#m/k

[fighting-these-demons]

Focusing more on the person flaunting their great wealth before the struggling OP

M/K college AU Biochemical Magnetism (Lab Partners)

What if Kyoji and Andrew were roommates?

😁💖

I've been thinking about how they likely dated in undergrad before Andrew met his wife.

What if they started as roommates with a situation like this?

[caffeineivore]

Terminal

Liminal spaces Pt 4, M/K, PG13-ish? The end...?!

That the flight is re-routed to Detroit for the weather is unwelcome news, but not a complete surprise. Flying anywhere in the northern United States in January meant rolling the dice with Mother Nature, and Kane Grantham can do little but grumble as he disembarks with the rest of the passengers into the deserted terminal at DTW at the indecent hour of 10:29PM. To add insult to injury, the airport is perforce their port of entry into the country on the flight from Heathrow, and not only does the airline not provide hotel and transportation reimbursement for the weather-induced flight delay, but he and everyone else has to drag themselves through Customs and Border Protection at roughly an hour to midnight.

Naturally, everyone is testy and tired, which just makes the process drag on even longer. By the time Kane is declared not-a-terrorist and his personal effects are returned to him, it is twenty minutes to midnight and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the snow is falling steadily. Kane opens up the Uber app, and even with the unholy late-night premiums, there are no drivers available. A search for hotels is equally unpromising. Jet-lagged, hungry and wearing a non-blizzard-grade peacoat over his suit and wingtips, he sinks down into one of the seats in the terminal with a sigh.

"Well, this sucks, doesn't it? And I was so hoping to get home and indulge in a bubble bath with a glass of wine."

The melodious female voice sounds next to him, the tones friendly and the accent vaguely American. He glances over to see the trim blonde figure of a young woman wearing the navy blue skirt suit of a flight attendant complete with a jaunty red ascot that precisely matches the ribbon in her hair. She's seated one chair away from him, the only other person in the terminal, and gives him a wry yet cheerful sort of grin. "Oh well. It is what it is, hmm?"

That's an Americanism that he doesn't quite understand, so he settles for a shrug and a nod. "You're stranded too, I take it?"

"Honey, we're all stranded until tomorrow, but might as well make the best of it." She stretches out a pair of very slim, very nice legs (not that he's paying them any mind) and kicks off her stiletto heels with a sort of forwardness that he's not accustomed to, but then again, who the deuce could blame her, at this hour? Certainly, he's dying to get comfortable himself, and he's not the one freezing his arse off in a knee-length skirt. That done, she rifles in her bag, and pulls out several packets of those ubiquitous airplane biscuits, offers him one. "Hungry?"

"I am, rather. Thank you, miss."

"You'd think I'd get tired of Biscoff, but it never fails in a pinch." Somewhere, somehow, she also procures two mini bottles of water, a few slightly-squashed granola bars.

The two of them eat an objectively unappetizing dinner at the hour of midnight in the cotton-wrapped silence of that snowy airport terminal, and yet it's satisfying in a way that Kane doesn't quite understand. She's rather beautiful, despite-- or perhaps of-- the lateness of the hour. The sort of woman that one took to the ballet and bought flowers for, back home. But he's never been a ladies' man even in broad daylight, in a raucous pub. Certainly not in the middle of nowhere, in a town that both of them had no business in, on a snowy night.

"Thanks for the bite to eat," he finally says, because it felt necessary to acknowledge her-- acknowledge SOMETHING. "I do hope you get home soon."

"We'll all be on our way in the morning, won't we?" She tilts her head to the side, gives him a smile with something strangely wistful in it. "You'd best get some rest, sweetie. You're stuck here with me tonight."

Kane is reasonably certain that he'd never been called 'sweetie' ever before, not even once, in his whole life. Certainly not by a pretty blonde with her bare feet propped up on top of her suitcase, assiduously unpinning her cornsilk hair in a way that is far more distracting than it was ever meant to be. At this distance, it smells faintly like the types of windblown, summery wildflowers that grow far away from London's prim streets. Had he been smoother, more clever with his words, he might have come up with something flirtatious to say in response. But it's so quiet, and the terminal is rather like a different, tiny world where no one else existed and time meant very little, and he feels his eyelids grow heavy as he slouches down in his chair. The last thing he recalls himself saying, as he settles into the folds of his coat, is a mumbled, "I don't mind."

It's the sound of luggage wheels on the buffed floors that snaps him awake, and when he opens his eyes, the sun has come up. The terminal, though still empty, is showing signs of returning to life as a nattily-dressed gate agent takes his spot at the podium. Kane's suitcase and messenger bag are still right next to him, precisely where he'd left them.

Tucked securely around his shoulders, slightly scratchy but warm and fragrant with a delicate whiff of wildflowers, is an airline issue blanket, navy blue, the colour of her skirt suit. The girl herself is nowhere to be seen, and he wonders if she's on her way home already, to that bubble bath and glass of wine. He wonders where 'home' is, for her.

He wonders, for the first time in his staid and orderly life, if he's going mad and imagined the episode last night, then dismisses that as a laughable notion. Certainly the world wasn't so cruel, so terminally hopeless, that a woman so lovely only appeared in one's dreams.

[brawlite]

one of my favorite things about krycek is that he allows mulder an opportunity to be mean

[thewebcomicsreview]

[pleasedaddy1]

harder please

[straycatj]

Boopいっぱいもらったです　ありがとさまです

Thanks for your Boop!

[darknesspervades]

Jonathan “deeply annoying child” Sims autism vs Martin “keeps trying to touch the explosive” Blackwood ADHD

[wettbunnyy]

turning a sub on and then degrading them for it >>>>

putting your hand over their mouth to cover up those little noises (or better yet shoving their face into a pillow!) and scolding them for making them in the first place

when they get greedy and start grinding on your tongue so you start licking and sucking harder, grabbing onto their thighs when they try and squirm away, “i thought you wanted more? you’re getting more, stupid slut.”

making fun of the noises coming from between their legs, making them aware of how wet they are/how much precum they’re leaking, just letting them focus on those lewd sounds and get all embarrassed

grabbing their face to make them look you in the eye while you grope them harder, no matter how much they blush

putting one, two, three fingers in and telling them off for being so easy to fill

forcing their legs open and slapping their thighs for even trying to hide from you

loveeee when a silly brat tries to hide that i’m turning them on, because they know i’ll find out and see past their poor little poker face. and ofc you’ve gotta punish them for trying to be sneaky <3

[uhzuku]

big beefy men who whine for you to let them cum! big beefy men who whimper while you bounce on their lap! big beefy men who hold onto the furniture and beg to “please, please let me touch you!” big beefy men who cry from how good it feels! big beefy men who hide their faces in embarrassment from the noises they make on accident! big beefy men who cling tight to you while fucking you so they can be as close as possible! big beefy men who whine and beg for you to give them a kiss while they’re balls deep! big beefy men who

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[fighting-these-demons]

Extra Credit Locker Room Talk

I'm sorry lmao

[caffeineivore]

One Heart, One Mind - Chapter 1 - caffeineivore - Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon [Archive of Our Own]

I wrote a thing while I was on vacation. Prequel/sequel/companion piece of the R/J I did for one of the bangs. M/K tropey trash.

[jijis-palace]

i love shameless sluts that don't even realize they're a freak. however i also love repressed sluts that turn red and stutter if you do something too dirty. you see my issue here.

[diioonysus]

green is the fresh emblem of well founded hope. in blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest

[pleasedaddy1]

Thank you Daddy