#cold weather supremacy

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

I think I understand how devout Christians feel when the hear that some people worship the devil because what the FUCK do you guys mean that you like the summer because it's hot?

Like the summer is nice because you get time off and the roads are usually nice and stuff... But you guys like sweating?

Are you telling me that you guys don't sadly look at your sweater collection and wish that you lived in Antarctica?

People who like the summer for heat should be uninvented. The cold is better *because* it's so much easier to warm up. If you're too warm then take a blanket off, or wear thinner clothes and you're done. In the summer you have to suffering because not even being in a birthday suit can you be cool.

[ahfrickenfrick]

flash: kf said he had a school assignment and couldn’t come fight

the entirety of flash’s rogue gallery: oh well, we can always reschedule?? we know how much he likes chasing us… is there anything we can do to help? like we can tutor him, no problem at all:D

[cemeteryxdriven]

I don’t leave my house without looking like I’ve raided MCR’s closet

[coollikeacaterpillar]

not to be a hater on main but how is fall (or autumn whatever you wanna call it) most people's favourite/second favourite season? like the temperature has been psycho all week this is not fun I don't care about the trees' changing colours I don't want to have to change my outfit in the middle of the day because it's too hot for a sweatshirt now

[squiddy-god]

A confession to a fae

(Lilia vanrouge x reader)

Re-upload from terminated blog squid-god-supreme, this is in a similar style to captured, basically, this is more general Lilia leaning, long hair Lilia supremacy

CW : nothing much, reader is low key down bad, kinda stalking? Watching from afar? "My most cherished one"

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Who was he? That mysterious man who walked the stone path of your small cottage in the dead of night? He who stalks the trees and befriends all creatures of the night. Who is he, you wonder? 

He whose eyes glow crimson and whose pupils are not but slender slits of pitch black. You wondered who he was as you glanced with blurred vision and bated breath out the window to catch only a glimpse. 

The thought and curiosity plagued you and you worked in your garden, soft soil giving way as you dug and pulled weeds, harvested the plants you grew. The tall trees cast dancing shadows but let light flicker through, it was calm, peaceful. "Hello there my dear" you jumped and looking up there was now a figure in front of you, Dressed in a long robe the deep set hood concealed his face. He was tall, not unreasonably so but enough to make note of, he leaned only slightly against the stone wall separating the two of you. Covered in moss and discolored from years of the forest encroaching on pale stone it only came up to about waist height. He let out a chuckle at your alarm "do not fret little one, I mean no harm to you" "o-oh well 'morning" 

That was how it all began, the mysterious man showing up by that garden wall to chat, the lovely weather, the kingdom of which you hail, and the woods that you call home. He had the most pleasant stories, of dragons and swords clashing, of night walks with ghosts and of history long passed, from dusk till dawn in bliss you were held captive by the words he spoke as you tended your garden. 

"Ah drats!" You mumbled as you searched for the jar of wild herbs and mushrooms you needed, only to realize that you had run out. "Fine I suppose I'll go get more" you sighed, lacing your boots and grabbing the shallow basket you used for things like this, with that you headed off. 

Deep now in the forest and basket weighed with herbs and edible mushrooms, a few berries, and flowers you could grow you felt a cold touch on your hand. 

Stumbling back the basket landed after you, miraculously nothing split as it contacted the ground. "Apologies my dear" the cold touch was back, now in front of you kneeled the man who leaned against your garden wall, his pale hand grasping yours as it was lifted to his lips. 

Were his footsteps like rain? Silent and peaceful, you wondered as the sunlight danced with shadows if this man was the same who stalked the night with such luster. If he who held your hand in tender reverence was he who walked the path of your cottage before the sun kissed the sky. 

"It's alright, you just startled me haha" you got up, watching as he rose up, his cloak fell to conceal his ivory and alabaster pants and cuffed black leather boots. "I come here often, this tree is quite nice, perhaps I'll no longer be the only one who visits?" He extended his hand, nails sharp and pitch black. "Is that an invitation?" You took his hand. 

"Fufufu of course my dear" 

This man who you were so enraptured by was a constant question in your brain, so it was no shock that as you awoke and lit your lantern you spotted from that window by the bed, a figure dancing through the trees and got up. Heading to the kitchen then to the stone wall by the garden you left a bowl of tomato soup you had made earlier and heated up by fire. 

As morning breathed life to day you awoke again and went out to your garden, there against the wall with his back turned was the man.His vest a polished pine green embroidered with blush pink thread showing ferns and snapdragons, red dahlias and columbine flowers. The short half cape that rested on his shoulder and draped over one of his alabaster sleeves was dark slate gray and lined with silver. “Hello again sir” you greeted him like any other day and he turned to you with a fond smile. He was handsome, his striking blood red eyes set against the pale white skin and the slight dark tint to his eyes and lips. His hair was long and black, with streaks of pink and the underside bright fuchsia. His appearance was striking, especially his smile and the fangs that peaked out. “Good morning my dear, thank you for the gift you left me on the evening of last” you smiled, proud of the work you put into that soup and glad he enjoyed it. “I can't let a gift go unpaid, so before the sun bids my farewell would you invite me to repay your generosity?” “you don't have to, but if you insist!”.

Just like that he lept over our stone garden wall, his black boots lifting him up before hitting the cobblestone path. A cold hand to yours and before you knew it you were spinning, his hand at your waist and the other holding your hand. “My gift to you today is a dance through dawn.” no rhythm played in the air yet as you danced in his embrace the world seemed to be alight with beautiful melodies, his eyes held stories that ruptured your heart and made your feet sway effortlessly with his.

You wondered if this man was human, he who stalks the trees, he who dances to no music yet keeps rhythm, he who leans over the garden wall. They say you should not dance with the fae, for once you do it’ll never be the same without, you wondered if that was what he is, if his eyes hold more than lonely longing affection but his gaze always seems to silence these thoughts. 

He was beyond the garden wall now, no longer the mysterious figure but the charming man, he sat under the tree in your garden and told you stories now, occasionally he would play tunes on his bagpipe and you would dance and clap in tune when not tending your garden. He often brought flowers, lovely flowers that you had never seen, ones that never wilted and ones that bloomed in the dead of night. He also brought honeyd words and sweet glances, saying he was once lonely but had found you. The man spoke of magic and mages, you had confessed that you had no magic like others and that this was the reason you moved out to the forest. He showed you magic as you danced, the sparkling of light that spun and twirled around the air as his appearance changed before your eyes, and as yours morphed to match his own.

“I spend so much time with you now,” you pondered shifting and turning towards him “yet i don't know your name” his breath seemed to pause, a dead calm and for a moment you wondered if you had messed up. “Fufufu my my what a question to ask me, you who walk beyond thorns have not a clue what power a name holds” his answer confused you, the power a name holds? “But, you are indeed my most cherished one, so perhaps I will tell you” how he adored the way your eyes gleamed at the words he spoke. “First you must follow me cherished one~” he was up in a second and you followed.

Soon you looked down to see a stone path, the trees grew more dense and you realized you had never been this deep into the forest before. “Sir- uh my love?” “Yes darling?” Even with golden light trickling through dense leaves his eyes almost glowed the most brilliant red. “Where…are we going?” he laughed. “Fufu you will see soon enough. 

You walked deeper and deeper until only sparse light flooded in small beams and nature had entirely consumed the land, remnants of castles long taken by lakes and claimed by the forest. Even the path you realized had disappeared some time ago, your only guide was the man in front of you. The almost silent sound of his steps stopped and you ran into his back, soft fabric cushioning your blow. “H-huh?” before you in the dim lighting was what looked to be a wall of trees and thorny vine, they twisted and curved suspiciously to form a perfect circle. It was lighter on the other side but almost the same, except for the cobblestone path that emerged covered in moss. 

“This my dear, is the price for such power over me.” he stepped through and nothing seemed to happen. “Simply follow me, til the end of eternity” and before your eyes he vanished. Your eyes were wide as saucers as you stood before the circle gateway. “Alright” you said more to the memory of his figure, one foot after the other onto the other side. 

Now you stand, in a small clearing, the circle arch long gone as your feet touch the cool stone. Chilling arms and soft linen fabric wrapped around you as the ghost of a breath blew gently against your ear.

“Lillia, lillia vanrouge~” 

[librababe99]

Storms of Vengeance

cw: MDNI, 18+, Young! Erik Lehnsherr Mutant! Reader, emotional and psychological manipulation, sexual themes, toxic relationships Word count: 1.6K Summary: You're a powerful weather mutant, caught in the magnetic pull of Erik Lehnsherr, a man consumed by his vision of mutant supremacy. As the storm rages around you, so does the undeniable tension between you both. Will you join him in shaping a new world, or will you resist the storm within and unleash your vengeance?

A/N: Alright no one asked for this.. BUT i'll be honest if young! Charles doesn't have a grip on me its definitely Erik <3 Also yes, I gave the reader similar powers to Ororo (love her btw!). I felt like it worked perfectly, adding to the complexity and moral ambiguity of two powerful individuals "falling in love". I use that loosely...lol...

(Marvel Masterlist)

The wind howled, whipping against your skin as you stood at the edge of the cliff. Below, the ocean churned violently, black waves crashing against jagged rocks. Thunder rumbled overhead, as if the heavens themselves were embroiled in the war that had just taken place. You could still taste blood in the air, feel the adrenaline that had carried you through the battle coursing through your veins.

But the fight wasn’t over. Not yet.

Erik Lehnsherr stood behind you, his presence as heavy as the storm that surrounded you both. He hadn’t said anything since the skirmish ended, but you could feel his eyes on you, as constant and unrelenting as the rain that soaked your clothes. You were a mystery to him, and that made you dangerous.

He had always been drawn to power—first for survival, then for vengeance. And now, his hunger had evolved into something far more insidious: domination. You were his equal in power, though neither of you had admitted it. He could command metal, bend the very earth around him with a flick of his wrist. You commanded the weather—thunder, lightning, wind, and rain—your power could rip apart the sky itself.

It was no coincidence that a storm brewed when the two of you were near. The atmosphere mirrored the tension, the volatile energy that sparked between you. But there was something more beneath the surface, something neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

“Another victory,” Erik said, his voice cutting through the wind. He stepped closer, his tall frame casting a long shadow even in the dim light of the storm. “Another step toward our cause.”

The "cause." It was all Erik ever spoke of. The Brotherhood, mutant supremacy, his grand vision of a new world where mutants ruled and humans bowed before them. But there was something in his tone tonight that unsettled you.

You turned to face him, your eyes narrowing as lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating his face in stark relief. His sharp features looked even more dangerous in the half-light, his eyes glinting like steel.

“Is that all this is to you?” you asked, your voice low but strong, cutting through the wind and rain. “Another victory? Another step toward a war you can’t win?”

Erik’s lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. He stepped closer still, his boots sinking into the wet earth. You could feel the magnetic field radiating from him, pulling on the metal debris scattered around the battlefield. Even the earth seemed to respond to his will.

“We are winning, my dear,” Erik replied smoothly, his eyes gleaming. “The humans are crumbling. Their resistance is futile, and soon they will be nothing more than relics of a past we will bury. You’ve seen it yourself—how they flee before us. They know their time is up.”

You clenched your fists, feeling the storm respond to your growing frustration. The wind picked up, swirling around the two of you, and rain lashed harder against your skin. The clouds above thickened, rolling in darker and more menacing than before.

“And you think that’s victory?” you demanded, stepping toward him, closing the gap between you. “Killing them? Burning their cities? Is that the future you want for our kind?”

Erik’s eyes flashed with something dangerous, something dark and cold that made your breath hitch. He reached out suddenly, his gloved fingers brushing against your cheek, and despite the chill in the air, his touch was almost warm.

“What I want,” Erik said, his voice soft but filled with a dark intensity, “is a world where our kind is no longer hunted. A world where we are no longer afraid. And I will destroy anyone who stands in the way of that future.”

His fingers lingered on your skin, and you felt a pull—like gravity, like the storm itself was reaching out to you, as though Erik’s very presence had somehow woven itself into the tempest. Your pulse quickened despite yourself, and the heat between your bodies grew, like a fire stoked by the raging winds.

“I know you feel it,” Erik continued, his hand slipping to your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. His voice was lower now, more intimate. “You know what we could achieve together. You’re powerful—more powerful than you let on. I’ve seen it in the way the skies bend to your will, the way the winds obey your command. We could be gods, you and I. Or…” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Or you can remain my most dangerous weakness.”

You inhaled sharply, the tension between you palpable. His words wrapped around you, tightening like a vice. You knew what he was offering. Power. Partnership. A future forged in fire and blood. Erik wasn’t just asking you to join him—he was asking you to surrender to him. To let him in, to allow the force of his vision to consume you.

The storm surged around you, lightning cracking through the sky, illuminating the battlefield for a split second. You felt the storm respond to your emotions, the air thick with static, the winds howling in tandem with your inner turmoil.

Could you trust him? Could you stand beside him, knowing the darkness that lived in his heart?

Erik’s hand tightened on your jaw, his thumb brushing your lips in a way that made your heart race. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispered, his voice softening. “You and I, we’re the same. We’ve both been broken by this world. But together, we can remake it.”

Your mind screamed at you to resist, to fight back, to remind him that you weren’t his to command. But your body—your body betrayed you. There was something intoxicating about Erik’s power, something magnetic about the way he looked at you, as if you were the only thing that mattered. The storm outside paled in comparison to the storm inside you.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you whispered, your voice shaky, betraying the emotions swirling inside. “But I will not be your pawn.”

Erik’s eyes darkened, his hand sliding down from your jaw to your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat in a possessive grip. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but the promise was there, the unspoken threat lingering in the air between you.

“Who said anything about being a pawn?” Erik murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours. “I don’t want to control you. I want to unleash you.”

The storm intensified, lightning striking the ground dangerously close to where you both stood. The rain beat down harder, as if nature itself was crying out in protest to the madness that surrounded you. But all you could focus on was Erik—his eyes locked onto yours, the heat of his body pressing against yours.

Your breaths came in shallow gasps as Erik’s thumb brushed the sensitive skin of your throat, his other hand resting against your waist. The tension was unbearable, the storm inside you colliding with the storm outside. You knew that once you gave in, there would be no turning back.

In that moment, something inside you snapped.

Without thinking, you grabbed Erik’s hand, pulling him closer, your lips crashing against his in a kiss that was as violent as it was desperate. The storm answered in kind, thunder booming overhead, lightning splitting the sky in jagged streaks of white-hot energy. Erik responded immediately, his arms wrapping around you with a possessive hunger, as if he had been waiting for this moment as long as you had.

His lips were cold at first, but they warmed quickly, the heat between you building until it felt like the storm wasn’t just around you but within you. Erik’s hands were everywhere—on your waist, on your back, in your hair—each touch sending shockwaves through your body.

You pushed against him, forcing him back toward the cliff's edge, the rain-soaked ground slippery beneath your feet. He let you lead, let you push him, but you both knew he could stop you at any moment if he wanted. This was his power, his control, but for now, he let you have the illusion of it.

When you finally broke the kiss, your chest was heaving, and Erik’s eyes were blazing with something dark and primal. The storm raged around you both, rain drenching your clothes, but neither of you cared.

Erik’s hand tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him as he whispered in your ear, “Do you see it now? The power we could wield together?”

You bit your lip, trying to ignore the way his words made your heart race, made your blood sing with the temptation of it. You could feel the storm inside you reaching a breaking point, a chaotic force begging to be unleashed.

“I see it,” you admitted, your voice barely audible over the wind. “But I don’t trust you, Erik.”

His grip on you tightened, his eyes narrowing. For a moment, you thought he might pull away, might lose the facade of control. But then, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Trust is irrelevant,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with dark promise. “What matters is power. And you, my dear, have more of it than you realize.”

Before you could respond, Erik’s hand shot out, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into another kiss—this one rougher, more demanding. His teeth grazed your lip, and you gasped into his mouth, feeling the raw intensity of his desire radiating from him like heat.

He wanted you—body and power alike. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, the weight of it settling deep in your chest.

[jaxxsoxxn]

I love the flash design, but I hate drawing the goggles, I'm sorry,, also Flashes design with whited out eyes (tho it might be Wally? Imma be honest, I skipped his ass somehow in the flash fam ladder, even if he seems cool af)

Also tiny Boomer, accompanied by a smaller star glider (? Or light glider? I keep forgetting) and even smaller weather wizard bc I enjoy shipping him with C.C, sue me.

I am still figuring out Captain Cold, but this man n Boomer having a friendly relationship enough for him to try to fistfight Harley every time she's mean to him in a friendly way and the other way around, my fav hc <3

Boomer, watching his ex bestie (ex only bc he got kinda kidnapped) and actual bestie fight, while him and the rest of his two gangs are eating ice cream (above Mr. Heat's ass, who's drinking some hot ass coffee bc he built different): damn, that has nothing to do with me, at all.

I believe in graying C.C supremacy, this man has so many grey hairs, yall ain't ready for the yapfest I can unload about that.

Also lil sis Glider, beloved <33 she n her bros bf have book club Sundays

[fishedeyelenz]

Billy Lenz headcanons

Fuck it, it's 1AM, I don't want to go to sleep, let's overthink this dumb attic man. Most of these are from the vault I use for reference when writting for him

Generally has a very musky, dusty scent to him. He likes feeling clean, though he has trouble keeping up with his hygiene. He bathes when he can/remembers, but most of the time he will be smelling of sweat, dust, mildew and sometimes cat food. So best case scenario -he smells like an old man. Worst case scenario -he smells like something died in a bowl of cat kibble.

Has very chapped lips, chews on them out of nervous habbit. I'd a bit better with keeping up with his dental hygiene, but it can happen that he forgets to brush his teeth for a day or two. His teeth are naturally kinda yellowish though. Has a gap between his two front teeth.

Has a staring problem (no shocker there) he has very wide hazel eyes which have an ability creep people out even in normal circumstances.

Likes to keep his hair relatively longer, going under his chin to shoulder length. Likes playing with his hair, twirling it and scratching his scalp to calm himself down. Doesn't like it too long though, it irritates him when he has hair brushing over his back. Has soft curly hair, thick but most of the time it's greasy and tangled and matted up like a rats nest. Can clean up nicely though.

Has a decent amount of body hair, and has a very patchy stubble. He shaves with stolen razors, so he probably doesn't have the sharpest materials to work with. He does have sideburns though, which he likes to take care of

His green sweater is his comfort item, and he has a very hard time parting with it, even when it reeks like something died in it. Probably buys multiple pairs of the greens sweater if/when he has the means for it.

Near constantly has a cold, doesn't layer up at all when the weather gets cooler. His hands are cold and dry. If he's lucky he has an absolutely damp and snot-filled handkerchief in his pocket, but he usually wipes his nose into his sleeves. He's fucking gross like that.

Drools a lot, spits while he talks, most likely has some disorder that makes him salivate in large quantities, but he isn’t gonna get it checked out.

Is afraid of needles, doctors and dentists. just being in a hospital-like environment makes him anxious, it reminds him too much about his stints in psych wards and asylums. Doesn't like receiving any sort of injections. Dislikes taking pills as well, but he can put up with that at least.

Very messy eater, not only chewing really loudly, he also manages to spill just about everything over himself. Can cook simple meals, and can help assist in making more complicated meals, but the process will be messy. Most of the time he is not capable of cooking, and so he steals food from the residence he is squatting in. Doesn’t eat a lot when in survival mode, but if he's in an environment he is comfortable with/is being taken care of, he will eat ravenously and a lot too. Has a fast metabolism when he's young, so he doesn’t put on that much weight, but when he starts approaching middle age it will slow down. In his forties he will develop a dad bod if his circumstances allow (DILF Billy supremacy).

Sensitive to light, prefers being in the dark. The darkness is safer and familiar to him, he feels very exposed in light and open spaces. Also prefers stuffier and more claustrophobic environments, and he most likely has mild agoraphobia. Lights also sometimes hurt his eyes as well.

Sensitive to loud noises, ironically enough. Is easily overwhelmed in noisy environments. Likes to repeat things he hears, very good at voice mimicry, likes words with pronounced "t" sounds in them. Has echolocalia.

If he weren’t an unstable murderer I could see him becoming an actor or a voice actor. Depends if he wants to be seen or not, because I think he would gladly take on roles on TV if they wouldn’t credit him. This man craves attention but is at the same time afraid of receiving it lol. Attention can overwhelm him easily. Could see him becoming a theater actor as well.

Has a big oral fixation problem. Chews on zippers of his jackets, pencil tips and just about anything he could stick in his mouth. Chews on his nails and bites down on his fingers when he's nervous/thinking.

Also stims with his hands, claps when he's excited. Imitates playing a piano when listening to music. Twirls his hair, fidgets with loose threads of his sweater. Sadly when he's overwhelmed/having a meltdown he grips and pulls on his hair, sometimes punching the sides of his head. Likes to rock himself as well.

Near sighted and in desperate need of glasses, but he doesn’t particularly like wearing them and continuously loses them. Needs them only for reading, but as he grows older his vision will get worse and he will have to get a standard pair. He thinks he looks like a nerd when he wears them-he is right (🤓<-Billy)

Loves movies, loves Kubric especially, but watching a film with him can be a grueling experience if you don’t enjoy somebody talking over and narrating the whole film. Especially if there's food like popcorn involved, he will talk with his mouth full, chewing loudly.

Has a sweet tooth. Will eat just about any cakes, candies, treats and fruits. Loves strawberries in particular.

Can't stand cigarette smoke and alcohol. Is very judgmental of people who partake in them. Is kinda a judgmental and mean person in general lol.

I’m sorry folks but this man does not like Christmas lol. Probably has some very bad memories related to the holiday that cause him to burst mentally during that time. Doesn’t care for other Holidays either, except for maybe Valentine's day if he happens to have an object of affection at the moment.

Has eaten cat food

Raised rats as pets before he stole Claude for himself, who proceeded to eat all of them.

[gaykarstaagforever]

I just love how all our Fall / Christmas spices in North America, that we associate with cold weather and warm fires baking bread and pastries, are ALL from tropical plants.

Allspice and vanilla are Caribbean. Cloves and nutmeg are Indonesian. Sugar is Indian, and became a staple crop in the colonial Caribbean, from where brown sugar and molasses (and rum!) came to North America. Cinnamon is also Indian / Southcentral Asian.

The only inherent North American thing about any of this is maybe some of the nuts, and squashes (pumpkins), and maybe apples? Though the apples we usually eat originate from Central Asia and came here via colonization, since you're probably not using native crab apples in your baking.

Even our seasonal spice palettes are a result of racist capitalism, murder, and exploitation.

It's almost like white supremacy is an inescapable totality, or something.

[esta-elavaris]

Absolutely love love love the new fics!! Absolution is perfect for this time of year 🍂 everything you write is incredibly cosy anyway, but I‘m extra hyped for it now that it‘s getting darker and colder 💕 theorrington is god-tier btw

Thank you so much! I'm way too close to my own work to be able to see it at all, if that makes sense, so I love hearing that it has cozy vibes because I genuinely did not know that 💀

We're of the same mind about Absolution, too! We had a late heat wave in September so I wasn't feeling the cold weather vibes, but now it's setting in and all I want to write is Dracula being a toxic, beautiful man.

(And AYYYY Theorrington supremacy!!! 💚🤍🧡)

[kaibutsushidousha]

A Day in Haruki’s Life - Sick Visit (Sagrada Reset 4)

[INDEX]

In class, she was always looking front and right, resting her cheek on her left hand. Although this "always" was very recent. She was assigned to her new seat only last month. But after a month, she couldn't possibly remember what she did in her previous classroom.

This was the last class on July 4th, Tuesday. Haruki Misora was looking front and right with her cheek on her left hand, paying no attention to the world history lessons she heard. As usual.

Her eyes pointed to an empty seat. The boy who usually sat on it wasn't there today. His voice was weird yesterday. She now realized she should have cared more about that. Haruki sighed a sigh too minor for anyone to notice.

The elderly man on the teacher's desk lectured about a revolution that happened in France and Russeau's ideals. That didn't matter. It wasn't the moment to be wasting brain power on the ramifications of a revolution that concluded centuries ago or who gained political supremacy.

Asai Kei caught a cold and missed school. The greatest question in Haruki's mind was how to cope with that.

Kei getting sick was not exactly a rare occurrence. It happened multiple times every year. He was not the kind to worry about his health every day and didn't treat being a bit under the weather as a big deal. That contrasted weirdly with the way he's plenty careful, sagacious, and knowledgeable about most other subjects. How come he never learned that it's more efficient to treat colds at their earliest stages?

Kei had a strong resistance to pain. She caught on to signs of him having a headache or feeling unwell and doing nothing about it. Besides, he was surprisingly lazy in his habits, sometimes even skipping on brushing his teeth.

(That's fine. It's not my place to complain. Kei's body and health are entirely his own.)

Haruki had three major questions she was concerned about.

Whether or not to visit him.

What to bring him if she chooses to visit.

Whether or not to contribute to the U-Res's assignment.

All difficult questions.

She wanted to visit him.

But going to Kei's apartment and wishing him well would not improve his condition. If anything, it was more likely to strain him. Therefore, visiting him would be entirely counterproductive.

The only plausible reason to go to his apartment is concern for his diet. It's possible that he wouldn't bother with eating properly while sick. But if she visited him bringing food, he would have to try it.

(I could make congee in his apartment.)

She thought she just had a great idea.

It served as a reason to visit and defined what to bring. All she needed was a pot and rice. Also pickled plums and kelp for the stock. She'd rather make something more elaborate, but he'd prefer it simpler.

(I already know how to make congee. It's not any difficult. But I can't afford to fail. I'll look up detailed recipes online later.)

Haruki nodded imperceptibly. She had decided to go to Kei's apartment after class and make congee. A major unplanned event. A plan that deserved a red circle on her calendar but there was no point in doing that when she only had the idea on the day it would happen.

Now the only question left was about the U-Res assignment.

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The U-Res assignment was something her classmate Minami Mirai brought up during their lunch break.

Haruki normally had her lunch with Kei on the landing of a staircase. But he was absent, so instead, she opened her lunchbox alone on her class desk.

She tried to get started but didn't have an appetite.

She put her chopsticks down before touching her food and instead took her phone. She got a feeling that Kei texted her. It was just her imagination but she still opened her messages and reread Kei's previous posts.

Most of it was business messages. The most frequent type of conversation was him assigning a time and place for them to meet and her answering "Understood". He was overall less friendly through text.

(Should I message him? But if he's sleeping now, that'd risk waking him up with the notification noise.)

While she was deep in thought, Minami Mirai approached with her usual radiant smile and spoke.

"Howdy. Can I eat with you?"

There was no reason to refuse. As Haruki nodded, Minami turned the front desk's seat 180 degrees and sat facing Haruki.

"Ennui got you today, Misora?", she said while she opened her small elliptical bento box.

Ennui. A word she heard before but didn't know the meaning. Not an English word, as far as she remembered. The Japanese-English dictionary under her desk wouldn't be of any help.

"What do you mean by that?", Haruki asked despite not being interested. Day-to-day conversation was all about lack of interest not being a reason to cut a subject short. For whatever it was worth, Kei enjoyed pointless chatter.

With her chopsticks in her right hand, Minami scratched her cheek with her left.

"Oh, there's no reason. I expected you to be feeling Asai's absence, so I shot my guess."

Her question was about the definition of ennui, but the answer she got was slightly off the subject. But the topic didn't prove itself worth further pursuit.

"Ok."

After a quick nod, Haruki picked up her chopsticks again. The main dish of her lunch was pepper-filled meat. Haruki was not a picky eater. As per the usual meaning of the expression, this meant she had nothing she refused to eat, but in Haruki's case, it also meant she didn't have any standout preferences. Anything goes.

"You're going to visit him, right?", said Minami, picking up a broccoli with her chopsticks.

"I'm considering my options."

"Why? What is there to consider?"

"Do you think I should?", Haruki asked after some pause.

"Of course. Can't let the romantic moment go by you."

"Colds are not romantic."

"Oh, they are. You gotta shoot for him while he's sick and weakened."

Haruki didn't believe a cold could weaken him. She took a bite at her pepper-filled meat. It tasted like ground meat and bell pepper.

Minami bent herself forward with excitement, wildly moving the broccoli still on her chopsticks up and down.

"By the way, Misora, do you know the easiest way to heal a cold?"

"To take your medications and sleep a lot?"

"Think less realism and more miracle of love."

It was hard to envision a miracle as an easy option but she was invested in any way to cure a cold.

Minami raised her left index finger because she still hadn't put that broccoli in her mouth after all this time. Haruki began to suspect she didn't like broccoli.

"Step 1: kiss him to transfer the cold to you."

(Is this going to work? Many types of virus are indeed transmissible through contact between mucous membranes, so maybe she has a point.)

Next, she raised her middle finger, forming a peace sign.

"Step 2: he's cured because his cold went to someone else."

(This is likely wrong. That's a superstition. Since it's common for colds to be highly infective and short-lived, is structurally natural for people to heal from their colds soon after contaminating others.)

But Minami was assertive.

"In short, kiss him and he'll get better. LOGICAL!"

Her reasoning was sound but based on a false premise.

"That's very improbable.", answered Haruki.

Showing no signs of wanting to hear a counter-argument, Minami finally eats her broccoli.

"I don't believe it either. But that's my U-Res assignment. Do colds really heal when passed to others?"

"What is the U-Res?"

"The club I'm part of."

She gave a seemingly practiced introduction. The U in U-Res stands for "unidentified". Res is short for "research club".

"Summing up, the U-Res is a research society for anything unidentified."

She understood it, but couldn't find their methods of study pertinent.

"Me hypothetically catching Kei's cold and him recovering from it wouldn't qualify as proof that colds can be cured through transfer."

That didn't suffice as evidence correlating the transfer and the healing. He'd simply have recovered after transmitting it.

"That's why we want as much data as possible. The goal is to identify how long it takes for someone to recover from a cold, whether or not they got someone infected, and draw statistics from there."

Their approach was more decent than she expected. But she still had many doubts.

"I believe the moment of contagion goes unnoticed in most cases."

"Yup. I don't think we can get precise statistics for that."

"Then wouldn't it be pointless?"

Minami picked up a cherry tomato and grinned.

"Uhuh. The real goal of the U-Res is to put serious research into pointless stuff and make up whatever conclusion we want. No one cares about the truth."

(Their research is pointless but that's the appeal. I lately began to understand the point of pointlessness. Pointless actions are optimal for turning the process into the real goal.)

"So kiss Asai if you feel like it.", said Minami with a suggestive grin.

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That's the whole story of her U-Res assignment.

Haruki was apathetic to most matters. Participating in them or not made no difference to her. She rarely refused when asked for help.

But this was one of these rare exceptions. For the sole reason that it concerned Asai Kei.

He wouldn't be comfortable with infecting others with his disease.

(I'm pretty sure I can't cooperate with the U-Res.)

With that decided, the chime rang marking the end of the day's last class.

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After class, Haruki went home and borrowed her mother's biggest shoulder bag. Aside from her school bag, the only other bags Haruki had was a tiny purse for small objects and a sports bag that would have been too big. Neither extreme was the appropriate size.

She packed her mother's bag with the smallest earthenware pot and the congee ingredients and immediately left again. She didn't feel any need to change her uniform.

Her walking pace was quick. Without detours, Kei's apartment was a 15-minute walk away from her house, but she decided to pass by the shopping district. Her kitchen had no pickled plums. The probability of Kei having some in his fridge was low.

Without Kei walking by her side, her balance felt unstable. This sensation always assailed her when she walked alone. Perhaps her memory of his pace was the only thing keeping her able to walk straight. She was aware this was a misapprehension but that didn't fix it. The shoulder with the bag felt heavier because of the pot.

Entering the supermarket, she went straight for the groceries area. She found honey-filled plum pickles and nodded with satisfaction.

(Is there anything else I should buy?)

She had all the ingredients she needed for the congee. But she got the feeling she was still missing something. Her instincts told her so. Or perhaps the kind of anxiety that doesn't disappear no matter how perfectly you do things. But she couldn't afford to quit racking her brain. She kept the thoughts running as she headed to the cashier.

It's always full of shoppers before dinner hours. The line to the cashier was considerably lengthy. Getting to the tail end of it put the confectionery corner right in sight.

(Is that what I was missing? Kei loves sweets. Maybe he should have something for dessert.)

But they only had daifuku and dangos lined up. Too bulky options for someone sick.

The line to the cashier moved. Haruki gathered her coins and paid the precise amount.

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Ten minutes after leaving the supermarket, a Western confectionery store caught Haruki's eye. March Hall.

March Hall was a small store with an even smaller eating space, dealing more in takeout sweets. She ate cream puffs here with Kei before.

There was a poster on the entrance. B5-sized, very discreet. None of those baiting words like "best-selling", "new menu", or "limited-time offer". Not even a single exclamation point. Only the words "Peach-in-jelly".

Passing by the sign, Haruki stopped in her tracks.

(That's it. Peach.)

She was missing peaches. When you think seeing someone sick, you think peaches. She couldn't remember who taught her that, but she had it registered as common sense.

Haruki turned back and entered March Hall.

She was the only client there.

The only employee smiled from behind the counter.

"Welcome."

Haruki walked toward her.

"I'd like two peaches-in-jelly."

She would eat jelly with Kei. What a wonderful plan.

But the clerk's expression dimmed.

"I'm sorry. We are out of peaches-in-jelly for today."

Sold out. Unfortunately, she'd have to give up on that. This late on a business day, there were few slices of cake left on the display cases as well.

"Would you like this fruit tart instead? It's made with a lot of peach."

The clerk's hands pointed to a tart. Tough choice. It fits Kei's tastes, but would he feel like eating tart while he has a cold?

Since she was talking to an expert, it didn't hurt to ask.

"Do you have anything someone ill would want?"

The clerk smiled.

"Are you choosing for someone else?"

"Yes."

"Alright. How about ice cream?"

(Good point. Something cold makes sense. But it doesn't have peaches.)

The clerk spoke with conviction. Like she was describing a ceremony with centuries of proven tradition.

"Ice cream is what a sick person needs."

"More so than peaches?"

"Peaches are great, but ice cream is champion."

Haruki wasn't so sure, but it was undeniable that this woman was more knowledgeable about Western desserts than Haruki.

"We don't have the peach flavor, but I recommend this natural apple ice cream."

(Apples. Yes, I might have heard that an apple a day keeps the doctor away.)

Haruki takes a second look at the fruit tarts before making her decision.

"Apple ice cream for two, then."

The clerk had a sweet smile.

"Yes, miss."

She took two cups of ice cream out of the case and packed them with dry ice in a thick paper bag.

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After 10 minutes of walking fast so the ice cream wouldn't melt, Haruki arrived at Kei's building.

Pickled plums on her right hand. Apple-flavored ice cream on her left. And a pot, rice, and kelp in the bag on her shoulder. All perfect.

And yet, Haruki wasn't moving toward the entrance. She still hadn't decided whether or not she should visit him.

Her doubts came late, but they were still pertinent.

She hadn't imagined the situation enough. Visiting Kei's apartment required pressing the buzzer. She would need him to come out and unlock the door.

Were this congee and ice cream worth forcing him out of his bed and making him walk all the way to the door? Tough question. Haruki believed sleep was the most essential factor in recuperation.

Besides, all of her actions were built on the unconfirmed premise that he had not made dinner for himself yet. It was possible that he already had something ready in his kitchen, and even that he already ate. Depending on the situation, Haruki's actions could be putting him through unnecessary work.

(What to do?)

To go or to return. She couldn't decide.

On further thought, she notices something.

She already had her question answered for the longest time. After all, she never visited Kei in the previous instances he was ill.

The reason for that was simple. Asai Kei is outstandingly competent. He gets almost everything done on his own. Being alone doesn't distress him.

There's no reason to worry about Asai Kei. The logical thing to do would be to stay put until he's cured.

She took another look at his apartment. At his window. And then she checked her phone. She was expecting him to call. But she knew he wouldn't.

(Yes, I should leave.)

Believing Kei would be better tomorrow, Haruki decided to leave as if nothing happened.

She wasn't happy about it. But to Haruki, this wasn't the time to care about her emotions. She believed Kei needed the rest.

She turned 180 and began walking slower than her usual pace.

The ice cream was going to melt at this rate. But that didn't matter anymore.

The sun was setting. She walked alone in the dark pre-evening streets. She could hear the sound of her shoes against the asphalt. For every step she heard, she felt Kei's absence. Nothing unusual about that.

At the next crossing, she stopped at a red light.

There she realized Kei's apartment was still visible if she turned back.

Suddenly, her phone beeped. No one was calling. It was the new message sound. She picked up her phone to check the reader's name: Kei.

Haruki hurriedly opened the message. It took oddly long for the screen to load. The signal turned green. That didn't matter now.

The message was finally readable.

[I'm craving some ice cream. Can you buy a tub for me if you have the time?]

She couldn't believe it. Was that a miracle?

(I was right to trust the expert. Ice cream really was better than peaches for someone with a cold.)

Impressed, she turned back. She ran to Kei's apartment. But her rational side kept telling her this didn't make sense.

(Kei doesn't send this kind of message. I can't claim to know everything about him, but I know enough to tell that was not him. There must be a reason. This message has to be...)

There had to be a reason, but did it matter what it was?

(What's important is that Kei wants ice cream and I have some, no? I can ask for his reasons when I'm there.)

Despite the mental hurdles, Haruki was back on her way to Kei's apartment. A lot faster than she was before. Along the way, she stopped, realizing that she should answer the message first.

That was the moment.

She heard running steps behind her until they stopped.

Haruki Misora turned back and understood everything.

She knew someone was hiding behind the street lamp. But its pole was too thin, leaving her completely visible. Covering part of her face at best.

"Minami?", Haruki asked, internally reviewing the earlier events of the day.

Minami Mirai. A classmate. The U-Res girl who insisted Haruki should visit Kei during their lunch break.

She came out from behind the lamp, laughing nervously.

"Hi."

"Have you been following me the entire time?", Haruki asked after some thinking.

"Kinda. Sorry..."

(I don't see why she had to apologize. Wait, wasn't stalking illegal? No, I must be mistaken.)

"Why were you doing it?"

"I, uh... just thought I'd be fun..."

"Was it?"

"Honestly, yeah. My favorite scene was when you passed by the confectionary shop, changed your mind, and came back for it."

She couldn't grasp what was so amusing about it. But she wasn't going to complain about having successfully entertained someone.

Minami Mirai suddenly adopted an angry posture, putting her left hand on her hip and raising her right index finger.

"But you ruined the moment, Misora. Why'd you quit your visit?"

"Because I realized it was unnecessary."

"It's not about being necessary."

"It came to me that it has a chance of inconveniencing him. Which means I must turn back."

"You're not a nuisance. He'll be happy to have you."

(That's for Kei to decide, not you.)

She couldn't imagine Kei being displeased about it, but she could never tell what he was thinking and she could easily predict that he'd push himself when he shouldn't. No matter how bad he was feeling, he'd pretend to be fine.

"I won't discuss that. Just confirm to me that you messaged him about it."

"I sure did. No way I could let this go by."

Haruki didn't understand her motive.

But it was thanks to her that Kei texted Haruki. She had nothing to complain about.

Haruki smiled. Her smile was so tiny that it could go unnoticed by someone using a magnifying glass.

"Thank you very much.", said Haruki.

Minami blinked in surprise.

Then she nodded with her sweetest smile.

"You're very welcome."

"I'll be back after having ice cream with Kei."

She had to hurry or else it'd melt.

"Go ahead. Take your chance to spoonfeed him."

She gestured with her right hand as she spoke. Not really decipherable but Haruki could tell from context that she was pretending to feed someone with a spoon.

Haruki nodded.

"Understood."

"Wait, are you really going to?"

"Isn't that how you take care of a sick person?"

Haruki remembered her mother doing that for her when she was little.

Minami giggled. Her laughter was not her usual kind. It was more refined and guilty.

"Yeah. That's exactly how you take care of a sick person. Have fun. Bye."

Haruki nodded and turned her back to the waving Minami.

She walked fast. Heading to Kei's apartment with a smile.

Along the way, a thought crossed her mind for reasons she couldn't understand: Maybe she should reconsider her decision not to contribute to U-Res's assignment.

That was a thought to mull over for a while before she arrived at Kei's apartment.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I just listened to another audio of Itto and oh my GOD I wanna release the monster that I know is inside him so badly.

I wanna tease him until he absolutely loses it. I wanna see how far I can drive him towards that edge until he snaps and loses control. I wanna see that predatory look in his eyes as he finally gets to have his way with me.

I wanna see how the tears run down his face as I overstimulate him for the umpth time. I wanna hear his needy whines and moans as he begs me to slow down or be gentler, but he knows that I won’t give him what he wants.

I want him to go absolutely batshit crazy. I don’t care if I will lose the ability to walk for a week, it will all be worth it.

But he’s still my baby and I love him very much :3

Lottie x Itto supremacy gang where y’all at⁉️🗣️

Lottttiiieeee!!!! I'm so sorry this has taken me so long to get to. I haven't forgotten the other things we talked about, either. Just have lots of shit going on right now. I hope this finds you well, my friend!

Xox Sarah xoX

~In The Heat of The Moment~

The man has a cock that looks like a fucking monster and the stamina of a beast. Asking him to rail you would be like walking up to a bear and asking for a hug.

You need to see him come undone. You want him to ravage you like the alpha he is. You want him to make you his bitch and claim you as his.

You need him to release the monster. You need him to unleash his inner beast and unleash all that pent up sexual energy.

You've never wanted someone so badly.

It's hot as fuck in your apartment. You can feel it as soon as you walk in the door. Itto is sitting on the couch. Nothing more than a cold, wet washcloth on his cock and low-hanging balls.

"H'babe. The a/c is out again. ‘S too hot to move. Sorry. How was your day?"

You look at him like he's some kind of idiot. "Did you call anyone to come out and repair it?"

"Aw, baby, you know I'm no good at stuff like that. I don't know how to explain that shit to people. Sorry. Jus' call 'em on Monday. K? In the meantime, why don't you ... get comfortable? Ehh? Ehhh?" He looks at you and winks.

"You ... oh my fucking God, Itto. It's like you're trying to get under my skin." You storm off and head for the pull-down ladder that will take you up to the attic so you can look at your a/c unit. Itto watches you climb up the ladder, your ass cheeks alternating sides as they stick out. Left, right, left, right. Itto is transfixed by the lulling movement.

You've been up there for a few minutes and he's heard nothing. It's harder than hell to move and probably just as hot.

"Babe? You ok up there? Y' need me to help?" He purposely asks quietly.

*BANG BANG BANG*

A few seconds later, the a/c kicks on and relief washes over you like a loving hug.

You hear Itto downstairs cheering for you and you assume he's doing his happy dance, too. Well, today, his nude happy dance.

Climbing down the ladder you are stopped by something sharp pressing into the flesh of your ass. You look and see Itto there, with his horns pointing right into you.

"Eet, what are you doing?"

"I'm thanking you."

"By gouging me?" You ask.

"’F that's what you wanna call it, baby. Then hell yeah. I'll gouge you." He laughs.

"I want ..." you sighed, "to cool off. In the literal and physical sense. Ok, Eet? Thanks."

He started to kiss the back of your ankles. Licking his way up to your thighs. Side to side. Leg to leg. He licked so much of the back of your thighs that you wanted to wipe it off. There were times for this. And the 110 degree weather outside wasn't making this one of those times.

"Itto, please."

"Please what, baby? Please what?" He was rubbing his hands up and down your legs, squeezing and releasing. His breath was hot, and his tongue was sloppy.

"Please stop. I don't think I can handle your ... heat right now."

He looked up at you with his mouth agape. "Are you saying ... I'm too hot for you, babe?"

"It's not ... It's the weather. It's too hot out. I'm sweating like a pig. I can't think straight. I can't ... fuck ... I can't focus on you."

"Well, I don't care about that. I just wanna make you feel good." He continued to kiss the back of your thighs, but you pulled away and headed for the bathroom.

"Hey! Where you going? Come back here!" He followed you into the bathroom where you had stripped down and started to wash your face and body with cold water. Itto stood there, still naked, watching you.

"Can you help me, Eet?"

"What do you want me to do?" He asked.

You sighed. "Just come over here and help me clean up. Can you do that? I'm burning up and need some help."

Itto walked over to you. He looked at you in the mirror. "You really want me to help you, babe?" He leaned into your ear and whispered, "You want me to ... take care of you?"

You nodded, and he began to run his hands down your back and onto your ass cheeks. He squeezed and massaged them until you started to moan.

You felt his fingers moving around the outside of your pussy. You could feel how wet you were getting. You couldn't help it. His touch was so tender. He knew exactly how to work you.

"Oh, Eet," you moaned, "I love the way you touch me. But it's ... too ... fuckin' ... hot. Ok? I worked all day. I'm tired. I just want to cool off."

Itto put his hands up in the air as if to show you he wasn't going to touch you anymore. "Fine. Fine, ok. Sorry." He sulked off to your room and sprawled out on the bed.

You finished rinsing the day off your body with the halfass job done by the washcloth and went to the kitchen for something icy and uplifting. “Cocktail,” you tell yourself.

Downing the first one like it was the very air you breathe, you poured yourself another one and thought about how Itto was trying to coerce you into having a little bit of fun with him. Then it occurs to you that it's been a few days since you two rolled around. It's just ... been ... so ... hot. You hate the heat. You hate what it does to your hair. And you know that he tries to help you out with it as much as he can, but really, all he ends up doing is smoothing down the curls that you worked so hard to get to coil. You adore him for trying, though.

Now that your place is cooling down by the minute, you finish your 2nd drink, pour one for him and another for yourself and head into the bedroom where he is still laying. Naked and pouting. Your favorite position.

"Eet, I made you something, baby. Here."

He rolls his eyes and then his body away from you.

"I'm sorry, Itto. Ok? It's just so ... fucking hot. You understand, don'cha?" You pinched his butt and ran your finger between his thighs. But he wasn't having any of it. You turned him down and he was upset about it.

"Ohh-kayy. I see what's happening here. I get it." You crawled up next to him on the bed and began kissing his back. Tugging on his hair a little bit harder with each kiss you laid down on his warm skin. "Y' still so hot, Eet. Wan' me t' cool you off?" You asked him in a gentle voice. His silence told you everything you needed to know.

You rolled him over so he was laying on his back and started slowly massaging his half-hard cock with your fingertips. He moaned softly. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You know how I get when it's hot. It makes me ... cranky."

Itto shrugged and nodded. Still playing the victim hard to get.

You moved down and started sucking on his balls. One at a time. Licking and swirling your tongue around the smooth, hard flesh. "Won't you forgive me, Eet? Please?"

He looked at you and smiled. "Ehhh!!! Try again."

You quirked a brow and moved up his cock with your tongue. Licking the underside of his shaft from top to bottom, back and forth. You sucked on the tip of his cock, twirling your tongue around it. Itto started to hide the fact he was beginning to moan a little bit. His legs twitching ever so slightly. The signs were there. He was fully hard now and he wanted to shove himself into your wet mouth and fuck your face until he came down your throat. But he was being stubborn about it. No matter. You always win this game.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I love you. I love your big dick. I wanna make you feel good. Ok? Can you ... forgive me?"

He nodded. "Yeah, like I'm so easy to forgive." He averted his gaze to the window, but you knew he was smirking. You could see it all over his face. Not only that, but you know he is quick to forgive you for nearly any transgression. That's one of the many things you love about him. His giant, sweet heart.

You moved back down to his cock and took it into your mouth, gagging on it as it hit the back of your throat. You began to bob your head up and down on him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Itto grabbed the back of your head and started to slow you down.

"Fuck! Baby ... mmm, don't ... don't go crazy now, ok?"

You looked up at him and smiled. "You want me to be gentle with you, Eet?"

Itto shook his head as you wrapped your fingers around his hard length once more and started to jerk him off so slowly. Painfully slow, in fact.

"No, no, no ... faster, babe. Please," he moaned.

"Mmm, but I thought you said you didn't want me to go crazy, Eet?"

He growled, "I lied! Fucking SPEED UP. Please, please, baby."

"Ah, ah, ah. I don't like liars, Eet. I think you need to learn a valuable lesson here. And I'll be the one who teaches you. Isn't this exciting, baby?" You giggled and bounced next to him on the bed. Your curls and tits are moving at the opposite time of your body.

Itto watched you and groaned. "You're fucking killing me, baby."

"Oh, but I have so much more in store for you, Eet." You pushed him onto his back and straddled his face. "Eat me out. Now."

He wasted no time getting started. Sucking and licking on your pussy, he started to finger you at the same time. It was heaven. You rocked back and forth on his face, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second.

"That's it, baby. Lick my clit. Oh, fuck, yes. Right there!"

Itto sucked on your clit as you bucked against him, feeling your orgasm building. "Don't stop! Oh, my God, don't fucking stop, Eet." You screamed and moaned as you came all over his mouth and chin.

"Fuck, babe. That was hot. My turn?" He asked.

You nodded and got off him. He rolled over and pulled you on top of him, your pussy resting on his cock. He pushed his hips up, rubbing himself against you. He was still rock hard and ready.

You lifted yourself up and positioned his cock at your entrance. "Mmm, you want this, Eet? You want me to fuck you, huh, on your big cock?"

"Yes, baby. Please. Please, baby. I need you so badly." He was begging now. You knew you had him right where you wanted him.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock. "Ahh! Oh, fuck, baby. Your cock is so big. You fill me up so good!" You started to ride him. Slowly, at first, then faster and faster.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, please, baby."

"Not yet," You slowed your pace, but still rode him. "Not ... just ... yet." You punctuated your words with slamming down on his cock. He was writhing around. You could feel that he was ready to cum. That he needed to cum. But you were just in one of your moods and couldn't help yourself. You needed to tease him. It was just too fun not to.

"Baby, please. I need to cum. Please let me cum. Please, please, please!" He was crying out for it.

"Ok, Eet. You've been so patient. I think you deserve it. Cum for me, baby."

Itto thrusted his hips up into you as you rode him faster and faster. He groaned and growled as he emptied his seed inside you. You could feel it spilling out onto his balls and thighs.

"Fuck, babe. You're the best. I love you. Thank you, oh god, thank you." He panted.

But YOU, weren't done yet. You hadn't even cum yet, on his cock, anyway. So you started your movements on him again. Watching his face contort from pleasure, to "Ok, that's good baby." To "Oh-kay, I said th-th-ahhh, fuck! I said thank you, lovey." To "Babe, ya gotta ... oh shit." To "S-shit baby, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" To him crying actual tears.

You've got him so overstimulated that he can't form actual sentences together anymore. He can only make noises. His teary eyes are rolled all the way back into his head. His body is mostly lifeless, save for the involuntary twitching his legs and abdomen are doing.

"Oh, I think I'm about to cum, Eet. Don't you dare fucking stop, ok? Promise me you won't stop until I cum." You looked at his face, and he was completely checked out. So you just kept riding him until you were cumming all over him.

You laid on top of him, catching your breath. He was still inside you, and you felt his cum ooze out of you and onto him.

Itto finally came around a few minutes later and asked you, "Can we do that again, babe? But next time, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week. Ok?"

You just laughed and playfully slapped him. "I'd love that, baby. I love you." You kissed him and fell asleep next to him.

The next morning, you woke you up to a really fucking hot apartment again. You went up to the attic again and saw that the temp was turned up on the unit. “What the …?” Then you climbed down to look at the thermostat. “90? 90 degrees!”

And you didn't know what he'd done until after he fucked you stupid. 

"ITTO!!!" 

[kudzucataclysm]

SE CHARACTER INQUIRIESSS

from yesterday :D im putting them all together, hope y'all dont mind if i tag peeps who asked

for @vacantgodling

JACK JA (ppl pronounce ‘JA’ as ‘JAW’ for some reason so it stuck)

Antumbra assassin and cleaner who was one of the many contract children that was paid to the organization (totally not slavery btw) by his parents to settle a debt. He isn’t unique by all means Antumbra wise, but he is recognized as one of its most efficient assassins

At the age of 12 he was hired by the Slaughter family to be the bodyguard of Vincent. At the time being two mutant closeted trans children was extremely rough, so the two confided in each other. Vince more or less taught him how to be an actual person and not just a killing machine

OTHER FACTS THATRE NOT HISTORY- he is a romantic at heart and treats Vincent all lady like when they go on those weird totally-not-dates

babysat Francis a few times in the past and honestly. Wouldve probably been a good influence on Frank if Francis didn’t have that weird nigh-obsessive attachment to Vince at the time :/

Loves candy and is a connoisseur of baked goods

Main weapons of choice are a pair of kukri knives

His mutation is purely physical, it simply gives him a reptilian appearance and some physiology (cant handle cold weather, somewhat amphibious, venomous, etc). He has a tail but he keeps cutting it off everytime it grows back because he doesn’t wanna go through the process of modifying his pants for it

TUGARIN

Basically an old work friend of Carmine when they both worked for the Soviet Union. While Carmine was blackmailed into working for them Tugarin at the time was a fully fledged Russian patriot who believed in Soviet supremacy

The economic and socio-political chaos in the aftermath of 1953 (that coincided with the Martian titanomachy) kinda fueled this, and the US becoming extremely isolationist while increasing superpowered espionage didn’t help either. His increasingly erratic behavior, suspected to be a result from his uncontrolled psychic powers, got him blacklisted by the Soviet government.

At some point after Carmine escaped to the US, Tugarin tried to undergo a similar surgery but the Soviets instead took his brain, which is still considered the 2nd most powerful on Earth. They used his brain to operate the country’s nuclear defense system; after 1962 he was ‘shut down’ due to instability and the uh..fact that HE is the one who launched nukes at the US lol

He’s still operating as the defense system but his subconscious is effectively sealed away…FOR NOW HUEHUEHUEHUE

for @muddshadow

AGENT HAMMOND

AAAAAAA

The first android to exist, EVER. he was activated in November 1905- he shares a birthday with Desmond!!!

Very stoic and seemingly emotionless but thats not really the case; he lacks empathy but is very much capable of sympathy.

He and Lupe ‘met’ in 1923 when she was assigned as his new operator. He’s been attached ever since, theyre BFF5EVAR

He raised and trained Agent Friday, Francis’s former adoptive parent. Is somewhat unaware of their reference of him but still kinda sees them as a surrogate kid of sorts. Would still kill Friday if he has to

Trans but in a robot way. He was built to be feminine and such but he eventually asked Lupe for a new body, which is his current one! He gave his old body away to someone else :)

TECHNICALLY has kids???? In the ‘AI can self replicate/make copies of themselves’ way?????????? Hobbes is by all means a lesser Hammond but Ham just doesn’t see it that way (nor does he like thinking abt it)

Is very much anti-alien in a pragmatic sort of thought process- he was programmed to protect humanity and the biggest threat to humanity right now is…Mars. And Martians just kinda running around eating and killing whoever they want irritates the fuck out of him so he kills them when he can. He’s one of the most OP characters in the story 

^will still kill humans if his hand is forced. 

ORION

Francis’s cousin!!! And a King Martian who is currently hurtling through space at like 40,000kph. He’s not having fun rn

Definition of spoiled and entitled, benefiting his nature as a King.

When he’s introduced he crashlands in rural Japan without a body so he’s forced to parasitize a middle school bully, which is how he befriends a human girl named Rei (bully’s former victim). He hates having a human body tho cuz he doesn’t like the nosebleeds and headaches he gets from using his space powers (also weak flesh suit). He gets a new body eventually tho

He’s here on earth for…some reason!!! He hit his head pretty damn hard on the way here but he knows he’s gotta warn somebody!!! About…something. Maybe

He’s also on Earth to escape an arranged marriage how embarrassing

THE VEIL

Technically by all means the THIRD Veil- the first one was in 1930, the second was in the 1970s, and both former Veils are retired. "The Veil” is basically the corporate/government poster child for American superheroes. He’s on all kinds of propaganda posters

Have you ever heard of Shaun King. yeah, basically him (monetizing social justice for personal gain)

On the surface, he's affable, modest, and sincere; an American treasure. Personally he’s disturbed, incredibly brutal and aggressive, using his charisma to sway the DUSA’s perception of government-hired mutants- who’re deserving of rights and freedom, unlike those unlicensed, criminal mutant types

Basic superhero powers, very much akin to superman’s super strength, speed, and flight

and finally for @zindagi-toh-bewafa-hai

CARMINE

Former Volkssturm paramilitary, aka *proto-Nazi. He spent much of his early life fighting communists up until the outbreak of superpowers in 1934, where he underwent self combustion during a firefight and went MIA

He resurfaced in Siberia a couple years later working for the USSR for reasons unknown, and this is when he underwent surgery to be fused with a nanite network. He’s effectively immortal because of this which is why even though in present day he’s 88, he looks to be somewhere around 50 years old

He’s Carson’s  grandpa even though his ‘son in law’ Carnegie disagrees since Carson by all means is a clone. 

He used to know Lupe!! Back when she was dating USSR superhero Veronika lol

*he uh. Isn’t as racist and prejudiced as he used to be, but still somewhat right-wing when it comes to politics and social issues. He would’ve voted for George Bush in 2000 but would hate Trump is what i’m saying. He still says racist/homophobic shit from time to time but by the time he reconnects with his (very much half-asian) granddaughter he’s…trying. Or at least trying to try lol

AZELFAFAGE

Francis’s dad and ultra powerful alien space sorcerer king >:D Has thousands of kids but Frank and Oz are the most important *shoves all the other kids away*

Was the one who spearheaded the plan with his brothers to kill his dad Aldebaran, and…actually got Lupe to assist him in the titanomachy?? HMMM WHAT HAPPENED THERE

Hates humanity by proxy; his dad basically nuked most of Martian history and culture becuz of his reverence of Earth so Azel’s pride is kinda hurt cuz of it…”WHATS SO GOOD ABT HUMANS?? WE ARE FAR SUPERIOR!!”

While he comes off as just…’stupid’/absentminded and just sex-hungry he’s actually highly intelligent and charismatic. Like if he WANTED to, he’d get rid of humans entirely but he hasn’t- he recognizes his people’s needs and is absolutely willing to subjugate humanity for his planet. Dont assume he’s empathetic tho; he’s still extremely power hungry and self centered.

HATES WOMEN BUT ALSO DOESN’T??? Expresses himself femininely but actively oppresses the female martian population as a form of population control which is hilarious to me. He’s above gender but also Isn’t

Once he meets Francis and realizes that she’s Oz’s twin, Azel immediately deems her the favorite child LMAO. he’s still transphobic as shit towards her tho and refers to her as his ‘son’, which she hates

DIVORCED

Drama queen and will faint at the slightest inconvenience and will throw tantrums

LUPE

*ahem ahem* THE MOST POWERFUL PSYCHIC IN THE WORLD AND TWICE SAVIOR OF HUMANITY, DR LUPE ALTENA!!!!

Has always been into computers and robots, so getting to work on an early Hammond was a dream come true for her. She’s the one who streamlined his coding/android model and mass produced them, and so she’s considered the ‘mother’ of all robots and androids

Before her ADP infection she was considered super goofy and passionate, very much a gremlin

Due to the infection + parasitic eye she’s functionally immortal and sort of trapped in her own mind/body. She LOOKS 48 but in present day she’s 97 years old- the infection has progressed to the point of dementia and due to PSYCHIC BRAIN SHENANIGANS she is no longer ‘LUPE’. So theres the empty shell of Lupe and theres the astral projection Lupe who’s still very much sane and Present but not really. Astral Lupe is busy time traveling rn and shell Lupe disappeared 15 years before the start of the story so go ahead and play the Twilight Zone theme song

Lupe has ALWAYS been aware of/involved with Dez’s existence, and ever since he was born she made him the heir to, well, everything (the city of Necropolis itself and all android technology). Too bad he’s absolutely unaware of this and his relation to her lol. Cringe fail aunt activity

HONEST TO GOD doesn’t wanna kill all the martians but her increasing neurological issues had Hammond take things into his own hands so while HE says she came up with the Grand Plan its honestly a case of unreliable narration; they were the only two in the room when this conversation happened so WHO KNOOOWWS

ULYSSES

Not much to say about her? She’s the current leader of Antumbra and by association is one of the greatest assassins in the world. However its a hokage type situation where she just does a lot of paperwork and deskwork

Always sleepy. She’s so fucking sleepy ong she can sleep anywhere anytime

Martin’s mom but is largely absent in the physical affection/parenting department. She still loves him tho!!

Tries her best to stay a neutral party as a major figurehead of the League by staying out of shit but honestly it could be argued that this makes the politics of the League more complicated

[neshatriumphs]

This cold weather is white supremacy in action. Them people really snatched us from the Motherland and brought us over here where it can get this cold and miserable and I hope they burn extra bright in hell today, while I am cold in fucking Texas.

[oh-munda-kukkad-kamaal-da]

Day was dull. Wanted to, but couldn't study at all for the big test I have on sunday because our house is full of relatives. They literally have no business being here.

Pani puri supremacy 🤌 Glad you had something nice. I had a bland mug of tea because mom gave away my favourite snack to those guests. Now I'm hungry and bitter and cranky and on the verge of jumping out the window.

Hardworking fella you are 🧐 May you prosper. ✨

How's the weather?

Why do you have so many relatives at your home?

Ikrr. I'm so sorry for you. I should really give you a treat someday yk. What is your favourite food?

Thank you thank you. You too😌

Weather sucks. Global warming is hitting hard. Winters aren't supposed to be this warm. I mean it's still a bit cold but it used to be a lot colder

[imperial--orthodoxy]

You know the drill:) :) :)

1-50 weird asks and GO

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

I don't know if "comfort" is the right word, but right now it's probably Ichigo Kurosaki from Bleach and...Boromir from LOTR. Ichigo is currently my favorite main character period and Boromir is....well. He's a deeply flawed character that tries and fails and tries again and manages to do good at the end of his life and I hope I'm able to do the same before I die.

lighter or matches?

I'm a certified pyromaniac, so the answer is yes. I prefer lighters for cigarettes and cigars though, whereas matches, I like launching them off of the lighter strip.

do you leave the window open at night?

Up north, open. Down here...closed. Permanently closed. I hate the weather down here.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? All of them. Skinwalkersmustdieskinwalkersmustdieskinwalkersmu

what color are your eyes?

Blue/Grey

why did you do that?

You think *I* know???

hair-ties or scrunchies?

...niether

how many water bottles are in your room right now? ....none

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

Hot tbh

would you slaughter the rich?

some of them

favorite extracurricular activity?

back in school it was band tbh and I can and should be bullied for it

what kind of day is it?

today was a long day at work unfortunately

when was the last time you ate?

just a couple of bars when I got home since it's a fasting day

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

yes

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

(sorta, not to term yet)

can you drive?

Yes, ignore my friends that say I drive like a maniac I am completely fine I am not an adrenaline junkie I am not -

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

near sighted

what hair products do you use?

whatever is on the shelf. I used to use old spice but I think it's been giving me a reaction lately

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

....I don't think you want me to do that

do you say soda or pop?

yes

something you’ve kept since childhood?

a lot of my books tbh. some of those are in uh...not great shape to my shame

what type of person are you?

I am a piece of shit

how do you feel about chilly weather?

winter supremacy or die

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

sniping off politicians

Ideally if there's not a lot of light pollution I do love looking at stars

perfume/body spray or lotion?

spray, since I'm lazy

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

only all of them

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

Like....5?

do you wear a mask?

nyet

how do you like your shower water?

warm

is there dishes in your room?

no

what type of music keeps you grounded?

church hymns tbh

do you have a favorite towel?

nah

the last adventure you’ve been on?

Hmmmm....good question. The last big one was the honeymoon to Colorado

is there a song you know every word to by heart? They're all metallica songs but several

what’s your timezone?

Central US

how many times have you changed your url?

a stupid amount of times

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

Not you yet, but all of my best friends from high school are still my friends now with 3 of them even being my groomsmen

a soap bar that smells good?

I...don't know actually lmao

do you use lip balm?

nyet

did you have any snacks today?

yes

how do you take your coffee?

depends - if it's typical shit coffee, cream and sugar. If it's good coffee, black

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Bleach Brave Souls, does that count?

what’s your take on spicy foods? I love them

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

*REDACTED* nice try FBI

can you remember what happened yesterday? More or less!

favorite holiday film?

This is cheesy as fuck, but probably The Polar Express or Year Without a Santa Clause

what was the last message you sent?

I think it was me letting my coworker to let me know if I could do anything for him since his mother passed away

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

Uhhhhhhhh....I think it was as a teenager from my Grandfather, or wine from my mother

can you skip rocks?

I can't, unfortunately. I ain't gonna lie, I'm kinda retarded

can i tag you in random stuff?

No you fuck - OF COURSE YOU CAN

ALSO YOU'RE LUCKY I LOVE YOU