details on my house and so do zombies so hhvfhv#i've only died once and of COURSE it was to a drowned fhvfbvshf!!!#20+ experience and baDOOF- g o n e#that's the second time that's happened actually and i do Not like that pattern loll#/OUh and i named my cats Hot Cocoa (brown/white) Garfield (ornj) and Tux (cuz it a tuxedo :3)#and then i named my 4 dogs Majorâ Captainâ Lieutenantâ and Private#the youngest dog is always named Private. and also the current Private was Not supposed to happen but we were having Issues hvfhvbhsj#Major is the best behaved :>#Captain is actually the first dog i had and has been reincarnated Once so far#Lieutenant is on thin ice <3#Private is. um. under investigation :(#/what else? ummm#OH and i also have a horse i named Baconator :D don't ask why because I don't even know#but best horse ever 4000/10#he lives in a pen with Phil :D who is the local golem that got himself stuck in the pen and i forgot i could just. break the pen to let him#out... [<- only realized this right now]#//i think that's all!! i had a fish but it despawned :< RIP Mistuss G'Beebs#i really put 0% into these names didn't i vhfbhhvdf#yeah but i think my tags might get cut so fvfh !!
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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 thatâs all we want right, like PERSONALLY i donât 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 âi think some people just donât understand paylocity, it is a little confusing & for them, going through that app is this scary time sink so they donât open it ever.â and no one is taking it personally because five other people wrote in âbeanstack scares meâ and âiâm not using teamsâ and we can just adjust our expectations of our older coworkers instead of writing people up for it akskd.
#i was like âânot me tho i get it but maybe ask [tech person] to do an explainer? i believe they have a whole bit about thisâ#and then we get a explainer on it the next in service and all the tech afraid people are like âoh you can turn it on on the desktop?â yes đ#we had a whole thing about office bc theyâve tried to explain they pinned the âPOLICIES AND PROCEDURES ON REPORTED LOST CHILDâ on the#share point bc itâs a library thatâs something that happens on a semi regular basis and we live off a busy street itâs important to make#sure the kid didnât wander out of the building those cars Will mow you down.#and the collective âOH!â when they showed us how to get to the sharepoint. i figured that out day 2.#i bookmarked the page and added my own books marks. like half of them were shocked.#they have been here 10 years or more. đ#i like to say âi love hearing about what the director does during the day i think the projects are all fascinatingâ bc i think phrasing a#compliment for like ~admin transparency~ as a compliment is imo the best way to reward admin transparency.#also tbh yes it Is interesting to me like being a director is honestly a lot about Building Maintenence as it is budget and networking and#managing big problems with staff etc. itâs honestly fascinating how much she has to know about upkeep as director.#also. listen iâm sorry i love being bribed with food. have office hours with snacks. give me an excuse not to work.#i loved staff day at goodwill too i loved not dealing w work and badgering the corporate guy while the managers worked the front#and then getting pizza. they would grill for us on employee appreciation day.#do u know what my department store did. they gave us a payday bar.#that shits insulting like just donât do anything? u Kno u pay shit and have is on these ass schedules whatâs your problem why are u gloating#now ya closed!#itâs karma!#anyways this one is nice i think my manager is really bad at schedules and this is a gripe iâve heard from wveryon so itâs not just me but#itâs other wise as everyone puts it ânot nearly as toxic as other librariesâ like no one here is actively committing psychological warfare#over some office job nonsense. our patrons arenât actively trying to get us shut down. thatâs a nice change.
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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), cĂșmplay, readerâs a tease, unprotected, creampĂe, down bad FERAL Nanami, spĂtting, brĂ©eding, messing up his glasses, pantĂœ-stealing, heâs sweet but fĂșcks 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.
âJust get the money and go.â Nanami deadpans, like a mantra. Giving a rapt knock on your apartment door, âI swear mâmaking him buy me lunch for this.â
Now, it wasnât that Nanami was exactly upset about taking over Higurumaâs landlord duties for the day - no, in fact, he was the first one at his friendâs door with a bag of prescription medicine for the other manâs 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 thatâd just moved into his building. The one that had Nanami wondering whether you were really as âsugary sweet nâ irresistibleâ as Higuruma raved you were.Â
Though, he canât imagine youâd be particularly happy about being woken up at 10am on a Sunday for overdue rent - he certainly wasnât.
Seriously, he had no idea how Higuruma managed to do this every-
Click!
âHigu- youâre not Higuruma.â
Oh, and suddenly, Nanami gets it.
If he got to see this view, too, then he might just become the landlord himself.
Itâs as if you knew youâd 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 shouldnât be looking at. Your lips curving into a sinful little smirk when you notice his eyes dancing off that excuse of fabric you call âshortsâ.
âUmâŠâ you hum, after a few moments of silence. Leaning against your wooden door frame to give the tall man an appreciative one-over, âNanami, right? Youâre Higurumaâs friend?â
Itâs as if the sound of his own name jolts Nanami right back into his senses, clearing his throat as he readjusts his glasses. âY-yes. Nanami Kento.â And he winces, fuck heâs never stuttered like this. Never, even in the toughest of board meetings. Yet, here he was - making a fool out of himself.Â
Knowing heâs completely fucked when your delicious grin only widens, he bows politely, âApologies for barging in like this, maâam. But Higurumaâs sick nâ mâhere to collect the rent in his place.â
You wave off his formality, introducing yourself. âAh, of course. Iâve seen you around, always been too nervous to come up and say hello, though.â
And, suddenly, Nanamiâs glad you never came up to him to talk out of your own volition, he thinks heâs rather put off embarrassing himself for later. Coughing softly, âI apologize, sâmy fault. It was rude of me to not introduce myself first.â
âWell, better late than never, right?â you continue in your smooth tone. Before your eyes catch down his broad shoulders, the bob of his Adamâs apple, the clipboard held between his long, long fingers. âRight- the overdue rent. I swear, Higurumaâs always such a sweetheart, he doesnât bother to remind me.â Opening your door wider to give Nanami a good look inside your cozy apartment - something forbidden. âCome in come in, I seem to have lost my wallet somewhere in here though, maybe you can help me find it.â
Oh?Â
And Nanami knows this is dangerous. He knows this is much more than his simple plan earlier of just âget the money and goâ. He knows that little glint in your eye certainly does not bode well for him as soon as he steps through that door.Â
Yet, he answers anyway, âOf course, lead the way.â
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.Â
That is, until-
âHere we are.â you lead him to a towering pile of clothes piled unceremoniously on your tv room couch. Gesturing airily at the mess, âIâm sure I left my wallet in one of my pants, so you can just sit here until I-â
âIâll do it.â Nanamiâs quick answer stuns the both of you momentarily. But before you can resist, heâs shrugging off his jacket, ignoring the heat of your gaze when he bunches up his sleeves to reveal strong, veined forearms. âItâs only fair, since mâbothering you so early.â
You chuckle, âOh? What a gentleman, we can do it together then, handsome.â
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 canât find it in himself to complain when he neatly folds up your clothes.Â
Whereas you were hastily throwing them god-knows-where, hissing, âWhere- is it-âÂ
âPatience.â heâs humming, placing another t-shirt on your coffee table. âHigurumaâs in no hurry, he can barely get out of bed right now.â
You click your tongue in frustration, âBut you, Nanami-â
â-are perfectly fine helping you out.â 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, âBesides, it would be a shame if such a nice apartment was messed up by- by-â
Fuck.Â
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 youâd been wearing it.
âHm?â youâre 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, âOh- whoops. Um- that canât really be folded.â Throwing a wink at the flustered man - and the lingerie right back at him. âEvidently.â
It was all too much for Nanami, and heâs 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.Â
Somehow, he manages to choke out, âMaybe- maybe we should try looking somewhere else.â
And it was true - the few messy clothes now leftover (andâŠNanami couldnât forget, your underwear) didnât show any signs of hiding your wallet.Â
âIf you say so~â you muse, getting up from your seat - only to get down on your knees. Right in front of Nanamiâs manspread legs.Â
âWh-what are you-â
âUnder the couch.â you interrupt, enjoying this way too fucking much for the poor manâs sanity as you flash him a cheeky grin. And he smacks himself mentally for letting his imagination be toyed by your teasing whims. âI mightâve dropped it under the couch, so wonât you be a dear and help lift it while I look?â
He couldnât get up fast enough, almost stumbling over his long legs to crouch down beside you - just anywhere away from this scandalous position. âReady?â Nanami rasps, biceps bulging tight against his button-up when he easily tilts over your couch.Â
âMore than.â you take a second longer to admire him before going back to your mission.
Which - whateverâs left of the rational part of Nanamiâs brain really thinks might just be to drive him insane instead finding that fucking- what was it- wallet?Â
âHmmm seems itâs not here either, right, Ken?â He doesnât know what heâs 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 werenât a sinful pair of shorts like heâd initially thought after all, instead, they were more like underwear. Flimsy and thin, bunching up perfectly at the crease of your hips.Â
You were captivating.Â
At his heavy silence, you bat your lashes so deceivingly innocently, âOh? Was it the name? Sorry, Nanami, youâve just helped me so much that it ah- slipped out. I wonât do it again.â
âNo.â 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. âIâd like it if you called me that- âKenâ that is, if you want.â
âWell then, Ken.â you brush up unnecessarily against his sculpted body as you move to get up and dust yourself down. âI donât know if youâve noticed, but my walletâs not down there.â
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.Â
Grinning unabashedly as you tug on his arm, âCome on! Thereâs one more place to look.â
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 whateverâs 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.Â
âI swear I mustâve left it somewhere up there.â you grumble. Not wasting a moment before climbing onto it and rifling on top of your high cabinets. âNo harm in trying, right?â
He gulps, palms getting sweaty on the wooden back of the chair with the effort to keep it still. âAre you sure you left it on top of there?â
âHuh? Yes yes, of course.â you answer absentmindedly. Your shirt snagging on your arms as you raise them even higher, âThink you can see something from down there?â
If Nanami could see the top of your shelves, then he didnât 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 werenât wearing a bra.Â
âKen~â
âFuck!â he breathes, when he looks up involuntarily at the sound of his name. Face burning when you raise a brow, âU-um, mânot sure.âÂ
Yeah, he sure could see something - hell, he wanted to see more.Â
He urgently swipes at the sweat slowly beading at his forehead, immediately regretting his actions when the chair tips ever-so-slightly. âShit, I apologize, nâ I also apologize for what Iâm about to do-â 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 lilâ ragdoll, â-but I canât let you put yourself in danger this way.â
Before you know it, youâre 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.Â
âLet me, instead.â he grunts.Â
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.Â
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 shouldnât 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.Â
âAh-â 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, âMy apologies, seems uh- your wallet isnât- here-âÂ
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.Â
âIt isnât there, hm?â you purr, a low honeyed tone that has all the blood in Nanamiâs body rushing to his fat cock. âWell what do you suppose we do about that, Ken? Since I canât pay the rent?â
Nanami doesnât know whether youâre talking about the rent or that massive tent in his pants he really couldnât explain away. Instead, he spits, âYou knew what you were hah- doing, didnât you, you lilâ minx? You donât have your fuckinâ wallet here.â
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.Â
But even that was too much - and in a split-second, you have your deft fingers wrapped tightly around his speckled tie. âAnd if I did?â Pulling close enough to ghost your lips against his, âYouâre smart, Ken. So mâasking once again, what do you suppose we do about that?â
As if to draw out the answer from him, youâre 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.
âI supposeâŠâ 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. âThat you hit me if you donât like this, darling.â
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.Â
âFuck- shoulda known.â heâs letting out a humorless laugh, swiping his tongue across your glossy lower lips. âShouldâve known when you invited me in. Such a tease.â Drinking in your breathless moans, sucking on your tongue, âSuch a- ngh- horny lilâ thing. This what you wanted all along?â
You hum into the kiss so drunk, âMaybe.â Dancing your hands all across where his toned muscles were fighting against the restraints of his shirt, âBut you really canât blame me.â
And maybe it was true - maybe this was inevitable. Either way, Nanami didnât 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.Â
âOh! Ken.â you moan. Bingo.Â
Heâs unbuttoned his shirt now - or maybe it was you. Fuck, either way you couldnât tear your eyes off of his pretty washboard abs. Curving and dipping like he was sculpted meticulously.Â
And thatâs 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.
âYouâre so fuckinâ wet, my love.â 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. âHah, absolutely dripping. This all fâme?â
At your half-delirious nod, he flashes you a smile so handsome that it only makes you squirm more impatiently. âHow sweet.â Giving your nose a chaste peck, âSo good to me. So needy.â
âYouâre the same, though.â you accuse, hotly.
And itâs true - Nanami couldnât deny the aching need of his cock, the way he all but moans in response, âThen tell me- hngh tell me what you want. Iâll give you- anything-â Managing to get out through hot, sloppy kisses planted right on your wobbly lips, â-anything.â
But, ah, you always did manage to surprise him. And instead of an answer, youâre getting right down on your knees in front of him like you did not too long ago - though, this time, youâre reaching up to fumble with his belt.Â
âWanâ taste you.â you huff when his expensive notches prove too stubborn. âWanâ feel you in my mouth so bad, Ken.âÂ
âOh yeah?â 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, âThen take it. Take it fâme, pretty.â
He was so pretty that you possibly couldnât 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 thereâs no more talking. Hell, you barely get enough time to admire Nanamiâs massive cock before heâs 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.Â
âGonna hafta open w-wider if you wanna take me, pretty. Open hah- yeah jusâ like that.â Heâs reeling your head back, all the way till you were just kissing at his thick, angry tip. âNow spit on it, my love.â
Despite being the one to say it, Nanamiâs mouth drops into a fucked-out little oh! of disbelief when youâre readily decorating his swollen length with a steady stream of spit. Your soft palms smearing the saliva along his length.Â
Youâre slurring, âAfter all, I still havenât found my wallet, right?â
And oh he doesnât even have to ask for what comes next - doesnât even have to make a noise.Â
Immediately, you take him in inch by fucking inch. The deliciously salty twang taking over your senses, and heâs so hot and heavy over your tongue. Veins pulsing in a dizzyingly throb! throb! throb! against the roof of your mouth.
âAre you- are you sure you can-â 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 heâs worth.Â
Nanamiâs eyes roll to the back of his head. Was this what heaven felt like?Â
âF-fuuuck, oh you-â 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. â-ngh guess that sharp mouth of yours wasnât just hah- good for teasing, huh?â
Heâs running his mouth a mile a minute - the complete opposite of the reserved man thatâd come knocking on your door. Hips grinding up into your warm tongue mindlessly, slow. Languid - like he didnât even realize what he was doing. âOh you feel so heavenly- so fuckinâ good it should be illegal.â
You canât 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. Nanamiâs 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.Â
He looks so pretty it makes you moan.Â
Those electric vibrations going all the way down that wet divot on the tip of Nanamiâs painfully hard cock to his heavy balls.Â
âOh shit- shit shit shit feels too good.â his words are slurring together, drunk off the way you gag around him. âDonât do that donât-â This only makes you drag your sloppy mouth down him deeper, syrupy moans sticking to
him all the while.Â
âFuck!â Nanami shudders. And heâs 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.Â
Still moving in deep, relentless thrusts inside your gummy cavern. âSâreal fuckinâ hard to treat you as nice as I want when you act like that, my love.â
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.Â
Yeah, this was heaven alright - but you were the fuckinâ devil.Â
Of course, you wanted him to treat you like such a slut - so he does.Â
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. âWhat? You think Iâd really ngh- cum before my darling girl?â
Heâs 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. âF-fuck, Ken-â
âAw look. Youâve got another slutty pair, huh?â he gestures down at the drenched scrap of fabric you so proudly called âpanties.â Sliding a thumb underneath to glide it underneath your puffy pussy lips. Heâs echoing your sentiment from before, âSaid you canât find your hah- wallet, right?â Well, ya better start makinâ up for that now.â
In all of two seconds, Nanamiâs hooking two fingers over your underwear - pulling - ripping. He was right -Â Nanami takes a moment to admire your dripping cunt, glistening and needy for him - he could rip those panties right off of you.Â
With just one hand pinning you to the cool marble of your counter, the other thumbing open your puffy folds, heâs giving all of your pussy a hot, open-mouthed kiss.Â
âMmm fuck-â 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- âJusâ as sweet- as sugary sweet ngh-â
Nanami didnât 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.Â
âHngh! Shit-â youâre 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. âIt feels so- so good, Ken.â
âYeah thatâs right.â he gasps, wrapping those pretty pink lips of his to suck on your clit. Harsh. âSay my name- no, louder. Louder.âÂ
Itâs 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.Â
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.Â
You jolt when the cool metal of his glasses kiss your skin, âO-oh Ken what-âÂ
âShhh shhh, darling.â he soothes. The tip of his manicured index circling around your elastic muscle. Hypnotic. âMâgonna take care of you. Gonna take such good-â With this, heâs bullying his fingers inside, â-care of you.â
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. Nanamiâs darkened eyes drinking in every whimper and twitch of your body over the glasses inching dangerously downwards. Searching, waiting for that one-
âNgh!â You worry youâd have fallen off the counter if it wasnât for Nanami holding you down. Body jolting at sudden electricity running through your veins, âOh- fuck fuck fuck. Oh my god Ken, there. Right thereââ
But before the sentence has even left your heavy lips, heâs hitting your g-spot once more. Easily finding the bullseye that has you bucking and arching into his mouth like such a slut.Â
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, âShit, never liked mâname that much- ngh- but it sounds so pretty on your lips. So sweet. So- oh-âÂ
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.Â
âMâso close.ïżœïżœ you whine, weaving your fingers through his blond hair to help ride his face easier. Jolting with each purposeful flick of his tongue. âGonna cum, Ken.â
âCum then.â he answers, simply, grinning a guiltily glossy grin, âYouâve got a lot to make up for, right?â
And then you do - stars behind your eyes and that little nickname youâd made Nanami in your mouth. Over and over while he tonguefucks you through your high.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck fuckââ 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 Nanamiâs unforgiving tactics. âMâtoo sensitive- Nana-â
He tuts, interrupting your orgasm-drunk babbles, âThaâs not what you call me.â Pulling away just enough to hum, âAll I did was eat this pretty cunt out, darling nâ you already forgot my name?â
You shiver - both at his mean little tone and the absolutely sinful sight between your shaky thighs. Nanamiâs lips plump and irritated, eyes foggy - glasses even more so with all the sloppy dredges of spit and your slick.
Shit, you think heâs never looked prettier.Â
âIs that so?â
Itâs all you hear before youâre 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. âYou dirtied my glasses, yâknow. Now you have to make up for that on top of the rent.â
And by the feeling of his thick tip kissing at your pussy lips, you had a very good idea about how youâd 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-
âB-but donât forget.â you manage to grit out by the time heâs nudging his divot against your clit. âYou have to make- hah- make up for-âÂ
In a fluid motion, youâre reaching your fingers to dig into the irresistible tan skin at his hips, all hard muscle and the thick fabric of where heâd 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, â-my panties.â
The moment the obscene little accusation leaves your lips, you give a soft tug forwards. Nanamiâs towering body being pulled easily to push his weeping tip past your puffy folds.Â
âF-fuck.â heâs throwing his head back at the feeling. âYou hngh- saw, huh?â
Oh, if he hadnât been imagining this the moment heâd stepped inside your apartment then Nanami thinks he mightâve just passed out right then and there.Â
Because you were so warm, so addictive wrapped around his cock - even when heâs barely even in. That he just has to keep going - after all, itâs for the rent, right?
Itâs what he likes to think.
Itâs 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.Â
âO-oh! Shit-â your nails leave jagged red marks down Nanamiâs broad shoulders when he stuffs you full. Desperate. âY-youâre so big, KenââÂ
At this, you feel Nanamiâs 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, âWait- you got bigger- what-â
âI know I know, You got it, my love.â heâs 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. âYou got it. You can take it. Shhh shh-â Heâs drinking in your cute mewls, cupping your pretty face with his free hand, âYouâll take it right? All of it, like my good girl? Youâve gotta make up for it, right?â At your delirious nod, âWords, pretty.â
âYes, please.â You buck your hips in a sultry tandem matching his, the cool frame of his glasses still kissing at your skin. âMâgonna take it all like your good girl, Ken.â
Shit, he can feel himself growing even bigger just halfway into you, âThen-â 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. â-look.â
You canât tear your eyes away as he delves into you so filthy.Â
Not waiting for your pathetic whines about him being âtoo bigâ - no, Nanamiâs 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.Â
âKen!â youâre yelping out when he finally bottoms out. Your swollen folds meeting his drenched hilt, blond tufts of hair brushing up against your pelvis. Sighing, âFinally.â
âFinally?â heâs dragging out his words with an already-crooked, pussydrunk grin. Eyes wild - bewildered almost at how well you were taking him. âS-seriously? Did you say ngh- âfinallyâ, my girl?â Each word has him tapping more strength behind those thrusts, faster. Harder. Spitting out so contendly, âFinally- hah. Such a slut fâme, hm?â
Heâs 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.Â
In response, you lick a long stripe up the sensitive area of his neck, splaying out a hand to squeeze Nanamiâs pec - and the rapid heartbeat you felt beneath it. âYouâre not- ngh- any better.â
âI know.â 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, âIâve been thinking about fucking this pretty cunt as soon as you opened that door, yâknow.â
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 Nanamiâs mouth fall slack with what a treasure you were.Â
âY-youâre such a-â youâre moans are syrupy and slurring together now. Holding onto the larger man for dear life, âsuch a pervert, Ken.â
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 Nanamiâs long, jagged rams inside your wet heaven.
Nanamiâs nosing down your pulse, letting his hot tongue loll out to catch the salty drops of your tears, âMhm, only for hngh- you. Because youâre my girl now, arenât ya?â
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.Â
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 thatâs the only thing youâre capable of getting out once you cum. It sneaks up on you at first, and then all at once - and before you know it, youâre cumming so desperately all over Nanamiâs relentless cock.Â
Over and over.
Your thighs spasming, such a slutty ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth with each wave of pleasure heâs 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 Nanamiâs spilling into your greedy cunt.Â
Painting your gummy walls white with each painful squeeze of his balls, heâs still thrusting - as if on instinct. Shoving his seed deeper and deeper down your cum-filled hole until heâs sure itâs overfilled.Â
By god were you a vision, heâs 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.
âAh,â Nanami wastes no time squeezing his index into your already-bulging entrance, pumping the cum slobbering out back in. âBetter- hah- better not waste any-â 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 couldnât stop. â-after all, yâhavenât made up for all the overdue rent yet, my love.â
A/N. Concept inspired by this NSFW audio by IchigekiVA that my friend sent me <3
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