#but good and important do not mean perfect

[chrisgetsmewet]

Birthday girl

warning: smut, cheating, p in v sex

summary: it's you birthday and your bestfriend is making you cake! she had to leave for some ingredients and left you home alone with her bf. She should've known you guys liked eachother right?

A/n: first time writing smut go easy on me😭🙏

"alright guys, theres a shop that sells butter cream just an hour away from here" riley shouts tiredly, grabbing her coat by the door. "Couldve sworn I'd already picked some up. but anything for the birthday girl. also make sure to keep an eye on the oven!"

"riley we're not that incompetent" matt rolles his eyes.

"of course, we got it!" you answer as she leaves, and turn to face matt."you should be nicer to her"

"i am nice" he responds. "besides your the birthday girl, it's you i should be nice to"

"but she's your girlfriend. you have to be nice to her all year round." you put the empty batter bowl in the sink as matt stares at you across the kitchen, leaning against the counter top.

"Im about as nice to her as she is to me" he murmurs and you look back in confusion. were they having issues and you didn't know about them?

"that couldn't be farther from the truth, riley is the perfect girlfriend and you-" you paused looking at him up and down with a light scowl. "-well you're you"

"ah, so you think im not good enough for her how cliche y/n" he gives you a look of displeasure. "and what is it that makes me so unworthy of her"

"look you're not a bad person, you're just.." you sigh struggling to put your thoughts into words. "look at it this way- riley is a person thats rare to find. she manages to be successful and beautiful while also being humble and kind- i know for a fact she would do anything for you. and she's even driving an hour to get frosting for me her bestfriend. thats the kind of person she is" you ramble on, walking around the kitchen as matt stares at you in fascination.

"and then theres you, who has forgotten ever anniversary and put your job over her, because you think it's just so much more important. you see where im getting at?"

matt furrows his eyebrows as he processes what you're trying to say and you think he might get mad at you for a second, but to your relief he cracks a bright smile.

"don't get me wrong im just as much as a mess as you are. and just as unworthy." you laugh and a puzzling smirk crosses his face.

"so you're saying i should be with someone who better suits me?

"yes, exactly."

"someone like... you?" he raises an eyebrow.

you chuckle nervously and take a step back, suddenly aware of how close he's gotten.

"obviously not. I-I didn't mean for it to sound like that" stuttering, you try to move away from him but he doesn't budge, his tall figure towering over you. that stupid smirk plastered on his face increases your heart rate.

"whats the matter sweetheart?" he sneers

"stop playing around" you push him away by his chest and escape to the sofa, slumping down in it with a huff.

"riley told me about the little crush you had on me." he stands behind you and you refuse to face him, consumed with embarrassment.

"crush is a strong word for whatever that was" you feel your cheeks burning up at the memory; when you first met matt at a party, you'll admit you wanted him all to yourself. but what were you supposed to do when riley got to him first? You can't believe she told him.

"so you don't find me attractive anymore?" He asks in that provocative tone of his.

"the outside is fine but the inside could use some work." you feign confidence, avoiding the question. to be truthful, you found him incredibly attractive. So much so that you actively avoided him because you felt yourself folding under pressure anytime he was near.

"can i let you in on a little secret?" he asked quietly, taking a seat in the footstool across the sofa.

"no, but i have a feeling your gonna tell me anyway" you brace yourself.

"the night i saw you and riley at the party playing pool" he begins. "i wanted to approach you not her"

Your breath hitches in your throat.

"but she came up to me first and when i asked her who her bestfriend was, she told me you weren't intrested... in men." your mouth falls open at his words.

"I-I don't know what to say." You stutter, feeling a small sense of betrayal run through you. "I dunno why she would do that"

"because she knew she couldn't stand a chance otherwise." He gets up to sit next you and you tense up at his knee lightly brushing past yours.

"i thought you were a lesbian half the time I've known you- until you started dating that loser a few months ago and riley had to come clean. She thought id find it funny." he curls his lips in disgust.

"and did you?"

"No." He responds. blue eyes staring right through you. "Im still mad about it."

"matt.." you cautiously murmur, sensing the direction this could take.

"Im just saying, remember that next time you want to rant about how great she is. if it wasn't for her lying we would have been together" he rests his hand on your leg but you swiftly brush it off.

"but it's not. And it never will be. you'll always either be her boyfriend or her ex. either way your off limits." You try to assert some boundaries before your self control completely slips away from you.

"and if it weren't for these limits?" He reaches his hand up, tucking your hair behind his ear.

"Oh god, the cake! must go check on the cake" you get up, trying to escape his grasp but he pushes you back down.

"i said if it weren't for those limits?" He repeats sternly and you can't help but fixate on his pink rosy lips. you'd always wondered what they felt like pressed up against yours.

"in another universe if it wasn't her it would be me." you sigh, walls crumbling down "id be yours."

"is that what you want" he mutters, barely above a whisper.

"it doesn't matter. lets face reality" you shuffle back a little in an attempt to impose some distance between.

"Fuck reality. I want you." he pulls you in and you're hit with a wave of warmth radiating off his firm body.

"matt, no. Riley is my bestfriend! im not a homewrecker" you cry out, unsure whether your trying to convince him or yourself.

"you cant wreck something thats already falling apart. i dont care about her- i don't care about any of it anymore. For gods sake i even hid the buttercream because i wanted her to leave us alone for a while." Your mouth gapes open at his revelation

"I knew it!" You point your finger at him and he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you onto him, faces barely inches apart.

"i need you. In every way possible" his voice is so breathy it makes you squeeze your thighs together.

"ugh matt I- "

"Do you want me as much as i want you? please y/n" he whines and you bite your lip over the beautiful desperation in his words.

"Of course i want you, i always have." The words barely leave your mouth before he grabs your face with both hands and kisses you sloppily, grip on your jaw a little to strong. he was gasping for air, stubbornly holding onto you like it's the last kiss he'd ever have.

"don't worry about her, I'll take care of everything" he rubs your cheek with his thumb comfortingly and you feel all your worries melt away; he was here, he would fix it all.

"I've thought about this for so long" you cry, pawing at him. the sense of elation you felt at finally being able to touch him, inhale him, taste him- after an enternity of pushing every feeling down. You did it all out of respect of riley, out of respect of matt who chose her- but now that you learned the truth, restraint flew out the window. He should've been yours- he is yours.

"Lie down for me sweetheart, i wanna see my pretty girl" he pushes you down onto the sofa and inches your skirt down, admiring your pretty pink panties. "You wear these just for me?" You nod frantically, it was true you wore everything for him. Your best underwear, your prettiest lipstick/lipgloss, your shortest little skirts, it was all for him. He pushes your top up slowly, messy kisses being planted all over your tummy until he reaches your perky tits.

"Is there a reason you don't have a bra on baby?"

"Mhm, it's fun watching your urge to stare everytime they move"

(this conversation their having is making me cringe yall but i gotta do what i gotta do😭)

"you noticed that, huh?" You giggle at his honesty as he rips your top off, laughter instantly replaced with breathy moans as he squeezes your boobs harshly, sucking on your nipples.

"best pair of tits I've seen in my life" he mutters into your chest as he continues to kiss and licks all over, making you writhe underneath him.

"matt, please" you buck your hips up towards him desperately needing more. "hurry we don't know when she'll be home"

"Then thats a good thing the door bolts shut from the inside." He grins, hands trailing down between your thighs.

"no! we cant lock her out, what would she think?"

"i don't care, all i know is if i don't get enough of this pussy, im gonna lose my mind." He groans as he hooks his arms under your legs and pulls you down, pulling your panties to the side. you bashfully cover your face with your hands as he rubs your clit with his thumb and when you peak through your fingers, you see him biting his lip and curving his eyebrows into a pitiful swoop. Just as you think it can't get better, he lowers his boxers and frees his cock, heavy length slapping against his stomach. not wanting to inflate his already big ego, you try not to looked shock- but he sees right through you.

"You tryna make me feel bad, sweetheart? no problem, I'll have you squealing in a minute anyway." He confidently asserts and you feel him rubbing his tip along your soaking folds; the anticipation alone is enough to make you throw your head back.

with one sudden thrust, he pushes himself into your tight pussy and you sink your teeth into the pillow beside you to conceal some of the noise. reaching forward and grabbing it from you he tosses it aside and grabs you by the jaw.

"i want to hear every little sound you make."

"b-but someone might hear-"

"I don't give a fuck" he asserts aggressively. "Let them hear. they might as well start getting used to it." you moan at his depraved words, drool forming around your lips.

"if you want something in your mouth that bad, here" he offers his fingers- which you accept gratefully, sucking and biting on them to your hearts content. Just as you've adjusted, he slides the rest of his cock in- filling you so deeply you question how it's even possible. The mewling that proceeds boosts Matt's ego more than is healthy; you pant and whine so fervently that you look like you're on the verge of passing out. your pupils are dilated, your hair messed up, your thighs dampened from arousal and sweat.

"mm fuck- fill me up, please!" you dig your fingernails into his back as he lowers himself to kiss your wet lips, silencing your sobs and pleading if only for a moment.

"you want my cum, sweetheart? let me hear you say it"

"yes please, yes! I want you to fill me up so bad, it's the only thing i want." you ramble words barley audible over the loud sounds of smacking and squelching.

"i could never say no to you." he whispers, head tucked into the crook of your neck planting open-mouth kisses.

"i need it, i need it noww." you whine, tits bouncing as he roughly pounds into you, strong hands maintaining a firm grip on your hips as he rams himself into you one last time: cum spiling from his tender cock and filling you up to the brim. Pulling out, the sensation of his cum dribbling out of you doubled with his thumb circling your clit sends you over the edge, orgasm washing over you like a tsunami, he rests his head on your chest as you both catch your breath, running your fingers through his hair.

"im gonna leave her." He softly speaks. "im leaving and im telling her about us"

your heart seizes in both panic and excitement. theres an us?

The familiar thud of footsteps in the hallway has you both scrambling to get dressed- you pull your top back down and your skirt back on but you can't find your frilly panties anywhere. Matt just about finishes zipping up his jeans when riley walks in to the sight of her very flustered-looking best friend and boyfriend, sitting oddly far apart in an unnatural position on the couch.

"Hey guys, i had to check several different stores but i finally found the right buttercream, what have you- wait, do i smell something burning?"

fuck, you forgot the cake

running over to the oven, she scrambles to pull out the smoking tray, despair takes over her face when she sees the round crust, black as cinder.

"how did you forget?!? What were you doing?" She yells, throwing the ashes straight into the trash bin and frowning at you.

"Nothing, riley. we just got carried away chatting is all 'm really sorry'. You walk over to join her in the kitchen but starting to feel matts seed leaking out of your stretched-out hole and dribbling down your thighs. Noticing the glistening sticky wetness, matt rushes over in front of you to distract his girlfriend.

"it was my fault, i said I'd keep track of time and i didn't." He explain subtly tossing a kitchen towel your way.

"classic matthew, honestly a monkey could have better management." She hisses, barging past him and opening a window to let the smoke out. "No wonder you always forget our anniversaries" he takes a shaky breath and you can see how hard he's trying to restrain himself.

"Not now" you think, giving him a knowing glare and he nods reluctantly. Riley stomps over to the bathroom and you quickly wipe the cummy mess off your thighs, giggling a little at the excitement of sneaking around. Matt rushes over and gives you a feverish kiss, whispering in your ear "she goes to bed early, you know."

maybe you wouldn't tell her just yet.

A/n: pt. 2 maybe?

[baby-tini]

hey babes, I love you ever since I first found your blog. The first post I found was the 4some with the mikeysss😭😭 girl you write so good and I always wait for your posts almost everyday. I seriously love how you write fics esp the ones with @buse tagged on it..LMFAO WE GOT DADDY ISSUES FRRRRR. THE DABI FICS!?!?! I'VE BEEN EATING THEM UP. GOOD SHIT. those dabi fics fucked the depression out of my body😭😭

Can I please make a request..it's my first time asking so I'm kinda shy lol. Can we please get abusive! Kanto Mikey x devoted reader? Like reader is so obsessed with mikey (kinda like how sanzu is to mikey) and she'd do anything and everything for him and still loves him even if he hurts her physically and emotionally.

Can I also pls request smut..😔 (I'm a slut)

I LOVE UUU!! You can js ignore my request if you don't feel like writing it, babes. Kisses . 💋💋💋

TW- Stockholm Syndrome (not from kidnapping), domestic abuse both physically and verbally, victim blaming, manipulation, controlling behaviour, Mikey is slightly yandere-ish. A/N- This made me so happy too read, in all honesty. Your so sweet babes, I love you too and I hope you adore it. Kisses 💋 You loved Mikey, more then anything. You'd do whatever he asked, whether he wanted you too kill for him or even die for him, you'd do so with no complaints, no hesitation and absolutely no second thoughts. He knew that, you knew that, everyone knew that. But too be fair, you've known him since you were both twelve, you were with him through everything. You were there when his brother died, you were there when he talked about killing Kazutora after he got out of juvie, you were there for him when Draken got stabbed, you were even there when Baji died and he went crazy. Beating Kazutora almost to death before Takemichi stepped in. So, you couldn't just leave him, even if you saw the pitied looks from the... nicer members in Kanto.

You didn't really care for the pitied looks you got from his lackeys. If it wasn't coming from Mikey then it wasn't important. Mikey was everything to you, he meant more then everyone else, after Mikey took you with him, leaving Toman, he was all you had left. You truly didn't blame him for the way he treated you, he had a lot going on, it wasn't his fault. Sometimes he just needed a stress result, yeah, he hit you a little harder sometimes. But you were positive that he wasn't going too kill you, he always told you he loved you after anyway. He promised too stop for you, after last night, he promised he would never put his hands on you again, you had no reason too not believe him, sure he had little slip-ups, but no one was perfect.

You had been sitting in the room you shared with Mikey, cleaning and bandaging the bruises and cuts, Mikey had hit you a little harder last night, his lackeys pissing him off and leaving him in a irritable mood. Sure, he took out on you, but anyway you could help Mikey, you were willing too do it, nothing was too much for you, you were Mikeys, meaning you had too be strong for him. You didn't want Mikey too think that you couldn't take a couple hits from him, I mean, he could've hit you harder or even killed you. You've seen him fight, but he never did, that proved how much he loved you. Your head had snapped towards the door when you heard screaming and cries of pain. The bedroom door slamming opening open seconds later, the door knob creating a hole in the wall as Mikey Mikey sauntered in. Slamming the door so hard behind him that the frame rattled, staring you down, you could see his usually large eyes had narrowed into slits, reminding you of a cat before they attacked. His lips were curled into a deep snarl as his already black eyes got even darker, his tongue digging into his cheek as his muscles tensed up. The walk towards you was drawn out and slow as he analyzed you, when he did reach you, after what felt like tediously long hours, he grabbed you up by your hair, his knuckles turning white from the harsh grip. "Are you fucking serious?!?! You dumb fucking bitch, I ask you too do one thing, one fucking thing and that's too stay away from other men and you can't even do that, huh?" The hand wrapped in your hair throws you to the floor, his heeled boot digging into your stomach as you let out a groan. Your stomach sucking in on it's self to alleviate the pressure, but his heel just dug deeper. The gurgle of pain you let out was unrecognizable to yourself as Manjiro stared you down with a dark grin, his eyes reflecting static. Those staticy eyes stare into your own teary ones, the tears flowing down your cheeks from the pain. He takes his foot off your stomach with a scoff as he steps back a bit, giving you a command as he does so. "Up." It's only one word, but the weight it holds is crushing as you struggle too stand on your own. Your arms shaking as you push yourself up off the carpet. When you do successfully get on your feet, your legs wobbling as you keep your head down. Manjiro watches, his expression bored as he tilts his head in disinterest, his eyes narrowing at your unbalance. He gives a scoff before he walks over and grabs your arm, dragging you to the bed. Sitting you down, he runs his hands through your hair and moves it behind your ears, some of your strands sticking to your wet cheeks. He uses his thumbs too wipe at the salty tears.

"You love me right?" The question comes out of his mouth quieter then you thought it would. Especially given how angry he seemed only a couple of minutes ago. But the switch his tone of voice has taken now paired with the question, has you a bit confused, your eyes questioning when you look up at him. You thought he knew, you always tell him you love him, everytime you see him. So with a quick nod of your head, you scoot closer towards him. He hums, with a small smile, twirling a strand of your hair. "Show me then, show me how much you love me." His words are still soft as he unzips his pants, popping open the button as he stands up straight. It's an immediate reaction, like someone else controlling your actions, as you reach towards his pants. Quickly replacing his hands, you pull his pants and boxers down half-way before taking his cock in your hand. Scooting completely off the bed so that you're on your knees, on the carpet, you drag your hand in slow pumps up and down his cock as you kiss at the head, as an apology for your mistake. Gliding the flat of your tongue over his slit then giving it a kiss, you hear him let out a shuddered breath. One of his hands coming down to your head and running it through your hair as he pushes the loose strands behind your neck. Taking him a little deeper down your throat, you pump the base simultaneously. A quiet geoan falls from his lips as he tightens his grip in your hair, using it too move your head a little faster. Scooting closer on your knees, you bob your head faster on his cock. Feeling his fingers twitch in your hair, he pulls you closer so that you take him in completely, his cock bulging in your throat. "You feel that shit, that's my cock in your throat." He runs a thumb over the bulge in your throat. Pushing down, he feels your throat sputter around him and he groans. He lets you pull off him and take in air. Drool slides down your tongue and chin while you cough a little. Wiping your chin as you suck in air through your teeth, straightening back up you take his cock back in your mouth again. He hums, tilting his head back and exhaling through his nose while he pets your hair. You gives a harsh suck to the tip that has his stomach flexing. Tightening your hand around the base, he groans deeply, jerking your hand, you taste the pre-cum as it hits your tongue. He tastes sweet, so sweet, you're eager for more of it. As he starts getting closer though, he starts too fuck your throat, groaning from the feel of your throat spasming and convulsing around the thickness of his cock. He grinds his hips into your mouth as his thighs tense. You can feel he's getting close, by the way he's twitching on your tongue as his hand, that's wrapped around your hair, flexes. Going from tight and painful to loose and shaky. His mouth falls open as he pants, his thighs shaking as he cums down your throat, while holding your head all the way down. Your nose touching the blonde hair as his balls sit against your chin. "Don't swallow." It's a command that he gives you, as he pulls his cock from your throat. You don't, you don't swallow, instead keeping his cum sat on your tongue, the liquid tasting sweet as you take in the taste. He tucks his cock back in, as he pulls his boxers and pants back up. Re-doing the zipper and button then pulling you up and sitting you back on the bed. "Open your mouth fo me," you do, quickly unhinging your jaw and letting your tongue slip out. The white liquid flooding your mouth, mixing with your spit on your tastebuds. He hums, using a hand too tilt your chin up, making you look at him while his cum falls closer to the back of your throat. He uses his thumb to move the cum down your tongue, wiping his cum on your lips like gloss. Then taking two fingers, his index and middle, too fuck your mouth, pressing his fingers down on your tongue he pulls them out and gives you the go-ahead too swallow. You do, letting his cum fall down your throat as he stares at your neck, watching your jugular bob at the swallow. He hums again, with a nod of his head.

"You know I hate hitting you, I only do it because you misbehave. If you listened I wouldn't have too hit you, you know that right? Pretty girl?" You nod, licking your lips in order too clean the cum from them. He taps your bottom lip with his thumb, still covered in a mix of your spit and his cum. Letting your mouth fall open again, you take in each of his fingers, cleaning them of his own essence. You smile up at him, around his fingers as his taste hits your tongue again. Wrapping your hands around his wrist, you kiss at his fingers when he pulls them back from your mouth. "But I have no problem doing so when you misbehave though, you know that better then anyone that I don't take disrespect lightly. So, when I tell you too stay away from other men, I expect you too comply. You have a part of me inside you forever when you swallowed my cum, you need too understand that you'll belong to me until you die. Is that understood?" With a quick nod of your head, he kisses your lips before leaving you alone in your shared bedroom too think about what just happened.

[optimisticartistic]

Let's talk about Voices

I'm sure someone's already made a perfect post about Harlan's voice acting ability and the fact that all of his characters are so unique and distinct, that even characters with similar voices can be told apart. It is in fact a plot point that when we do meet a new character with a similar voice to a previous one, that it is a point of in-universe suspicion for Arthur.

This means that, rather than voice, we tell characters apart by cadence: not just what they say but how they say it. What weight their personality brings to their voice.

With that in mind, let's talk about our golden boys: John, the King, and Yellow.

John

A relatively flat affect: his pitch doesn't tend to have many particularly noteworthy or abrupt highs or lows, unlike Arthur. A good, even narrator.

Emotions come in bursts of extremes; John runs hot and cold, and his emotions tend to remain fairly obvious due to his word choice. While he can harbour grudges, for the sake of progress he will usually let them go.

Word choices tend to be blunt or straight-forward, reflecting the urgency with which he often has to say them. This also leans directly into his very dry sense of humour.

When more “poetic” words do come into play, they're treated with something like reverence, beautiful things he doesn't want to shatter.

SWEARS. This bitch swears like it’s fucking punctuation, Jesus Christ. What the fuck Arthur.

The King

Grandiosity. He knows he's hot shit, he is confident in the fact he is hot shit, and has no self doubt whatsoever about his powers or capacity to ruin your life. All of his words come with an edge of condescension, even during intense emotions.

Eloquence. He talks like he's reciting poetry or Shakespeare, and while his cadence remains relatively even, he's a lot more prone to distinct shifts in pitch to make himself sound more lyrical or important.

Put your tentacles in the air and step away from the thesaurus, sir.

Resentful. The King actively looks down on anything lesser than him, and acts like everyone is. Plus, like- Arthur stole his shit*. This god has a grudge the size of Azathoth and will make it your problem, and this underlines all of his dialogue with Arthur.

*Arthur did not steal his shit, the King is just a petty bitch and a sore loser

Yellow

Explosive emotions, that he struggles to engage with. When he is upset or angry those emotions linger, and this makes him come across as capricious and immature.

A constant sense of self-doubt in trying to describe things, that comes up as hesitancy and defensiveness.

Grandiosity but like. In the way where he knows he is not, in fact, hot shit, and is desperate to try and prove it to control his situation.

A genuine sense of curiosity. While he and John both share this, John is much less reserved with it, while Yellow has learned to hesitate first.

Also swears! Not as much as John, but Arthur is teaching so many toddler gods to swear it's so fucking funny.

So, with John and the King in mind specifically, here's a pop quiz courtesy of episode 18:

Who does this sound more like?

[misc-obeyme]

Barbatos is loved for his perfection, but what if we love him and were not perfect?

This is something I think about a lot. Barbatos is famously good at everything he does, and while that may simply seem impressive and admirable. I van only ever imagine it being slightly painful. Yeah, at the start, I'd be like "Wow, I love my multitalented boyfriend. I love to watch him work his magic." But then when it comes to something I also love doing, I'd just feel inferior.

I'll be using gardening as an example. I love gardening! I've had flower and vegetable gardens my whole life. In fact, I just planted one for this season, and I like to think I'm pretty good at it. So, when I ask Barbatos for some help with my garden, it'll all be fine and dandy, and we'll have a nice little gardening date. All is well until I go to the Demon Lord's Castle and bare witness to the huge gardens with herbs even the masters couldn't cultivate. (Simeon mentions this about Barbatos' Dark Thyme, I believe. Could be wrong, though)

So now, whenever I ask Barbatos for help in my garden, I can only feel that he's bored and believes I'm doing something wrong because he is so much better than I.

Even if it's not him who harnesses a skill, just someone he knows. Barbatos is the butler of the future king of the Devildom, meaning he attends all the balls, meaning he sees the live orchestra. Imagine how inferior I would feel when I find out Barbatos has seen the best cello players of all time play in front of him several times over. Do you think I'd ever want to play for him after that? No way!

That's another thing I often think about. Just the fact that he's done or seen far better shows of skill would completely put me off and make me not want to show him anything in the first place.

I know he'd say I'm silly and reassure me he loves me no matter what. He doesn't care about my level of skill! BUT I CARE ‼️

I think perhaps you're missing one very crucial thing here. Barbatos would love to help you with your garden because it's yours. He would love to hear you play the cello because it would be you he gets to hear. He would see you putting your heart and soul into something you love and that's the part that would matter the most to him.

Imagine that someone you love, who has never gardened before in their life, decides to start a garden. Would it bore you to help them? Or would you see that as an opportunity to flex your own gardening skills? Maybe you tell them about things that messed you up in the beginning and save them from undesirable results. Maybe you feel happy when they succeed because you gave them good advice. Maybe they come across a problem in their garden that you didn't have to deal with in yours, but with the experience you already have about gardening, you're able to help them find a solution.

I feel like I can give some insight on this concept in a more general sense and inevitably it informs how I think Barbatos would be.

I'm kind of known irl for being "the writer." And that means that people want to show me their writing. I've never once read someone else's writing and been like, wow I'm bored and I know I could write this so much better. It isn't my story. It's theirs. And it's theirs in a way that is unique to them. I could never hope to replicate it. Just because they're not as experienced at it as I am doesn't mean it isn't just as important as anything I've written. I get excited when I see people writing because I love to write and now this is a passion we share.

I think Barbatos would be absolutely thrilled that you enjoy gardening. Because it's something he enjoys, too. I don't think he would ever compare you to anyone else, whether you're gardening or playing the cello or writing or even making tea. It doesn't matter how skilled he is or how perfect he is. What matters is that you're doing something that you love and he gets to share a piece of that with you.

Everything has been done before and there will always be someone better at something than you. What makes that thing special is that it's yours. And I can't imagine for one second that Barbatos wouldn't understand that concept on such a deeply fundamental level that he probably doesn't even realize it.

[mybworlds]

Chapter 5: Touch Me

Pairing: joel miller x f!reader (no use of Y/N) | Rating: 18+ Minors DNI | W.C.: 2.6k

Summary: Your life sounds perfect: you live with a perfect man, you live in your dream house, you do the job you love, you don't miss anything, except love and passion.

Warnings: no use of Y/N, use of you, reader is a photographer, reader has no physical descriptions except hair (no type or color) long enough to hold on to, unspecified age gap, Joel and reader are two cheaters, for a while. Smut, use of pet names, dirty talk, masturbation, unprotected PiV but the first time, creampies, comeplay, oral (both f and m recieving), exhibitionism, size kink, personal use of an unspecified sex toy. No outbreak here. Let me know if I missed anything!

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Three days later completely unexpectedly, Joel calls you. This is very surprising to you since you did not give him your phone number, but then you remember that he may have gotten it from your website store. He asks to meet you for coffee, nothing strange, nothing ambiguous or suspicious. It's you who probably can't think of anything else when you see and hear him.

You both have a coffee cup in your hands and you walk through a park at a slow pace, you don't talk much at first, then you look over at him and he looks back at you "Why did you want to see me?" you ask him.

He shrugs his shoulders "I dunno, I guess. . . uhm, I simply wanted to say sorry if I put you in a difficult situation." he says, looking a little ahead and a little down at his feet.

"Joel, I'm not a child. I know what I did, I know I was wrong. Indeed, we have unknowingly put ourselves in a complicated situation. Patrick is important to both of us for different reasons."

"He is. I feel guilty for betraying him." he says, you find yourself nodding silently, "Even though I didn't know you were committed to him."

You look at him, "If you had known, you'd still have told me that you liked me a lot?"

He looks up at you, he looks into your eyes, he opens his lips, but closes them again with a sigh.

"I don't want to put you on the spot by telling you this, but. . . we were two reckless people," you add again, sipping your coffee.

"You told me something important, though." you look at him "You're not happy with him." you sigh looking ahead of you "I'm not saying you were right to cheat on him, but maybe it means something, don't you think?"

"Yeah, maybe. . . I like you a lot, Joel, I have to admit," you say looking up at him again "And like I told you, part of me hates what I did because I'm still committed to him and because I cheated on him with a friend of his, but on the other hand. . . you have. . . I mean, I don't want to be misunderstood or want you to think I'm proposing something, but I had good time with you."

"So have I." he confirms, you look at each other for a moment "Can I ask you something?" you nod "It's very intimate." he warns you, you nod again lowering your head "How are things in the bedroom with him?" you look up embarrassed "I don't want the details, but are you still intimate?" he asks you again.

"He-- he tries, I mean-- twice a month we do it." he wrinkles his forehead "But I don't like it, I mean-- I can't-- I can't feel pleasure. Maybe I'm the problem, maybe. . ." you stammer, trying to justify yourself and your lack of sexual connection with Patrick.

"No." he interrupts you "You came twice with me. Or am I wrong?" he corrects you, you glance at him in passing and then bite your bottom lip and rub your forehead with an embarrassed look.

"You're not wrong," you admit, breathing heavily.

"Then twice a month?" he looks at you puzzled "Only? I'm not saying every day, but c'mon at least three times a week!" he adds making you smile and shake your head "It's the truth. I'm not teasing you. I'm serious." you look at him not being able to help but feel a thrill of excitement and at the same time feeling embarrassed because you are talking to him about it.

"Okay. . ." you say simply, "It's just that by now there's this nice routine with him and…"

Joel looks at you shaking his head, he says your name in the sweetest way you've ever heard, then adds, "You're not sixty and if you let me, you still have the right to be very sexually active."

You shudder again, you throw your plastic coffee cup away and cross your arms in an attempt to hide this state of yours.

"Maybe I should give a damn," Joel continues again, "you're not mine, but if you were. . ." he says, you look up at him, opening your mouth and eyes slightly wide.

"If I were?" you press him.

"I'd properly fuck you all the time and I think you'd like it,"

He throws his plastic coffee cup away too, "Joel. . ." you interrupt him "Don't. . . no, stop it." you add, shaking your head and walking faster, but he stops you by grabbing you by the wrist making you turn toward him "Stop, please."

He steps closer, now you are too, too close. Incredibly close "I've said everything I'd do with you if I were him." you shudder "I know you're dying to try again with me." he says in a low tone of voice, a tone of voice that shakes you inside. You can barely sustain his gaze.

You are guilty because yes you really want him to fuck you again.

"Yes. . ." you admit, nodding shyly "You know it', I've never denied it." you add, he moves close enough to you to place his hands on your hips so that your bodies fit together, you swallow.

"You have needs and wants like everyone else, fulfill them." he says in a whisper in your ear making you close your eyes, he's like a tempter angel, he knows what to say and how to say it and you give in.

You are at your place in the store. You are sitting on a small black leather sofa, a sofa you usually use for some photoshoots where various poses are required.

"Aren't you afraid someone might come in?" he asks you half an inch from your lips.

"No, the door only opens from the inside or with the keys," you answer him, bridging the distance between your mouths. You kiss each other slowly, you promised yourself you would not give in and even told yourself that what happened in the hotel was just a moment of weakness, but this. . . you don't even know what to call it, it's wrong, beautifully wrong.

He holds you close, laying a hand on your back without stopping kissing you, you instead let your hand wander from his chest to the crotch of his pants. Your hand stays there, you caress his still covered intimacy insistently, he sighs into your mouth bringing your face closer to his and gently stroking your neck.

You pull away just a moment to allow yourself to sit on him and resume kissing him by rubbing yourself against him, you find yourselves both to sigh feeling a growing arousal. You are already wet despite having just touched him, you want him, you desire him.

Joel places both hands on your back undoing the top you had tied behind your neck exposing your bra to his view, you close your eyes releasing a long sigh "So desperate."

"I want more," you say in a whisper. He then unhooks your bra throwing it somewhere exposing your breasts to his mouth and his hands gently sucking and squeezing them, you throw your head back desperate for more, even more. You want him there, you want his hand there, you want to be filled by him again. You get up from him for a moment sitting on him leaning your back against his chest, his hand immediately goes down there finally. He lifts your skirt bringing it up to your hips with one hand, while with the other he touches you from above your briefs. You moan, you are soaking wet.

"So needy, I'll give you what you want." he tells you, first laying a kiss on your lips, while with one hand he insistently caresses first your breast and then your nipple, you groan, while his other hand does wonderful things to your still-covered intimacy moving it first along your womanhood and then moving his hand in circles.

"Oh, fuck." you moan rubbing yourself against him.

Finally, oh finally, he moves your briefs to the side and fills you first with one then with two fingers, you moan louder and louder abandoning your head against the crook of his neck, he continues like this for a while, then Joel brings his fingers out from inside you and gently presses them against your lips, which immediately open wide to receive and lick them. You already have tears in your eyes from the great excitement you feel.

You look into his eyes for a moment and then you rise from his legs, you take off your skirt and sit back down beside him, kiss him again and in the meantime caress his still-covered manhood, only then you undo the waistband of his jeans and open his pants releasing his arousal "You're so big," you tell him lowering his pants a little more exposing his cock, you give him one last look before you slowly pump his shaft with your fist first and then with your lips.

Joel moans discomposedly as you slide his enormous arousal into your mouth inch by inch, "Like this," he moans when you do something good for him like licking the tip of his cock or barely closing your lips around it "Go like this," you see him gasp and close his eyes surrendering himself completely to your care. From time to time you look at his taut face, his clenched jaw and his prominent vein on his neck and these reactions only increase your desire for him.

"Stop or we'll call it a day," he gasps, then you realize that you must stop. He pulls you on top of him for a moment kissing you deeply and then he reverses positions causing you to find yourself sitting up and him at your feet, he pulls off your briefs and lowers himself between your legs, "Joel--" you moan softly laying a hand in his tousled hair waiting for him to make his move. You bite your lower lip softly and sigh heavily as his lips lap at your womanhood, you moan tightening your lips and rolling your eyes back. His tongue pokes between your drenched folds, making you moan louder and louder, "I gotcha, baby," Joel whispers a span from your cunt, then he resumes poking between your folds making you moan his name in a choked tone of voice "No one can hear us, you can scream my name as long as you want," he urges you, then encircling your clit with his lips.

"Oh God, fuck, Joel--I--f--fuckfuckfuck" you moan in an increasingly shrill and choked voice, your legs are shaking when you are close to your climax, his fingers accompanied by his tongue making you finally collapse, everything explodes behind your eyelids. You remain breathless.

"Are you still with me?" he asks lying on top of you and placing a kiss on your breast, you nod with closed eyes and still breathless "Was it too much?" he asks placing another kiss on your other breast.

"Mhm, mhm." you moan, opening your eyes. Seeing him with your release on his beard excites you even more.

"I think you need to wipe off the couch because you squirted."

You open your eyes wide and lower your head downward, it had never happened to you "No, that was new!" you exclaim reclining your head on the couch "I'll have to put a cover on it," you think aloud.

He kisses your neck very lightly until he reaches your chin, you lower your gaze and slightly your head, "Didn't we say we didn't have to do that again?" he asks with a crooked smile on his face.

You shake your head with a grin, "You dick, it looks like you enjoyed that, isn't it?" he smiles back, then giving you a kiss on your lips.

"Yeah, right!" he exclaims laying another kiss, this time less fleeting. Your breaths mingle, your mouths explore each other with increasing languor, you encircle his neck with your arms bringing him closer to you.

"I'll get a condom," he says ready to move away from you, but you hold him still on you and he looks at you puzzled, "What?"

"I'm on the pill, I'm clean, it's not necessary, but if you feel more comfortable," you tell him looking into his eyes.

"You want to feel this huge cock inside you unfiltered, huh?" he asks, making such vulgar words sound tremendously erotic.

His fingers slide down until they graze your sex still swollen from the previous climax, you moan into his mouth, your skin still hypersensitive, "So sensitive, baby" he whispers in a rough voice then he kisses you again and at the same time he slides inside you filling you all the way making you moan and open your eyes "Sssh, baby, shh, quiet" he tells you looking into your eyes, you return the gaze with your lips parted and your breath short. His thrusts are at first very slow, cadenced, you feel your climax - the second - build inside you again while he starts to increase his pace "You like to take it all, huh?"

You've never been someone who likes to hear these words during intimate intercourse, but with Joel everything is different. Even these words of his come across to you as even more arousing, aphrodisiacal. You struggle to hear everything he says to you, you are now in a world completely out of the ordinary where every smallest part of you falls apart as a result of his mighty rhythmic thrusts.

You can't even tell him in a hesitant tone that you're about to come, but you think he senses it all the same from the way your pussy is squeezing him and bringing him to climax as well.

You hear him cry out an almost animalistic noise into your ear and then he quickly exit from inside you and finishes his moment of pleasure with two more quick pumps and comes in copious hot spurts on your tummy. Both of you are breathless, he is sitting on his knees on the couch, you are on your back with one hand in your hair and your eyes closed, his release still on your belly.

When you both regain a hint of control, he gets up and grabs a napkin so you can wipe yourself off, which you do immediately but without being able to take your eyes off his face.

You sit next to each other and for a while neither of you says anything, then you glance away from him "You're thinking about your ex wife, aren't you?" you ask him.

He looks up in surprise, then replies, "I was thinking that if I had given the same attention, maybe it wouldn't have ended, maybe. . . we could have saved everything."

"Things don't always turn out the way we hope," you tell him, laying a hand on his still-naked thigh.

He lays a hand on yours without looking at your face, "That's right."

"Have you tried calling her back? Maybe--"

"No," he says, you see him shake his head "Over the years, you have no idea how many times I called her or when she was driving our daughter here I apologized, I told her I was ready to start over, I told her I understood my mistakes." a sad smile appears on his face "Her only answer was no. She didn't believe me anymore. How can I blame her? I made her suffer, left her alone too many times. Today I'd know what to say, what to do, but she doesn't care anymore." he adds, barely squeezing your hand.

"Is that why you don't commit to someone anymore? In a serious way, I mean." you say bringing your knees closer to your chest.

He looks into your face, he nods "I don't want anyone else to suffer because of me. Because of my mistakes. Because of my carelessness. I think if it goes wrong a second time, I might even do something irreparable."

"No, no, no. Don't even think about it!" you exclaim, changing your position and sitting on your knees on the couch so you can get even closer to him, "Joel, look at me." his dark eyes are sad, a deep sadness that almost makes you feel sick "Don't ever, ever think about that. You'll get a second chance and maybe even a third," you tell him with a small smile on your lips, "maybe they'll work out or maybe they won't, but remember that you'll always have someone you can call." he looks up at you "Without commitment," you add, smiling faintly at him "Can I hug you?" you ask him.

"We've done more than that and you ask if you can hug me?" he asks you with a little smile, you take that as a yes, therefore, you sit on his lap and hug him tightly. You feel him move your hair slightly and place his lips on your shoulder, you do the same by hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

You remain silent, listening your breaths only, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact and impregnating the one other's scent.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

hey i’m the one who requested grumpy x sunshine (tbh i forgot i requested til now) - what i mean by that is kurt is like super moody whilst blaine is like a happy puppy all the time or vise versa. thanks!

Hi - I've tried to get you some fluffy fics, where Blaine is mostly happy and Kurt moody/distracted, hope these fit the ask!! if fandom want to choose anymore - please do. ~Jen

Home away from Home by @lilyvandersteen

Cooper buys a hotel sight unseen and asks Blaine to run it for him over the summer. Only, the hotel is a health and safety hazard and Inspectors Hummel and Abrams are hell-bent on closing it down. Can Blaine spruce the hotel up in time and save Cooper's investment?

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Feel my heart's intention By @kurtsascot

Blaine started to hate Kurt on his first day. And it was a shame, really, because they could have been cute together. 

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Sabotage by @chasingkerouacwrites

The NYADA Adam’s Apples know that the stiffest competition for Nationals this year will come from their very own neighbor, the NYU Vocal Effects. Kurt, a member of the Adam’s Apples, knows that the path to victory runs straight through Vocal Effects' newest musical weapon -- Blaine Anderson. Sure practice makes perfect, but sometimes a competition this important calls for a little… sabotage.

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A Summer Story by KB.Ellen

When an injury forces Kurt to take the summer off from his dream job as a principal dancer with the NYC Ballet, he's anxious to recover and get back to life as he knows it. But can a tiny town in southern Arkansas, a joyful aunt, a town full of good-hearted people and an intriguing local handyman make Kurt reassess what his dreams actually are? Welcome to Cassville.

[whatifitookalilnap]

The Magic of Makeup

(Kyoshi x Rangi)

(A/N: EVERYONE PLS THERE IS A SMUT SCENE HERE! WE GET PORN WITH PLOT SO LIKE AVERT YOUR EYES IF THATS NOT YOUR THING!!!!! Also don't judge me cause IDK how diplomacy or nobility stuff works I'm here for drama. Anywho I already made a couple posts about this but I thought it was so funny that I decided to make a whole fic. The ao3 link will be posted right after this for those who prefer it. Anywho, pls enjoy!)

Kyoshi was jolted awake by Jinpa roughly shaking her entire body. The Avatar immediately sat up and grabbed her fans placed right beside her bed. 

“Who’s dying?!” Kyoshi exclaimed as she jumped out of bed.

“No one, but the Fire Nation nobility are here! Like, they are waiting in front of the gates as we speak!” Jinpa hissed.

“What do you mean they’re already here?! They were supposed to arrive at lunch!” Kyoshi yelled.

“That’s what I was told. I think this is some kind of power play. Just get dressed,” Jinpa insisted.

“Damn! Do you think I can get away with not wearing any of my usual makeup? There’s no way I’m going to have the time but I still need to look intimidating! It’s part of my whole shtick!” Kyoshi asked.

“You’re six and half feet tall, I think you can make it work. Now get changed, woman! We got people to argue with! I'll meet you there!” Jinpa said before rushing out the door.

Kyoshi cursed before springing out of bed to put on her usual business attire. Alright, the green outfit? Check. The headdress? Check. The fans? Check. Big ass gloves? Ah shit, they're not here. Whatever, it’s not that important. Well, that’s all Kyoshi has time for.

The Avatar quickly threw open the door to her bedroom and began speed walking down the hall. Kyoshi already hated leaving her room without makeup. Nowadays, putting on her makeup is step one of her morning routine. She can't remember the last time she handled Avatar business with a bare face. It made her feel vulnerable. Exposed. This meeting needs to end quickly.

As she was speed walking to the conference room where this meeting is to be held, Kyoshi spotted her girl briskly walking in halls. The Avatar couldn’t resist perking up at the sight of her girlfriend coming to meet her. Of course, Rangi had already been awake for an hour before the stupid nobles arrived. She’s always been an early riser.

“Did you have any clue they were coming in so early?” Rangi asked once they met up.

“No, Jinpa had to wake me. I had zero time to get ready,” Kyoshi sighed as the two fell into step with each other.

“I assume that’s why you’re not wearing any makeup,” Rangi very correctly guessed. 

“Yeah, there’s just no way I could have made it happen,” the tall woman confirmed.

“I think that’s for the best, honestly. Being punctual should take priority in this scenario,” Rangi nodded.

Kyoshi felt a surge of pride course through her when Rangi approved of her plans. If only the world knew how weak the Avatar is for her girlfriend. She’d be killed within a week. 

“Let’s get this over with. Hopefully the little bastards are more agreeable this time around,” Kyoshi sighed. 

How Kyoshi despises the damn Fire Nation nobles sent into the damn peace agreement. Kyoshi’s had like five other meetings with them and has been unable to come to an agreement all parties are happy with.

The names of the three nobles that have been utterly torturing Kyoshi for weeks are Akira, Nao, and Chari. Akira does most of the talking, Nao and Chari are really just her yesmen. They're all simply unbearable. The three of them were around her age of twenty two, which is probably what makes them so insufferable. They’re young, spoiled, rich, think they know everything under the damn sun, and worst of all, they don’t have the good sense to fear her. 

Anyone with half a brain should be terrified of Kyoshi! It’s like Jinpa said, she’s six feet and six inches tall! She towers over everyone she meets! Plus the makeup! Ghostly white face and bloody red eyes?? That’s the perfect recipe for fear! How can anyone not be terrified of her?

Maybe it’s wrong to feel so upset that some people aren’t scared of her, but Kyoshi can’t help it. People not having a healthy amount of fear when interacting with her makes her uneasy. If the literal Avatar can’t freak someone out, what can? 

“Wait, one more thing before we go in there,” Rangi said as she stopped right outside the door of the meeting room. 

“What? Did I forget something?” Kyoshi frowned.

“You did,” Rangi confirmed. 

Kyoshi furrowed her brows and went back through her mental checklist involving her attire. Outside of the makeup and gloves, Kyoshi is pretty positive she had everything she needed.

Naturally, Rangi proved her wrong. The firebender cupped Kyoshi’s face in her hands and gave her a light kiss on the lips. At once, Kyoshi’s arms went to Rangi’s hips in order to deepen the delightful sensation. Sadly, Rangi pulled away. 

“You’re going to do great. Stop worrying so much. That’s supposed to be my job,” Rangi smirked. 

“Kay,” Kyoshi said. You know, like an idiot. 

Rangi should never have kissed her right before such an important meeting. Now all Kyoshi can think about is the next opportunity for those lips to be back on her. Kyoshi is so in love with her it physically hurts. 

Okay, time to get the love struck look off her face before facing the nobles. Kyoshi took in a deep breath before nodding to Rangi. With that, her loyal bodyguard opened the doors to where Jinpa and the nobles sat. 

The Fire Nation nobles were muttering amongst themselves as they had during every single one of the past meetings. Typical. Kyoshi had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. However, once the three nobles looked at her, they immediately shut up. That was a surprise.

During the past meetings, even when Kyoshi made her presence known, the little trolls still blabbed on and acted as though she didn't even exist. They would only stop talking when Kyoshi started to speak. However, today she didn’t need to say a word before all eyes were on her. All of the nobles were looking at Kyoshi with shocked expressions, flushed faces, and one of them had their lips parted slightly open in what she can only assume is shock. 

This is suspicious as fuck. 

“Apologies, everyone. I hadn’t realized we would be meeting so soon. Please accept my tardiness,” Kyoshi said respectfully with a bow. 

What she really wanted to say was ‘couldn’t you have given a girl a heads up before meeting me at the crack of dawn’ but that didn’t seem appropriate.

Akira then sprung up out of her seat to pull out a chair for Kyoshi to sit. Kyoshi quickly glanced at Rangi and Jinpa in wonder to see if she's seeing the same thing. Now why on Earth would Akira do that?

“Of course, we certainly didn’t mean to inconvenience such a beautiful woman as yourself. Please, allow me,” Akira said.

Rangi looked like she wanted to set Akira on fire. Kyoshi shared the sentiment. What is she playing at? Less than a minute in and it's rather obvious they are sucking up to her. Ultimately, Kyoshi did sit down on the seat Akira pulled out for her in the name of civility. But that doesn't mean Kyoshi had to like it.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where’s Avatar Kyoshi?” Nao asked.

Kyoshi shot Rangi and Jinpa yet another look. Are these idiots being serious right now?

“I didn’t realize I was so unrecognizable without my makeup,” was all Kyoshi said. 

Granted, that is a lie, but she really didn't know what else to say that's a polite statement. Whenever Kyoshi goes into town with a bare face, many do not make the connection despite her rather noticeable height.

“What? You’re Avatar Kyoshi? Really?” Chari blurted out. 

Oh, this is going to be a long meeting.

“Yes, I am,” Kyoshi nodded.

“I didn't realize you were hiding freckles under all that makeup. You wear them well,” Nao smiled. 

Is Kyoshi drunk? Did somebody slip her something when she wasn't paying attention? What in all Four Nations is happening right now? They must want something from her if they're being this nice.

“I think we need to get started with this meeting,” Jinpa rushed out hastily. It was almost as if he was in a panic. Odd.

“Of course. Please, start us off. Your voice is quite soothing, Avatar Kyoshi,” Akira smiled, chin resting in the palm of her left hand.

Kyoshi actually thinks she’s experiencing whiplash right now. In past meetings, when the discussion gets opened up on a subject, the nobles immediately try arguing for their side. It takes ages for them to be willing to hear Kyoshi out. Something is so wrong here. It's best to ignore that compliment for now.

The more the negotiations progressed, the weirder everything got. The three nobles, mainly Akira, kept blatantly sucking up to her by praising everything she did. While it's true her reputation has improved as the Avatar the past couple years, it certainly wasn't enough to warrant this kind of reaction.

Even one of the people on her side was acting strange. Jinpa, who's usually a man of patience and serenity, seemed very antsy to move things along. He would often try to steer the conversation away from the nobles when their compliments became too excessive.

Rangi was the only one who was making sense right now. As per usual, she took her role as a bodyguard very seriously. She stood there, stoic as a statue, ready to defend Kyoshi should any dangers arise.

Kyoshi stole a quick glance at her girl to find her looking ever so slightly more irritated than usual. Who can blame her, honestly? Kyoshi wants this to be over just as much as Rangi does.

About one hour in and Kyoshi is bored out of her mind. She propped her chin on the palm of her left hand. It's really not proper etiquette and she might get scolded for it later, but Kyoshi is not at a point where she cares. She then felt an itch on her nose, so she used her right hand to scratch it.

Akira was speaking like she always did, but her voice died down when she took a good look at Kyoshi's hands. This woman literally could not get any more strange.

“Is something the matter, Lady Akira?" Kyoshi asked.

"Apologies, Avatar Kyoshi. I hope I did not offend you, I was simply caught off guard. You just have the most beautiful hands," Akira said earnestly.

Did Jinpa squeak? Huh.

Well, Kyoshi had to fight the urge to laugh. Man, they are really grasping at straws here. She must have run out of things to stroke Kyoshi's ego about. The Avatar is well aware of the state of her hands. Beauty is not on the list.

"Please, no need to fill my head with empty compliments," Kyoshi insisted.

"I assure you, my compliments are nothing but sincere. You have the most wonderful hands I've ever seen," Akira said seriously.

Huh, weird. It honestly did seem like the noblewoman was telling the truth. Maybe she is. It could very well be that she's borderline insane, but that's not really the topic here.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but my hands are pretty banged up with all the scars. Consequences of those battles, I suppose," Kyoshi awkwardly laughed in order to lighten the mood.

"The way I see it, the scars you adorn are a testament to your bravery and honor. Courageous is the most beautiful thing a person can be," Akira said. Her two noble goons nodded their agreement.

She had to admit, Kyoshi feels moved. It's no wonder Akira is the spokesman of the group. That is a noblewoman who really knows how to sweet talk a girl. She did wonder why Jinpa squeaked again, though.

Okay, Kyoshi needs to think this through. The odd behavior of the three nobles is a mystery Kyoshi has the desperate urge to crack. The compliments, the pleasantries, the agreeability, there has to be a reason why.

Seeing the three Fire Nation nobles stare at her scars with that look in their eyes made the answer hit Kyoshi like a boulder. Finally, the Avatar understood the out of character actions. Those three are absolutely terrified of her.

It all made perfect sense. Scars in general can look pretty scary. Not only does Kyoshi have a rather large amount of them, the implications of what she experienced also must be freaking out the nobles. The scars show that Kyoshi has lived through much more powerful and intimidating foes than the ones who sit before her. It's visual proof that Kyoshi is the strongest person in this room. And they're terrified of that.

It has to be why Akira made such a point to compliment them. She's well aware of the battles Kyoshi fought to gain her scars.

The makeup and gloves were hiding the scars which must be why the nobles haven't seemed scared of her until now. Turns out, Kyoshi just had her approach all wrong. They did not fear scary makeup or a tall stature, they fear scars and Kyoshi's true face.

Their behavior makes complete sense now.

It's probably wrong that Kyoshi is so excited that she finally found a way to scare these people. They have been grating on her nerves for weeks and she finally has the upper hand. The Avatar is in full control now.

Kyoshi is absolutely going to milk this.

"It feels as though we've been stuck in this room for ages. It's getting quite hot in here," Kyoshi lied.

With that, the Avatar rolled up her sleeves where even more scars decorated her arms. Kyoshi was even bold enough to undo her collar a touch to reveal the scar on her neck. She snapped open one of her fans and fluttered it to gently brush against the neck scar.

Her actions had the desired effect. All three nobles immediately began intensely studying Kyoshi's scars, especially the one on her neck. They were red, evidently nervous, and now incapable of looking her in the eye. They finally feel terrified by Kyoshi. This is a memory she will cherish for years to come.

Kyoshi saw Rangi in her peripheral vision sitting with crossed arms and a deep scowl. The Avatar felt as though she was beaming with pride. Of course Rangi caught onto the fact that Kyoshi is working on her intimidation tactic and is playing the role of scary bodyguard to add to it. Rangi is just so smart.

"Avatar Kyoshi! Would you like me to, uh, open up some windows? I had no idea you were feeling so hot," Jinpa nervously rushed out.

"Please do," Kyoshi smiled.

Jinpa nodded and hurriedly opened up a couple windows as Kyoshi put her fan back at her side. She did what she needed to do to strike fear in their hearts.

"I must say, Avatar Kyoshi, you wield your fans as though they're part of you. It's quite impressive. You have very skilled hands," Nao pointed out.

"Well, I'm sure you've heard of the other things my hands can do, haven't you?" Kyoshi asked with narrowed eyes.

If her reputation precedes her, then stories resembling her scuffle with Xu Ping An would have certainly reached the Fire Nation. She would make it very clear that compliments should not distract from how truly terrifying Kyoshi really is.

"I, well yes. Many have heard stories of your, um, abilities," Nao rushed out.

"Many stories indeed," Akira mumbled.

Chari just sat there looking like an imbecile. Kyoshi wasn't really expecting much else from the lump.

"Alright, I'm going to cut to the chase. What is it that you want from me?" Kyoshi asked in a low voice to add to her intimidation.

Obviously, for them to be this scared of her, she must also have some kind of leverage they need. Apparently, Kyoshi would have to wait to find out.

"Avatar Kyoshi, I insist upon a recess at once!" Jinpa practically shrieked while standing up.

Everyone in the room was visibly shocked at the monk's outburst except for Rangi. Kyoshi's never known the man to raise his voice in such a manner, especially not in a meeting like this one. Whatever had Jinpa so panicked must be important.

"Of course. You don't mind a small break, do you?" Kyoshi grinned, knowing damn well they won't say no to her.

"Please, take all the time you need. We'll wait as long as it takes," Akira managed to rush out.

Hah, the annoying noble still looks flustered. Kyoshi could not be happier. They finally fear her. It feels so good to win.

Kyoshi left the room, quickly followed by Rangi and Jinpa. Once the door closed behind them, Rangi grabbed Kyoshi's arm and pulled her to the left.

"Make sure we're not followed, Jinpa," was all Rangi muttered out.

"Y-yes of course," Jinpa hastily agreed.

"Rangi, what's-" Kyoshi started to say.

"One more word and I'm putting you into horse stance for so long your successor will feel it," Rangi hissed.

Okay, so clearly she's not happy. Kyoshi can't imagine why though. That meeting is going spectacularly. The nobles are significantly more cooperative, they actually listen to what Kyoshi has to say, and they're now willing to give into her demands. She can't understand what Rangi could possibly be so upset about.

Maybe Kyoshi didn't notice something during the discussions? Is it possible the Fire Nation nobles are playing her and Rangi is going to let her know? It's certainly not the first time Kyoshi has made a major blunder like that. There really wasn't much time to contemplate this because in less than a minute the two women apparently arrived at their destination.

The spot Rangi led her to was a tiny hallway that had a single window at the end of it but nothing else. There are no doors or chairs, so no one really spends much time in this area of the building. This is a very interesting spot to talk about any potential issues from the meeting.

Kyoshi looked at Rangi and raised an eyebrow, still very unwilling to speak in risk of horse stance punishment. Rangi didn't say anything. No she did not. Instead, she yanked on Kyoshi's collar and crashed their lips together. Before she even had time to blink, Rangi had pinned her against the wall of the tiny hallway.

Is that what Kyoshi was expecting to happen? It most certainly was not. Is Kyoshi mad about it? She most certainly is not.

Kyoshi quickly put one hand on Rangi's shoulder while the other cupped the back of Rangi's neck to deepen the kiss. The bodyguard moved on from kissing her lips to slowly trail her mouth down Kyoshi's neck.

"There's other ways to rile me up, you know," Rangi mumbled into her skin.

That is something that Kyoshi will be noting for later. Especially if this is the result.

The Avatar gasped as Rangi began pressing hot kisses on the scar at the base of her neck. A low moan rumbled from Kyoshi's throat against her will. Fuck, that firebender knew exactly what she was doing. Rangi knows Kyoshi's body like the back of her hand.

Therefore, she knows that kissing Kyoshi's neck scar will automatically turn her on. Kyoshi can feel herself getting wetter by the second. Her cunt began clenching around nothing, practically begging to be stimulated.

That's when she felt Rangi's hand slowly creep down to the very top of her long skirt. Then, her fingertips ever so slightly went beneath the skirt where Kyoshi's underwear resided.

Holy shit. Is Rangi trying to do what Kyoshi thinks she's trying to do? Now? Of all the times?

"Rangi, we have a meeting," Kyoshi gasped.

"Just say the word and I'll stop," Rangi whispered into her ear.

A better Avatar would be able to resist. A better Avatar would be able to tell their girlfriend it's a bad idea to have sex when they're in the middle of an important meeting.

It would appear that Kyoshi is not a better Avatar.

"We need to be quick," Kyoshi hissed.

"Well who am I to defy the Avatar?" Rangi grinned.

With that, Rangi's hands slipped past the waistband and lightly brushed against Kyoshi's clit. The taller woman gasped once more and bit her lip to prevent the sound from coming out.

"Fuck, Kyoshi. I've barely even touched you," Rangi mumbled lowly.

The poor Avatar didn't even have time to respond before one of Rangi's fingers slowly entered her. Kyoshi gasped and clenched tightly around her finger. It's when Rangi started slowly moving her finger that Kyoshi let out a high pitch whine.

Embarrassingly enough, Kyoshi's always been rather vocal during sex. This really is not the time to be vocal.

"You know I love the sounds you make, but unless you want those Fire Nations nobles to see the Avatar getting fucked by her bodyguard, you're gonna need to be quiet for me," Rangi smirked.

The prospect of that scenario playing out is enough for Kyoshi's entire body temperature to increase. It's just not fair how sexy her girlfriend is or how her melodic voice gets Kyoshi all riled up.

The Avatar had gotten so wet that Rangi had no issues slipping a second finger inside of her. Kyoshi buried her face in Rangi's shoulder to muffle her moans. The way her fingers furiously thrusted inside Kyoshi brought her closer and closer to her breaking point.

While Rangi continued to fuck Kyoshi with her fingers, the bodyguard decided to continue her onslaught of kisses on the side of Kyoshi's neck. The sensation made the Avatar so weak in the knees that she's basically leaning on Rangi for support.

Kyoshi knew she wouldn't last much longer. Rangi's fingers were relentless and every spot her lips touched set Kyoshi's skin on fire. Then Rangi's fingers hit that perfect sweet spot that made Kyoshi want to cry out from pure bliss. The firebender's precise fingers hit that same spot over and over again, causing Kyoshi to arch into Rangi, desperate to be as close as possible to her.

Once Rangi's thumb began hastily circling Kyoshi's clit, it was over for her. The Avatar had to physically bite her lip to prevent her moan from coming out as she finally reached her climax. Evidence of Kyoshi's wetness was coated over Rangi's fingers as she slowly pulled them out of her. Rangi made direct eye contact with her as she licked Kyoshi's arousal right from her own fingers. Kyoshi's face burned at the sight.

Kyoshi was too busy reeling from her orgasm to mentally process the fact that Rangi had dropped to her knees. The bodyguard began to slowly lift up Kyoshi's shirt. The Avatar's eyes widened when she realized Rangi was not, in fact, done with her yet.

"Do you think you have one more left in you?" Rangi asked.

"No Rangi, we need to get back to the negotiations where literal nobility is waiting for us!"

Is what Kyoshi WOULD have said if she wasn't such a whore.

"Rangi please," Kyoshi begged in reality.

The Fire Nation woman grinned and threw Kyoshi's right leg over Rangi's shoulder while the other leg stayed planted firmly on the ground. Rangi rolled up Kyoshi's skirt to her waist.

"Be a good girl and hold this for me," Rangi whispered.

It was like Kyoshi's body had a mind of its own with how quickly she fulfilled such a command. Kyoshi used both hands to keep her skirt up as Rangi moved the Avatar's underwear to the side. Now her bodyguard got a full view of Kyoshi's aching cunt.

"Your pussy is just as pretty as you are," Rangi praised.

Kyoshi blushed at such a sincere and lewd compliment. A split second later, Rangi's mouth made contact where Kyoshi needed it most. The Avatar couldn't help but allow a low moan to slip out.

Rangi dragged her tongue along Kyoshi's entrance. Yet again, the Avatar had to bite her lip to stop any noises of pleasure from coming out. The bodyguard decided to focus on giving Kyoshi light kisses onto her clit before starting to suck it.

Kyoshi's pants and muffled moans increased as she was being brought closer to the edge in absolutely no time. The first orgasm already made her incredibly sensitive, she would come to her peak much faster now.

Rangi's tongue began circling faster around Kyoshi's clit in a way that made her vision blur. Kyoshi began helplessly grinding her cunt against Rangi's face to get even more stimulation as fast as possible. It all felt too good. Rangi is just too good.

Once again, the bodyguard has to essentially hold up Kyoshi's entire bodyweight. The way her tongue makes Kyoshi feel is just so intense she can barely think. Thank the spirits for the wall behind her.

Rangi's skilled tongue brings Kyoshi closer and closer to her breaking point. Kyoshi's hands squeezed her skirt as she felt herself approach her release. The bodyguard's hands gripped Kyoshi's thighs as she continued eating her out. Finally, finally, Kyoshi got to experience the sweet release she had been craving. For a second time, that is.

Kyoshi really couldn't stop herself from letting a breathy moan escape her lips. Rangi pulled back with Kyoshi's wetness all over her face. The Avatar blushed as Rangi had to pull out a small handkerchief from her pocket to clean herself from the mess Kyoshi made.

With the same amount of care one would use to handle a delicate vase, Rangi gently moved Kyoshi's leg off her shoulder. Kyoshi pouted, feeling the warmth of her girl leave her, but dropped her skirt once her underwear was readjusted.

Rangi finally stood up and peppered Kyoshi's face with light, playful kisses. The Avatar giggled as her touch began to tickle.

"We really should get back to the negotiations meeting," Rangi sighed while pulling away.

"Wait, what about you?" Kyoshi asked.

Kyoshi does her best to be a good girlfriend. It's only natural she'd want to return the favor.

"Don't worry about me. Knowing you came on my face was more than enough satisfaction. For now, at least," Rangi grinned.

Kyoshi blushed brightly and looked away from her lover's gaze. It always sounds so much more dirty saying it out loud than when they actually do it.

"Rangi?" Kyoshi asked once she felt her blush die down.

Rangi hummed in response. Kyoshi smiled and gave Rangi a quick but intense kiss.

"I love you," Kyoshi smiled.

At once, it was as though every hard exterior Rangi possessed automatically softened. It was a statement they both already knew, but it was always so good to say.

"I love you, too. Let's go, Jinpa's probably having a heart attack as we speak," Rangi said.

Kyoshi nodded and followed her girl back to the meeting room. Jinpa looked at them in pure relief once he saw them again.

"Everything okay you two? What took you guys so long?" Jinpa asked.

"Oh, we're perfectly fine. Just had to tend to the Avatar's needs," Rangi shrugged.

Kyoshis misses her makeup so much. She had to hold her fan in front of her face to hide the red blush spreading all over it. This meeting needs to be over five minutes ago. How is Kyoshi supposed to survive when the love of her life does things like this?

Please, for the love of all that is good in this life and the next, let this damned meeting end quickly.

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The rest of the meeting went surprisingly well and without a hitch. All that was left to do was finalize the paperwork tomorrow and they would be out of Kyoshi's hair. Thank the spirits for that.

Now that the day is over, Kyoshi has the opportunity to have even more sex with her girlfriend. Life truly is good.

Once the Fire Nation nobles left the premises, Kysohi turned to her girl and gave her a smile of pure relief. The relief of finally being done with the most grueling task imaginable, talking to other people. Usually, Rangi returned her smile. Instead, the firebender simply pursed her lips and avoided Kyoshi's face.

Is she feeling okay? Rangi seemed distracted, which is very unlike her. Maybe all the recent negotiations have been getting to her?

"We need to talk," was all Rangi said before walking back into their home.

In no universe is the phrase 'we need to talk' a good thing to hear from the woman you're dating. Kyoshi felt like she was walking to the gallows as she followed Rangi back to their shared bedroom. Once they reached said room, Kyoshi sat on the edge of the bed. Rangi did not sit beside her. Instead, she chose to stand right in front of her.

Well now Kyoshi is slightly terrified for their relationship. She simply waited for the bodyguard to speak.

"Look, next time you use such a tactic to get your way in negotiations, at least warn me first. I realize sometimes a more, unconventional approach is necessary, but I was completely blind sided," Rangi frowned

"What are you talking about? That was the most conventional strategy," Kyoshi replied, very confused.

Intimidation tactics in general are very common to use. In fact, Kyoshi would say it's her favorite tactic of all time. How she loves striking fear into people's hearts.

Yikes, it sounded really bad when she put it that way.

"You're kidding me, right? There's absolutely nothing conventional about what happened back there!" Rangi snapped, voice laced with hurt.

Kyoshi has no idea why Rangi is so upset. Could it be Kyoshi had done something to offend her?

"Look, I honestly don't understand why you're so upset. I did what I always do. I scare the life out of them, they give us what we want. Simple math," Kyoshi insisted.

Rangi did not look amused at all.

"Scared them? You're claiming to have scared them? You have to be joking," Rangi scoffed.

"Uh, no. No I'm not," Kyoshi honestly told her.

Rangi stared at her for a moment before her entire expression changed.

"Holy shit, you're not joking," Rangi mumbled.

"Why would I?" Kyoshi asked with a raised eyebrow.

Rangi merely continued to stare at her for a moment. Then, she buried her face in her hands. She let out a strangled, almost choking sound and Kyoshi feared her girl was crying. Then she looked up and found Rangi laughing.

The fuck is so funny?

"I could not be more lost right now," Kyoshi bluntly stated.

Rangi, still laughing her ass off, walked over and sat next to Kyoshi on the bed. Once she was finished with her little giggles, Rangi let out a long, drawn out sigh.

"Spirits, I fell in love with a moron," Rangi said.

"I mean, you're probably not wrong, but why?" Kyoshi exclaimed.

She is just so confused. For once, Kyoshi thought she knew what she was doing!

"I swear, you're denser than the rocks you bend. Kyoshi, those nobles weren't scared of you, they were flirting with you," Rangi told her.

Kyoshi blinked twice. Then immediately rolled her eyes. That's what she thought was going on? Seriously?

"C'mon Rangi, there's no way. I think I would know if I was getting hit on," Kyoshi drawled.

"I had a crush on you for two years before you confessed," Rangi very rudely reminded her.

"That's true, but be realistic Rangi. I'm well aware of what I look like," Kyoshi scoffed.

"Believe me, so am I. What exactly are you trying to say?" Rangi glared.

Boy, her girl is not going to like this one. Along with being the Avatar's bodyguard, it was Rangi's life mission to build Kyoshi's confidence. The Avatar never really excelled in that department.

"No need for the looks, Rangi. It's not like I think I'm some hideous troll or anything. But, well, I'm crazy tall and have a lot of scars. It's not exactly an ideal look. Neither are the freckles, I've come to learn. Besides, it's like you said. I had nice hands before they got all scarred, but now," Kyoshi sighed while trailing off.

Rangi frowned before holding both of Kyoshi's hands in her own. She soothingly rubbed her thumbs against the back of Kyoshi's hands.

"I'm sorry I made you feel as though a part of you was undesirable. That's really not what I was trying to say. I've always found your hands pretty, I just conveyed my feelings poorly. I admit, I have very complicated feelings about your scars," Rangi sighed.

She thinks that deep down, Kyoshi knew that already. Unfortunately, her self esteem has never really been sky high. Hearing Rangi say those words out loud was a bigger comfort than Kyoshi thought it would be.

"Oh? Like what?" Kyoshi asked curiously.

"On one hand, I hate that you had to experience so much pain. They're reminders that I wasn't able to protect you. You never deserved such horrible treatment. But on the other hand," Rangi said. "Spirits, Kyoshi, your scars are so attractive. The way they decorate your skin makes you look like a damn masterpiece. It's like lightning running across your body. I've never seen anyone so beautiful."

Rangi was staring at Kyoshi with so much love that it actually stole the air from her lungs. Immediately, the Avatar's cheeks were burning so badly they had to resemble the deep red of a fire lily.

"So you think I'm attractive," Kyoshi mumbled with a dopey grin.

Rangi gave her a look and lightly kicked her leg. Kyoshi let out a small giggle at her girlfriend's action.

"Of course I think you're attractive, you big oaf. We are in a romantic relationship," Rangi snorted.

Kyoshi giggled and pressed a small kiss atop Rangi's forehread. Her girl blushed a bit before leaning her head on Kyoshi's shoulder.

"You know, in the Fire Nation, scars really are considered to be a very beautiful addition to the human body. I hate to agree with that stupid Akiko or whatever, but your scars are so pretty. They're like little trophies of battles you survived. Let me tell you, they'd have gone ballistic if they knew about your stretch marks. They're a sign of growth and health back. Just another part of you so attractive it drives me insane," Rangi told her.

Kyoshi blushed once more at the mention of said marks. Her stretch marks mainly littered around her breasts and thighs. Now that Kyoshi thinks about it, Rangi's always given them special attention.

"Also, fuck Yokoya beauty standards. I adore your freckles. The jackass nobles certainly did too," Rangi huffed.

Kyoshi giggled and kissed her girl's nose. Then, realization dawned on her.

"Oh spirits, does that mean me showing off my scars," Kyoshi trailed off.

"Yeah, you were basically seducing them. It was very effective," Rangi confirmed.

"That's so humiliating! Now everything I threatened just sounds sexual!" Kyoshi groaned while flopping on the bed.

Rangi laughed and laid down next to her. Kyoshi adjusted herself so that they were eye level. Spirits, Rangi has the prettiest eyes.

"That may or may not be why I dragged you out of the meeting. I get that people flirt with you, I do. But it just seemed like you were flirting back this time," Rangi admitted quietly.

Kyoshi frowned at the realization that it definitely seemed like she was flirting. She cringed remembering the comment about what her hands had done. That really sounds sexual and Kyoshi absolutely hates it.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to," Kyoshi honestly told her.

"Now I know you didn't. I'm not upset since you were unaware. I guess I just got too jealous. I wasn't too much during that meeting, was I? I hope I didn't pressure you into anything," Rangi worriedly stated.

It shouldn't be possible to be this in love with someone, yet here Kyoshi is. The amount of love she has for Rangi is far too much to be contained in this world.

"Of course I wanted everything you gave me. I'll sleep good tonight knowing that my stoic, calm, and collected bodyguard fucked me in the middle of a negotiations meeting because she was jealous," Kyoshi teased.

Rangi groaned and playfully shoved Kyoshi's shoulder. The Avatar merely laughed and scooted closer to her.

"You're not the only one who gets jealous, you know. I swear countless people have tried hitting on you. I never feel too upset about it because you shut them down so quickly it baffles them," Kyoshi smiled.

Rangi merely kissed Kyoshi on the lips in response. Kyoshi was more than happy to feel her love's lips on her once more.

"I still can't believe you didn't notice, they were being so obvious about it. I really shouldn't be surprised. Not like this is the first time you were flirted with and were completely oblivious," Rangi sighed.

"What? What other times are there?" Kyoshi frowned.

"My point exactly. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about," Rangi teased as she kissed her cheek.

Kyoshi just smiled and observed Rangi's face for a moment. Truly, has there ever been a more beautiful woman? Kyoshi doubts it.

The Avatar was going to change the subject and suggest the two get a quick nap in, but stopped herself. There's just one detail that still doesn't make sense about today.

"Oh, quick question. Do you know what was up with Jinpa during the meeting? I've never seen him so antsy," Kyoshi asked.

Rangi's face turned bright red and she avoided Kyoshi's gaze. It took her a couple moments, but Rangi finally gave her an answer.

"That was unfortunately my fault. I'm not as calm and collected as I look. Seeing someone flirt with my girlfriend kind of makes me seethe with rage. When they started hitting on you, I thought I was gripping the chair but I was really digging into Jinpa's arm. He told me it was fine so pretty much every time you were hit on, I squeezed his arm. I'm pretty sure I ended up burning it at some point. So, uh, please remind me to apologize to him tomorrow," Rangi sheepishly told her.

Wow.

"Between the two of us, that poor bastard needs the biggest raise in all Four Nations."

"Agreed."

[melanieph321]

KY x Reader - Thick Part 5/8

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Kenan and Reader share the same high school friend group. As graduation is near, Reader sets out to pass her drivers license test but ultimately struggles to. Thankfully Readers friends agree to help her with driving lessons and take turns doing so. It is during one of Rader's lessons that it becomes clear that Kenan likes her. A chock to Reader, who has a crush on someone else in their friend group.

Enjoy!

"So, what's going on with you and Kenan?" Maria asked, on your weekly drive to school.

"Pardon?"

"Oh please, Y/N. Don't lie. We all know that the two of you are hooking up."

Your driving has improved. After two months of consistent driving lessons with your friends, you were finally getting a hang of the rhythm of traffic. Although, you had to admit that your progress all came down to one driver.

"What do you mean, who told you that?" You said, in a desperate attempt to maintain your honor.

"It's pretty obvious." Maria chuckled. "The two of you are always flirting across the table during lunch hour and the fact that Kenan drives you home everyday kind of gives it away, don't you think?"

"Okay, but what about you and Gio?" You blurred out, as immense heat burned your cheeks.

"What about us?" Maria laughed.

"Well, aren't you two hooking up?" 

"Yes, but the difference is that the two of us aren't trying to hide it from the world. Why would you? Kenan is a great guy and seems to like you a lot."

"I know." You sighed as if it were a bad thing. "It's just that I don't think we'd make a good couple. I need someone more intuned with life, someone intellectual and cool. Someone who thinks with his brain and not with his dick. Someone like...."

"Luca?"

You turned to Maria as the car pulled up to a stop sign. "How did you know?"

She grinned. "Again, you make it quite obvious."

"Oh. I guess I have to work on that."

"Yeah. Besides, isn't Luca dating that redhead from the record store downtown?"

"They're just hooking up." You said, having investigated the matter futher ever since you discovered their love dispute. It was therefore important for you not to get too attached to Kenan, that is, if Luca ever decided to come back to earth again and realize that the perfect girl for him was already right by his side.

"I dunno, they seem pretty serious. Luca even asked if she could come with us to Bari this summer."

"He what?"

"Crazy, I know. I said it was cool, but of course Rebecca had to go on about the seating in the car, how there wasn't room for more people in the one we have. It's funny really..."

"What is?"

"Well, it really depends on you if she comes with us or not. If you manage to pass your driver's test there'll be more seats." She laughed. However you didn't find it funny at all.

School that day went by in a flash. Apparently, Luca called in sick today so that he and his band could travel to Milano and meet with a record label. The thoughts of his "girlfriend" traveling with him angered you, completely ruining your day.

".....and then he shot the bear in the face which left his jaw hanging out from its head. It was the craziest shit I've ever seen."

Kenan drove you home again after school. He had Gio on speaker as the two of them wouldn't stop going on and on about a movie that they saw last night. 

"Thanks for the ride." You muttered, when his car pulled up to your house. 

"Y/N, wait!" You made it up the driveway when Kenan came running after you, carrying something in his hand. "I forgot to give you this." He handed you what looked to be a football jersey, a Juventus jersey to be exact.

"Erm....thank you?" You held up the shirt, regarding it skeptically. The number 15 was visible on the back of it. Along with Kenan's last name Yildiz.

"It's for the charity game tomorrow. I thought you'd want to wear it."

"Why would I want to do that?" You snorted but instantly regretted doing so, seeing how Kenan's expression faltered.

"I dunno?" He scratched the back of his head. "I guess it's a thing that players' girlfriends wear their jerseys. Who knows? it might bring me good luck."

"Kenan, it's a charity game." Which you now regretted going to. However, all of your friends were going, including Luca.

"I know." He chuckled. "But you should keep it, for future games."

You sighed. "I'm not your girlfriend Kenan, I thought we went over this?"

He looked like he wanted to protest. Poor thing. But just then the front door to your house came ajar, with your dad stepping out onto the porch. "Y/N, honey, is that you?"

You turned around, quite stunned to see him home this early in the day. "Dad? You're home."

"Yes, that's me." Your dad spoke in a voice intimidating for anyone who didn't know him.

"Yes, and so is your mother. We've been expecting your arrival. I was unaware that you were bringing along a friend." His eyes shot towards Kenan, who crumbled at the sight of your dad, a man three heads taller than himself. "Erm....Mr Y/L/N." He stuttered. At least he hadn't forgotten his manners.

"I was just dropping her off." Kenan turned to you, eyeing the jersey in your hands. "But I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you." 

You watched Kenan walk back to his car and drive off.

"Is he a friend of yours?" Your dad asked, shutting the door behind you.

"Yeah, something like that."

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The next day, you waited until the last minute to decide whether you were going to the game or not. If you failed to show up, you'd be a shitty friend. But if you did show up, you were basically agreeing to be Kenan's girlfriend. Something that you weren't ready to do. At least not yet.

"I heard that Luca is bringing that girl who dresses like a homeless person." Rebecca said. She came over to your house, not minding if you chose to attend the game or not. She was good either way.

"I figured." You sighed. "They've been dating for a while."

Rebecca sat up in bed. She regarded you, lying on your back, eyes glued to the sealing. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, everyone knows that you like Luca."

"Not Kenan."

"Kenan?" She frowned.

You pushed up to rest on your elbows, nodding your head. "He asked me to be his girlfriend and that I'd go to the game wearing his jersey."

Rebecca covered her mouth with her hand, smothering her laughter.

"It's not funny."

"Y/N, what are you gonna do?"

"I don't know." You cried. "I really don't know."

"I say we go."

"Huh?"

Rebecca nodded her head. "Don't you see? Imagine if you turned up to the game wearing Kenan's Jersey. Who knows, Luca might get jealous?"

"You think so?"

"We won't know unless we go. Come on!"

"There's Gio and Maria!" Rebecca pointed out. And as you climbed up the stands to join them, their grins winded at the sight of you, wearing Kenan's jerseys.

It was stupid of Rebecca to let you practice your driving during a time like this. Your fingers drummed impatiently on the steering wheel. Apparently, the entire city had decided to hit the roads at the same time as you. You glanced at the watch on the dash, your anxiety growing with each passing minute. As you finally reached the stadium. The scoreboard read 2-0, and the crowd was already cheering. You missed the first half of the game.

"Whoever speaks loses their tongue." You said, to which Gio and Maria sealed their mouths with an ironic gesture. You then settled in to watch the second half, scanning the crowd, in search for.....

"Luca couldn't make it." Maria said. "His band was scheduled for a second meeting with the record label in Milano."

You turned to Rebecca.

"I swear I had no idea."

"For fucks sake." Why did you ever leave your house, you thought, on the verge of throwing a tantrum. But then a whistle blew and the players on the field started running across it again.

"There goes Kenan!" Gio said, cheering for his friend.

You scanned the field for Kenan's familiar number 15 jersey. You spotted him on the field, his face set in determination, eyeing his opponents. A fire lit within you, watching him. He looked so focused, so masculine. Like someone intellectual and cool. Someone intuned with life.

The game was over before you knew it, nevertheless, you hadn't paid attention to any of it. 

Kenan was seen jogging towards you, a mix of relief and excitement on his face. "You made it and you're wearing my jersey."

A flush of heat rose to your cheeks. "I....I guess I did, and I guess I am."

Kenan's expression softened, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you towards him. The last thing you heard before he kissed you was Gio and Maria's astonished gasps and Rebecca smothering her sounds of disgust. However, none of it mattered. The way he kissed you did. Kenan pressed his lips against you as if it was the first time. He was gentle yet eager, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. He kissed you to the sound of a crowd cheering him on. He kissed like you were the one, the only girl for him.

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[charles-leclerc-official]

Luci, i have to know your data-based take on this. From what you know of Charles' skill, if he had the fastest car on track, could he have bottled pole position like norris did?

I know Charles has a low pole to win ratio, but did he have the fastest car in those circumstances?

The short answer is no, I do not believe Charles would have lost the lead of the race in turn one like that. But it's also really hard to say because there are so many variables at play. If you are asking who I am betting on to defend pole into turn 1 I am betting on Charles every time, we've seen him do it many times. Now he's not perfect and has lost leads, but he's proven he can defend at the front. I have more details below if you really want to see it all broken down.

Charles has only been in the fastest car briefly at the beginning of 2022. All other poles were in a car that was not consistently the fastest.

However we talk about pole/win ratios and there is a fallacy there. While a high pole to win ratio is impressive and often speaks to a driver's skill, a low pole to win ratio doesn't necessarily mean a driver isn't as good. This is because we need to look at the reason they lost. Did they lose the lead due to poor racing? Was there a slow pit stop? There are a lot of things beyond a driver's control that can lead to the loss of a race, and that isn't obviously reflected in a simple stat like that. That's not to say a low pole to win ration cannot demonstrate poorer driving, however it is important to know why the race was lost before making assumptions.

Also with the number of a pole to win ratio there is a problem. Being that a driver with 1 pole that they won from will have a perfect pole to win ratio, while a driver who has taken far more poles but did not win every single time will not. So that's important to keep in mind. A high but imperfect pole to win ratio from 32 poles is more impressive than a perfect pole to win ratio from a single pole.

The reason Lando gets criticized(rightly so) for losing races from pole is because every time he's been on pole he has lost the lead going into turn one. That's a skill issue and is on him not being able to defend at the front. If it was one time it would not be as significant, but 4 times in a row is too much.

But let's look at Charles' and Lando's poles. Why did they win or not for each? Was it always a skill issue? How many were actually lost due to things the driver could control?

Lando has 4 total career poles, 2 GP poles and 2 sprint poles. His pole to win ratio is 0.0% Note: that will so few poles the math that people do for Lando with these numbers is very skewed due to low small sample size. GP Poles Russia(2021) - lost the lead into turn 1 Spain(2024) - lost the lead into turn 1 Sprint Poles Brazil(2023) - lost the lead into turn 1 China(2024) - lost the lead into turn 1

The thing with Lando is it's not the fact he has a 0% pole to win ratio, it's that he's lost pole the same way every single time thus far. That is what stands out, and it is a skill issue as being able to defend a lead is important. But like I said, it's a small sample size so I don't really read too much into it at this point. This is a pattern, but there are not enough data points for me to truly say anything one way or another. We will have to wait and see if Lando achieves more poles what happens. The reason people are talking about this is because it's poor defense on Lando's part.

The issue with Lando is also he not only has lost the lead, he usually loses the lead to multiple cars at once due to some pretty big mistakes in defense. Getting passed by P2 car, okay that's normal, but letting 2 cars get passed? Misjudging the corner and dropping down to P7. It's not just that he isn't defending P1, he's also doing it so poorly that it opens the door not only to the car behind but to multiple cars. That's a problem.

Charles has 24 total career poles and 1 sprint pole. His pole to win ratio is 18.05%

GP Poles Bahrain(2019) - lost lead at end of race due to power problem with car Austria(2019) - lost the lead to Max after Max forced him wide on a turn[controversial move but was deemed legal] Belgium(2019) - won from pole Monza(2019) - won from pole Singapore(2019) - undercut in the pits by Seb, Ferrari strategy cost him here* Russia(2019) - Seb took the lead into turn 1* Mexico(2019) - lost the lead due to a 2 stop strategy from Ferrari Monaco(2021) - DNS due to engine failure Azerbaijan(2021) - lost the lead to Lewis on lap 2, lost the race due to Ferrari bad tyre strategy Bahrain(2022) - won from pole Australia(2022) - won from pole (grand slam) Miami(2022) - Lost the lead to Max on lap 9 Spain(2022) - DNF due to power unit failure Monaco(2022) - lost lead due to Ferrari pit stop strategy Azerbaijan(2022) - Lost lead to Checo in turn 1 due to lock up. Crashed into barrier after locking up France(2022) - Charles crashed on lap 18 due to oversteering on a turn. His worst performance from pole. Monza(2022) - lost the lead to Max in the pits. Ferrari 2 stop strategy cost him Singapore(2022) - lost the lead to Checo into turn 1 Azerbaijan(2023) - lost the lead to Max on lap 4 Belgium(2023) - lost the lead to Checo on lap 1 Austin(2023) - lost the lead to Lando into turn 1 Mexico(2023) - lost the lead to Max on turn 1, however he didn't get to fight because he was squeezed by Checo and hit Las Vegas(2023) - lost the lead into turn 1 when he was forced off the track by Max[this move was penalized by the stewards] Monaco(2024) - won from pole

Sprint Pole Azerbaijan(2023) - Checo overtook on lap 8

So for Charles he lost 3 poles due to poor defense on the first corner, lost 5 poles to overtakes later in the race, lost 4 poles due to team strategy, and lost 2 poles due to car failure. The others were other circumstances. He has won from pole 5 times, and achieved one grand slam.

If we remove the DNFs due to car failures(which I think should be done for all drivers, they can't control if their engine shuts down) his pole to win ratio becomes 22.72%

I would say Charles one true "bottle" was France 2022, he really defeated himself there. Austin 2023 was also probably his worst turn 1 defense.

I guess one thing to learn from this is that Checo going into turn 1 and lap one is Charles' actual nemesis and we need to pay attention to that more because it's a bit odd how many times that happened.

Arguably he also was not in a car capable of keeping the lead in some races. Especially in 2023 against the RB-19. The only time Charles was in the fastest car on the field was the first few races of 2022.

I included sprints because those are poles, however sprint poles are usually not included in most statistics. They don't get counted in pole to win ratios that you often see presented. But I think they are interesting to include because a driver still has to set a pole lap and they also still have to defend it well.

I compared these two drivers because that was the question here. Charles and Lando have been in very different cars across their careers and that is important to keep in mind.

*I am not shading Seb with the statement above. I am stating what happened and how Ferrari managed the race to point out where and why Charles lost the lead. I do not blame Seb for this whatsoever and celebrate his win.

*I also do not count Russia in failure to defend into turn 1 simply because Seb was Charles' teammate, there is less need to defend aggressively against your teammate. There were also team assurances he'd get the place back. So Charles had no reason to really push things at that point. Again I do not blame Seb, he was fastest that race and so I don't think there was anything wrong there. The way Ferrari communicated with both drivers was what caused issues.

[colibrie]

Confrontations: Bullseye, Krang.

This installation wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for @trilobitepunch. Not only is she responsible for the amazing art, but she got me through when life and writer's block hit me hard. Parts of the writing here is hers, and I am so greatful for her input and her patience.

There were three truths, as fundamental to the foundation of universe as the force. The first was that strength always prevailed. The second was that there were many, many ways to exert one’s strength. The third was opportunities were rare, and thus every one was to be exploited to the fullest. Krang had always known these rules, and had followed them faithfully even when trapped within the sanctimonious confines of the Jedi order.

They had kept him sharp when others had become complacent, had kept him focused when arrogance had blinded that pompous council to what lay right under their upturned noses. He had seen and seized the opportunity of the Empire. He alone strode from the smoldering ruins of the temple, ready for what lay ahead. And next to the emperor, he alone understood the art, the sever beauty, that lay within the dark side of the force. Unlike the other imbecilic inquisitors, or the emperors simpering apprentice, he knew that killing jedi was a waste, and torture alone was lazy. The best paths to breaking a jedi were often the slowest. Pressure was key, but timing was everything.

His longest running projects had just handed him two gilded prospects. Two force sensitives, unaware and untrained. Two individuals his masterpiece had taken pains to hide not just from Krang, but from his own flesh. He could practically taste the potential, feel the scales of the force teetering to-and-fro. Whoever these two were, they were essential, the missing piece to complete his magnum opus. Two lambs, perfect for the sacrifice. He just had to think…

A knock shattered the silence within his office, bringing him back to the present, and his waiting opponent.

Earlier than he’d expected, but he would adapt.

“Enter.”

Heavy footsteps shuffled across the floor, armor clicking and clanking as its wearer snapped into a salute. Determination and fear flooded the air in a sweet and sour scent, and he allowed himself a brief, hungry grin before schooling his face into a stern scowl.

“I don’t recall sending for you, Inquisitor,” Krang mused, sinking back into his desk chair. He laced his claws togethers as he swiveled to face his visitor. Raphael. The simple brute was less of a challenge than his prodigy brother, yet he possessed characteristics that were their own unique form of intriguing. Ones that made him worthy to play the game.

“I trust you have a good reason for this interruption.”

“I do, sir,” Raph replied, massive body shifting with discomfort as his gaze flickered between the red eye of the mech suit and his golden eyes. It was an easy opening move. The indecision and anxiety of which to maintain eye contact with was such a simple means to discomfit the weaker chattel within the Empires ranks. From whole suites of pompous admirals, intoxicated with their engorged egos and perceived importance to ranks of pawn level inquisitors, all could be caught wrong footed without having to exert himself.

He let the tension build, keeping his face the picture of cold indifference as Raphael’s shoulders slowly bowed inward, as his eyes finally settled on some far point over Krangs shoulder. Signs of submission. Finally, Krang raised a hand, claws skimming the air in ambiguous invitation.

“Then speak but make it brief. I am busy.”

“It was Raph’s fault the mission failed,” Raphael reported, hands tightly clasped behind his back as his eyes remained fixed on their chosen spot. “I underestimated the younger targets’ agility an took out one of the ruins supporting walls. Donatello nearly had the other target apprehended before the place came down. I figured you should know before you start deciding punishments.”

“I see,” Krang hummed, anticipation building. “Are you so eager for punishment?”

“I own my messes,” Raph growled, chest swelling slightly as his eyes finally drifted to meet Krangs own. Something shone in their depths, a molten red that Krang relished seeing. Now, the true game could begin. “Donatello woulda been successful otherwise. He doesn’t deserve punishment.”

“You forget yourself inquisitor. That decision does not lie with you. Do you require a reminder?”

“No! I... I’m sorry." Ah, but how quickly he backtracked, those brilliant carmine emotions running so hot then cold. His boldness was perhaps admirable, if ill formed and entirely misplaced. Krang waited, fingers drumming steadily against the metal of his desk as the stocky young Inquisitor reigned in his resolve once more. "But really, it was my fault! Please, ya can’t punish Don.”

There it was. The thing that made Krangs time and efforts worthwhile. Earnest fidelity spread wide like herald’s banner for all to see. A pillar of strength that refused to bend or cede, no matter how the darkside of the force crashed against it. It was a trait that once would have been hailed by the Order, the dead Order that would also have ironically condemned the very bond that fed into it. The bond of brotherhood... While not an intelligent player, Raphael would still perform above and beyond expected parameters for his brother's sake.

It was harder to hold back his hunger for dominance, to keep the smirk he felt from surfacing upon his face as he thought of the earlier debriefing. How hard Donatello had fought to control himself, to control the flow and shape of the information reported. The silent symphonic devastation that had slowly built as his witless older brother revealed everything, placing yet another victory squarely in Krangs crown. Young Donatello’s mind was Krangs to command, and it was a far more effective punishment than any of the physical penalties preferred by the indolent thugs within the Empire’s ranks.

Yet Raphael had presented the opportunity, and Krang never let an opportunity go to waste. It was time for the next phase.     

 He remained aloof as he intoned the rule, one he knew Raphael to be aware of, savoring each step as their game drew closer to its inevitable climax.

“Punishments are shared. There are no exceptions.”

“I-”

Krang silenced him off with a look, his next words subtly sweet as they rolled off his tongue. “However, the proportions of said punishments can be…adjusted.”

“A-Adjusted?”

The elder brothers face lit with the light of a false hope. The snare was set. All that was required now was a final push…

“Since you confess that the failure was primarily yours, you may choose to take on half of Inquisitor Donatello’s punishment in addition to your own.”

“I do! I mean, I will!” Raphael blurted all too eagerly.

This time Krang very nearly did smile, savage glee making it difficult to manage the façade of bored acceptance.

“Very well,” he straightened just a touch, brandishing his claws in a casually sweeping gesture towards the door. “The isolation chamber awaits.”

He sat back, savoring every moment as the snare snapped tight.

 Raphael paled, pupils dilating as his whole body shuddered in primal terror. It was as satisfying as watching Donatello try to hide his spiraling collapse, watching as the pillar trembled, tiny microfractures hidden within its foundation spreading like broken wings. The banner faltered, colors fading as darkness loomed.

“Th-e…the isolation…”

“Changed our mind already, have we?" Krang scoffed, one claw coming up to mockingly tap the edge of his face plate, glancing dismissively down at the documents on his desk as though intending to resume his prior tasks. "Very well, Donatello’s punishment will be-”

“NO!"

The dread from the other side of the desk was palpable, its progenitor so tightly coiled that Krang half-expected the boy to lunge at him. Some part of him, the part that sang for battle and conquest half hoped the fool would do it. He arrested the urge as he watched Raphael wrestle with himself before taking a step forward. Eyes filled with miserable determination dropped to the floor, head bowing in defeat as his arm slowly rose to a salute of surrender.

“No, I…Permission to begin my punishment, sir?”

“Granted," Krang replied, putting weight into the word like it were a sentencing. Raphael nodded, body shuffling away, blind to the wolfish smirk that had finally slipped across his superior’s face. A few quick taps to his personal consol, and Krang was leaning forward in his chair, grin now a full-blown sneer as he watched Raphael curl up into the smallest physical ball within the isolation chamber, head buried deep in the circle of his arms as he slowly swayed side to side.

“I wonder how long he’ll last this time,” he idly mused to the ether, eyeing the deep, overlapping claw marks gouged into the walls. “Perhaps he’ll make things interesting and go for a full two hours. Heh.”

The shadows of the room swallowed the tartness of his laugh, heavy hush ruling once more as he closed the screen. As amusing as it would be to watch the pillar break itself, he had work to do, and two new subjects to account for in the greater game.

“Now…where are they?”

[voidartisan]

you know what screw it i'm gonna say it:

every time i come across a post claiming that andor is the only good live action star wars content we've gotten since 2005 it makes me want to fight someone. i'm ready to start throwing box sets of the hobbit lotr and the silm at people. i am going to Scream

[makiswirl]

can i just say. and this is probably a niche hill to die on. that i am so gobsmacked every time someone vaguely hints at the idea that jotaro doesn't care meaningfully for the other crusaders, usually particularly kakyoin and joseph, when those two actually tend to be the ones he reacts to being hurt the hardest

like he cares for his loved ones!!!! that literally plays into his character motives in every single part he shows up in!!! stop lying to me!!!!!!!

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[larphis]

[rowan-guerrins]

people on tiktok well on all social media sites actually will loudly critique the fact some people (especially those who only watched the movies) “didn’t get the point of the hunger games” and then turn around and say gale is the worst person in the universe and treat him like he’s a monster, and that all these traits are innate characteristics completely isolated from the circumstances in which he lived and the people around him. like girlie i think maybe YOU didn’t get the point here either.

[mossychaos]

ignore the bad quality but ive finally drawn a full version of my Lamb