#merry yaps ༺♡༻

[newrochellechallenger2019]

pussy to the world or whatever

[telugu-girl-13]

MERRY CHRISTMAS MOOTS!!

[sturniqloo]

♡ MERRY CHRISTMAS ANGELS ♡

▪︎ this has been an big year,with lots of ups and downs for myself but for others too,i came on here just for fun and wanting to explore,in which i succeed but i did sooo much more! i met many new people (some were bad for me LMAO😭) and some who im really happy and glad i did,because they're my friends,who are really the best ppl out there! i immediately felt welcomed into this fandom and im thankful for every moment I've spend on here with you guys! ♡

▪︎ little appreciation time! ☆

▪︎ @chrislilcumslvt the sweetest girl ever,we've been friends for months now and i couldn't be happier with you,you have a big heart and lots of love that you give out! always listening to me yap and just talk about anything to you,you helped me through some of my hard times and i couldn't take you for granted,i love you sosooo much Marls. ♡♡

▪︎ @adoreechxmpion do i even have to comment? my dear Bri,you're one of the strongest woman's I've ever met,that bad bitch that lives in you is something i absolutely love. Always making me laugh even when i wanna cry (and wanting to beat some ppl up for me😭) you're literally everything someone could ask for in a person. Im soso happy i met you and i wouldn't change a thing. I love you Bri baby ♡♡♡

▪︎ @mattslolita Kee my baby,one of the first person I've met and started interacting with,you're the sweetest and nicest person ever! really good friend but also a very kind person,we got along together really quickly like it was meant to be and i believe it was! i love you Kee baby ♡♡

▪︎ @strnilolover GABBYYY my sweet girl,you are everything,we started talking through Bri but got along so fast,and became really good friends that it feels like its been so much longer! you always know what to say to make me smile and feel better when i need it,I can always talk to you about anything,and im so thankful for that. You give me soo much ideas for writing and such,always helping and making sure its alright! You're the best and i want you to remember that! i love you Gabs ♡♡

▪︎ @aether-17 Lulu,you're one of the nicest person here,and also very good to talk to,we became friends really spontaneously but im really glad we are! You're really funny,and interesting,i really enjoy your talks about certain topics cause im really impressed,again i wanna say that its really nice having you as a friend and as someone i can always talk to! I love you Lulu ♡♡

▪︎ @luvleyangeldust BELLAAA pretty girl,you're someone i can talk about non-stop,literally the sweetest and kindest girl ever! i enjoy your posts,and you're such a comfort person for me,you don't get it. Im sososo happy i met you and became close with you,even tho we don't talk much I enjoy being moots and really good friends with you,always remember you're really worth it. I love you Bella ♡♡

▪︎ @sharky-the-idiot literally the nicest,most funny and silly person ever,we met not so long ago but we got close really quickly! i love talking to you,and just getting to know you,you always make me laugh and there isn't a day where i don't think about how happy i am to be friends with a funny and kind person as you are. Keep being yourself angel,and im so thankful to have you as my friend. I love you Sharky ♡♡

▪︎ @flouqiis and last but not least,Luna my baby,you're the first person i actually met here,everything started from you and im so glad it did. i wouldn't change a thing on how we met,we don't talk much usually but you're still someone I would never forget even if i tried to,you're such a nice and sweet girl but a bad bitch in heart and i love that about you. I love you Luna♡♡

▪︎im sorry if i didn't put everyone,but this is just one of my closest friends that i have on here,but also everyone else that i know i love you guys all sooooo much and im glad i met you,yall are the coolest and nicest people ever!! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YALL xoxo ♡♡

[luvlyycy]

merry christmas guys! happy holidays :3

[xxgoldie]

wait shit it;s christmas technically i have to make this festive hang on uhhhhhh (cartoon lightbulb appears above my head)

when you offer to handle christmas dinner for the sons of calydon, lighter immediately offers to help. even if you tell him not to worry, that in the nicest way possible, you find it easier to cook without anyone getting in the way, he will insist. he knows you'll get stressed co-ordinating all the different elements, so he says he's absolutely helping, but you're in charge - anything you need, just say the word, he'll be like an extra pair of hands to you. he really just wanted to help you out, save you some stress and spend some extra time together for the holiday. but instead he spends the entire time trying to act normal and like he doesn't find it obscenely attractive as you order him around the kitchen, the "could you"s and "please"s dropped quickly into the operation. at the end, as you're plating everything up, you thank him, relaxed and sweet again as you tell him you had no idea how you thought you were going to do it without him, while he's still processing the fact he's kinda sad you're not bossing him around anymore

lighter loves it when you boss him around idec. finds it so incredibly hot when you tell him what to do. literally any context, n especially if you're a bit snappy about it. teases you like "aye captain" with a little salute but his heart is mf hammering (plus, teasing gets you more frustrated so you boss him around more)

[deansbeer]

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒 SKIES & 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 TIES

001. ARE WE MORE THAN FRIENDS? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ִ ݁ ♡ .

✸ 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔; four months after you and jensen met.

PAIRING. cowboy!jensen x female reader ꒱

SYNOPSIS. it's been four month since you and jensen met during that stormy december, and now he's around a lot more. between family dinners, stolen moments, and clearing the air about daisy, things between you and jensen are getting sweeter—and a whole lot more complicated.

WARNING(S). fluff | hand-holding | forehead kisses | flirting | romantic tension | developing feelings | playful family teasing | confrontation (toward daisy) | made-up rumors | sisters' tease reader but r supportive of the blossoming relationship | dads' subtle matchmaking attempts | extended family (jensen's family) | past insecurities | self-consciousness | mutual pining | animal interactions (baby foal) | country lifestyle | ranch work references | rural texas.

kari yaps. merry xmas eve! my lil gift to u for the holidays. teehee, i'm already so obsessed w these two, not even kidding. this one is a lil longer than the prologue (obviously) so ur in for a ride !!! i want cowboy!jensen n his charming fine self <3333 yeehaw! 🏇 edit. i don't like how it came out, so im sorry, if it's shitty compared to the prologue :((( + im not feeling as festive & have been crying since earlier over it. anyway, i would hate to ruin anyone else's holiday spirit, so lemme just stop there <3 with that said, i hope ur all enjoying christmas, my loves. and to those who don't celebrate, i hope ur having an amazing day <3

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋����𝐒𝐓. ୨ৎ 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘.

APRIL in texas brought wildflowers and warm breezes, painting the ranch in vibrant colors that made everything feel new again. four exact months had passed since that stormy december day when jensen first walked into your life, and somehow everything was different while staying exactly the same.

"he's coming over again?" hannah teased from her perch on the kitchen counter, watching you fidget with your hair in the reflection of the microwave door. "that's the third time this week."

"his dad and our dad are friends," you muttered, though you couldn't hide the flush creeping up your neck. "they're working on something."

kimberly snorted from the kitchen table. "yeah, working on getting you two married off."

"shut up, kim!"

"girls," your mom warned, but her eyes were twinkling as she kneaded dough for her famous cinnamon rolls. "leave your sister alone. though i must say, alan has been mighty pleased with how well you two get along."

you groaned, dropping your head onto the counter. "can we please talk about literally anything else?"

the sound of tires on gravel saved you from further torment. through the window, you could see alan's truck pulling up, jensen climbing out of the passenger side door. your heart did that annoying little flip it always did when you saw him now, but at least you'd learned to hide it better.

"sweetheart," your mom called as you headed for the door, "why don't you show jensen those new foals while your dad and his dad talk business?"

"subtle, mom. real subtle."

but you were already out the door, the spring air warm on your skin as you jogged down the porch steps. jensen met you halfway, that easy smile of his making your stomach flutter.

"hey," he said softly, like he always did, like it was just for you.

"hey yourself." you nodded toward the stables. "want to see the new additions?"

he fell into step beside you, close enough that your arms brushed. "lead the way."

the past four months had smoothed out most of the awkwardness between you, replaced it with something comfortable but charged with possibility. you'd learned things about him—how he took his coffee (black, two sugars), his favorite time of day (dawn, when the ranch was just waking up), how his laugh changed depending on what made him smile.

"you know," he starts, as you reached the stables, "my aunt martha's been asking about you."

you laughed, remembering the energetic woman from last month's family barbecue. "is she still convinced i need her secret recipe for peach cobbler?"

"she says, and i quote, 'that girl needs to know how to make a proper cobbler if she's gonna be part of this family.'"

your steps faltered slightly, but jensen pretended not to notice. that was another thing you'd learned about him—he knew when to push and when to let things breathe.

"your family's really taken a shine to me, huh?" you said, trying to keep your voice light as you led him to the newest foal's stall.

"can you blame them?" he leaned against the stable door, watching as you checked on the baby horse. "you're pretty easy to like."

before you could respond, a sharp voice cut through the air. "jensen! i thought that was your truck i saw!"

the happy bubble around you and jensen burst at daisy's sharp voice. she stood at the stable entrance like she owned it, her blonde hair perfectly curled despite the texas heat, wearing a sundress that seemed impractical for a ranch visit. your stomach twisted—she looked exactly like the kind of girl who belonged next to jensen.

"daisy." jensen's voice was flat, nothing like the warm tone he'd been using with you moments ago. his shoulders tensed, and he shifted slightly, putting himself between you and her.

"i've been trying to catch you at your place," she said, her boots clicking against the stable floor as she walked closer. each step felt deliberate, calculated. "daddy keeps saying you're never around anymore." her eyes flicked to you, a quick dismissive glance that made your skin crawl. "now i see why."

"been busy," jensen said shortly. you could see the way his jaw clenched, the way it did when he was holding back words. he turned back to you, deliberately showing daisy his back. "speaking of, you were gonna show me those training techniques you mentioned?"

daisy's perfectly painted lips curved into a sneer. "i guess the rumors about you two are true, then? funny, i always thought you had better taste, jensen."

"excuse me?" the words left your mouth before you could stop them.

jensen's hand found yours, squeezing gently. "there aren't any rumors, daisy," he said, his voice stern in a way you'd never heard before. "and even if there were, it wouldn't be any of your business. never has been."

she flushed, anger flashing across her face. "i just thought—"

"you thought wrong," he cut her off. "there was never a 'we', daisy. you decided there was something between us without ever asking me what i wanted. you showed up at my ranch uninvited, tried to insert yourself into my family, and spread rumors when i made it clear that i wasn't interested."

her composure began to crack. "that's not—i never—"

"you told half the county we were dating," jensen continued, his voice steady but angry. "even went as far as making things uncomfortable for everyone, including your dad. and now you're here, on private property, trying to do it again?"

"jensen—"

"you're wrong, daisy," he said firmly. "now, if you'll excuse us, we've got work to do. i'm sure you can find your way out."

daisy's face contorted with anger and embarrassment. "this isn't over," she spat, but her voice wavered. "daddy won't be happy about how you're treating me."

"your daddy knows exactly how i feel," jensen replied calmly. "has for months. why do you think he stopped bringing you around?"

she opened her mouth, closed it, then spun on her heel and stormed off. you could hear her volkswagen beetle engine rev aggressively as she peeled out of the ranch.

silence fell in the stable, broken only by the soft nickering of horses. jensen's hand was still holding yours, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your skin.

"i'm sorry about that," he said finally, turning to face you. "i should've handled that situation better months ago."

"you don't have to apologize," you reassured him. "it's not your fault she..."

"got obsessed?" he supplied with a wry smile. "yeah, well. maybe if i'd been clearer from the start about where my interests lay, she wouldn't have gotten the wrong idea."

your heart skipped. "your interests?"

his free hand came up to cup your cheek, and suddenly you couldn't remember why you'd ever worried about daisy at all.

"listen," he moved closer, his eyes serious. "whatever you heard about me and daisy... it wasn't true. never was. she just... decided things were a certain way, and no matter how many times i told her different, she wouldn't listen."

"oh." you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "i just thought... i mean, everyone said—"

"everyone says a lot of things," he stepped closer, his fingers catching your chin. "but the only girl i've been interested in since last december is standing right here, trying real hard not to look at me."

your eyes snapped to his, heat flooding your face. "jensen..."

"dinner's ready!" kimberly's voice rang out across the yard, making you both jump apart.

jensen laughed, shaking his head. "your sisters have terrible timing."

dinner at your house had become a regular thing, both families crowded around the large oak table your grandfather had built. your mom had outdone herself tonight—pot roast, fresh rolls, and three different kinds of pie.

"this is incredible, melanie," alan said to your mom, helping himself to seconds. "you've outdone yourself."

"oh, it's nothing special," your mom waved him off, but she was beaming. "though, i did try that new seasoning donna suggested."

jensen's mom smiled warmly. "i told you it would make all the difference."

you were seated between jensen and hannah, trying to ignore the knowing looks both your sisters kept shooting your way. jensen's knee pressed against yours under the table, a steady warmth that made it hard to focus on your food.

"remember when these two first met?" your dad chuckled, gesturing between you and jensen. "her in those pajamas of hers, looking like she'd seen a ghost."

"dad!" you groaned as everyone laughed.

"oh, i remember," alan grinned. "jensen came home that very next day talking about—"

"hey, dad," jensen cut in quickly, his ears reddening. "maybe we should talk about something else?"

hannah leaned over to whisper in your ear. "bet he told his daddy all about how pretty y'looked in those shorts."

you elbowed her sharply, but you couldn't help smiling.

after dinner, everyone migrated to the back porch. the texas sunset painted the sky in pinks and purples, the air cooling just enough to be comfortable. you found yourself sitting on the porch swing with jensen, your families' voices creating a comfortable backdrop of chatter.

"so," you said softly, "what exactly did you tell your dad that night?"

jensen groaned. "you're not gonna let that go, are ya?"

"nope."

he was quiet for a moment, then he spoke up, "i told him i'd met the prettiest girl i'd ever seen, even if she was wearing pajamas and looked like she wanted to murder me."

"i did not!"

"sweetheart, you looked at me like i was the devil himself."

"well, you were smirking at me!"

"because you were adorable," he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "still are."

before you could respond, kimberly's voice floated over, "you two want some privacy?"

"kim!" you hissed, but jensen just laughed, his arm sliding along the back of the swing behind you.

"nah," he answered coolly. "just enjoying the view."

your mom then appeared in the doorway, holding a fresh pie. "who wants dessert?"

as everyone headed inside, jensen caught your hand. "hey."

"yeah?"

"just... i'm glad your dad made you help that day. even if you did try to hide from me for weeks after."

you ducked your head, embarrassed. "well, to be fair, i thought you were dating daisy."

"never," he said firmly. "not her, not anyone. been waiting for the right girl."

"is that so?"

his thumb brushed over your knuckles, just like it had that night. "yeah."

"jensen! honey, you want apple or cherry?" his mom called.

he squeezed your hand once before standing, pulling you up with him. "we should get in there before they send out a search party."

"or before my sisters start making more comments?"

"that too." he tugged you closer, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead that left you stunned. "come on, pretty girl. let's go face the firing squad."

later that night, after both families had gone home and your sisters had thoroughly exhausted their teasing, you lay in bed thinking about everything. your mom poked her head in, smiling knowingly.

"you have a good day?"

"mom..."

she sat on the edge of your bed, smoothing your hair back like she used to when you were a little girl. "you know, i remember when i first met your father. he had that same look in his eyes that jensen gets when he looks at you."

"mama," you whined, but you were smiling.

"i'm just saying," she stood, heading for the door. "some things are worth taking a chance on."

as you stared up at the ceiling of your bedroom, you thought about jensen's words, about waiting for the right girl. maybe, just maybe, your mom was right.

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[supremehavok]

Don't you feel like cryin'? (Cry to me)

muse: nanami kento

category: smut, angst

cw: mentions of canon character death, anime/manga spoilers, depression, drinking/drunkenness, brief mention of blood, grinding [I just like the movie Dirty Dancing and I want Nanami to dance on me like that. Sue me], PiV sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, lots of crying [you both cry a little], so so so much longing.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: Omfg I yapped, this was meant to be so much shorter I'm so sorry I can't be stopped. Anyways, I just listened to the song in the car one day and immediately got inspired ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Cry to Me | Solomon Burke 01:42 ───────────●───── 02:34

⇆ ↻ ◁ 𝕀𝕀 ▷ ↺ ♡

When your baby leaves you all alone.

And nobody calls you on the phone...

It takes a long time to come back down from earth after someone you love leaves your life forever, whether that be from a breakup that eventually separates the two souls through circumstances or necessity, or in more extreme cases through death. You can mourn a relationship, mourn the ex-partner, or mourn the person you once were but can’t seem to recognize anymore in the mirror every morning. Seemingly all at once you began to feel these things; some of these thoughts and lingering emotions popped up at the worst times, and then before you knew it, you were drowning in the stupor of depression and anxiety. 

It had only been a year—well, actually, less than a year. You counted down the days until the anniversary. Glancing at the calendar in the kitchen every morning, punishing yourself by allowing yourself to be reminded that almost a year ago you lost someone who was once the soul you held in the highest regard. 

Geto Suguru.

A classmate, a friend, a first love, a nightmare. It was one of those situations where whenever people asked you to recount, you simply couldn’t find the energy to. How do you talk to people about watching the man you thought you knew and trusted with everything from your secrets to your body turn his back on everyone and everything? How do you talk to someone about looking into the sad, bloodshot eyes of the man who made you feel more love than you thought you were capable of accepting and looking into those eyes just before he died in the dark—bloody and defeated?

The answer has yet to be made clear to you. You went on with life after that night; it effectively ruined Christmas. You spent that once-merry holiday curled up in your bed, hoping to sleep away any festivities or reminders of what had transpired less than twenty-four hours prior. You didn’t stop living though; you continued to teach at Jujutsu High. Your students were safe, and that brought genuine joy to your heart. But the heart that beat proudly for your talented students was also a shattered vessel that needed to be repaired. You didn’t want Kento to be under the impression that it was his job to mend your heart, to be there as an emotional crutch. Nevertheless, he was around, acting as calm as ever whenever he stood beside you and fought back the urge to take your hand into his and tell you that he’d never leave you. 

For Kento, it just felt too superfluous. You had never indicated that you returned the feelings he spent years feeling for you. As budding jujutsu sorcerers still learning to use your techniques and going on missions when you still believed you were making a difference, it was a pivotal time in your lives, and the one thing that clouded many of Kento’s memories of it were the aches and yearns to be with you, to have you see him as more than your junior and friend. But that never happened. Kento understood why, and in the fashion of the reasonable person he was, he could never find it in him to resent you. He simply swallowed his lingering thoughts and instead cherished the days he spent seeing you walk down the halls of Jujutsu High. Giving him a bright smile as your paths crossed. 

When Geto left without many words, only leaving behind a trail of bodies, Kento was convinced he’d never see you smile again. He became used to seeing that drained, hollow look in your eyes up until your paths diverged—he left to become a salaryman, and you went off to explore the few avenues jujutsu sorcery had to offer you.

Now your paths were converging again. Kento lived in the same world as you once more. In many ways, he was now your lifeline; he didn’t say it in many words, but he made it clear that your well-being was on his list of priorities. Despite all of it, you still felt like you lived in a world alone. The calendar in your kitchen mocked you, and the holiday lights being strung up across many of your neighbor’s roofs mocked you. You wanted to hide away, but you knew you couldn't, and it just served to piss you off even more.

When you're all alone in your lonely room.

And there's nothing but the smell of her perfume...

It had been approximately five days since you drunkenly dialed numbers into your phone and called Kento at the most ungodly hour of the night. You were too sloshed to realize that this was one of the worst decisions you could have made at the time. Even as you continuously shifted positions around on your head, one minute letting your head hang off the edge and the other with your head nestled in the clutter of pillows at the foot of the mattress, you did not stop to think of the things you were rambling off into the receiver. They weren’t even particularly funny things; in fact, they were pretty sad. Maybe that’s why Kento didn’t sigh heavily into the phone and encourage you to drink water and go to bed. It was the right thing to do, right?

Any sane person would stay on the line after someone they know calls them, and the first words that spill from their lips are “Do you suppose…Do you suppose? Do you think that, fuck, do you think that we are given one chance at happiness? And if you fuck it up, is that just it?”. The words were clumsy and sounded like it took a lot of effort to come out of your mouth. Kento decided that it would just be best if he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up in his bed. He hugged his phone between his ear and shoulder as he threw the covers from his body and resigned to the task he was putting himself on. 

He listened to you ramble a bit more about what you had been feeling recently, the dark cloud of depression feeding you thoughts of emptiness. Kento knew why you had been so off recently and why there was this sudden shift in your behavior, but he wouldn’t bring it up until you did.

“It’s almost Christmas Eve,” you said while pouring the now lukewarm bottle of vodka into your glass for an ill-advised refill.

“It’s almost Christmas Eve,” he repeated. His voice was fatigued from his interrupted slumber, but he was also careful to sound gentle when he spoke to you. Many people would calm Kento blunt, self-serious, or inflexible. Maybe those were all true, but he never wanted you to be on the receiving end of that impression of him. He understood his personality, and he knew you did as well. Others could call him rude or rigid, but you never seemed to. That’s how he knew you were paying attention to him, that you understood him like very few others did.

Kento knew this would be a hard obstacle to get over. He didn’t doubt that you thought of Geto often. Whether the memories you held onto were pleasant or not wasn’t his business. Either way, you were grieving, and he extended his support to you. Somewhere along that way, you began to feel a pang of something that actually scared you for a while. Out of nowhere, you felt more and more drawn to being beside Kento. You long to see him where he was gone, to smell the classic scents of his cologne, or to just feel the way you felt when he was nearby. You spent so long feeling this cold, gray cloud hang over your head, but Kento was the sun that emerged from beyond the clouds and warmed your skin. 

It truly did scare you to think that you harbored these feelings for him. You sometimes felt like you weren’t ever allowed to find happiness with someone again. It was completely false, but your mind scolded you for it anyway. But no amount of chastising could do away with these stubborn thoughts. Eventually, they escalated into daydreams and vivid dreams on restless nights. You needed him, you wanted him badly. You knew it was a bad idea to dial his number and disturb him in the middle of the night with your slurred words and pathetic hiccups.

“I just want to be happy again. To feel again.” you expressed your vulnerability fluently as your drink moved past your lips and burned as it went down your throat.

“You will be happy,” he said it as if he were absolutely certain. Maybe to him, it was because he wouldn’t ever stop trying to make you happy. 

You sniffled, running the back of your hand harshly across your nose. You finally set your glass down and surrendered to your ever-growing fatigue. With your phone still pressed to your ear, you laid back down on your bed. You looked up at the ceiling, and for a while no one said anything. You wanted to scoff at Kento’s ridiculous notion that eventually you’d be alright. How would he know? 

“You’re just saying that,” you insisted softly, nearly losing the words entirely as your mouth was too lazy to get them out firmly. “Thank you, though. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you around,” you wanted to say so much more. Your heart was thumping like a frantic rabbit in your chest. You were so drunk you could have said anything, something less insane than, “I love you.”

But you didn’t. You could have said anything else, but you didn’t. You chose to throw all of your cards out onto the table. You couldn’t see it, but on the other side of the phone, Kento winced at your words. You would never take a drunk confession of love seriously, even though he desperately wanted to. He wanted to believe that you loved him. He needed to hear you say it out loud with a clear mind, to see your face and touch your skin as you said it right in front of him.

It had been five days since all of that transpired. Five days for it all to sink in and for you to dial his number again after you were settled comfortably on your couch. Your record player buzzing in the background and the bumps of your heartbeat were all that filled your ears as you waited for him to answer the call. When he finally did all that you wanted to say, it spilled out without warning.

“I love you,” you said quickly, “and I’m sorry.” 

It confused him. Why would you be sorry? He certainly wasn’t. You were sober and still in love with him, it was a godsend. 

“I love you, and I’m not sorry,” he said after an agonizing bout of silence. “Can I say it to you in person?”.

“Please”.

You don't ever have to walk alone, you see.

Come on, take my hand, and baby, won't you walk with me?...

It felt like it happened all at once. A millisecond in time. One minute you were alone in your quiet home, and the next you were opening the door for Kento. One event after the other is like clockwork. It didn’t take much, just the stillness of the room coupled with the longing eye contact. You both let go of the deep breaths you were holding before throwing all hesitancy aside. Kento held you tightly in his arms as you shared your first kiss. It was a kiss he had dreamt about, one that he tried to picture in his head many times in his youth. He was so overwhelmed he didn’t even realize that you both were crying as your lips met. Salty tears mixed into the tastes of your tongues meeting in the middle. 

The beats of the record playing in your living room made up the soundtrack of the dance between your lips. Your hands wandered with a vice-like grip as they felt the hardness of his shoulders and the softness of his neck. The feeling of your featherlight touch on the sides of his neck made a shiver run down his spine—it was a welcomed feeling of excitement. With your arms moving up to lazily drape around his neck. Kento became fully enraptured in your loving, desperate embrace.

He could feel your hips move against his middle. The friction goes to the hits of the soulful drums and organ keys. As he broke away from the kiss, he rested his forehead on yours, sharing in the same breaths as you while the tips of your noses nudged. There was security in his hold on your waist. A promise. He was not going anywhere. You fight back the urge to moan out against his lips where his thigh is pushed between yours—your middles brushing hotly in a pleading waltz. He held you to him firmly, and you could feel his body reacting to yours.

It was all a hot blur until your back hit the plush mattress of your bed and Kento was crawling up your body to meet your lips again. He kissed you as if he believed he’d die if he stopped. You decided not to think too much. You decided to simply let your body do what felt right. And what felt right was to say Kento’s name like a prayer as his thick, hard cock stretched you out. Your fingers fisted his sandy hair like the reigns of a saddle. You decided not to think too much, and it was amazing. To be blissed out as Kento shared eye contact with you; to know that you were both thinking the same thing. You both thought this would never happen, and you’re both shocked at how foolish it was to delay it. Kento fucked you like it was his job. A job he would gladly do until he drew his last breath.

Kento buried his face into your neck as his hips took on a job of their own. He moved with a fervor and passion he rarely sought to showcase. He was rutting against you, searching for every last morsel of delicious friction he could have. He gladly buried himself as deep as he could in your pussy. If he could stay here forever, he’d never leave this bed. He’d wanted you since you were both so young, and you spoke to him in passing. He’d never stopped wanting you, even long after he had convinced himself he’d never be yours.

Once he found that he couldn’t hold out any longer, his thrusts became erratic, with no rhyme or reason to the pattern, just desperate sputters coupled with loud pleas.

"I need it, fuck, I need it. I need you.” Kento begged for something he didn’t need to grovel for. You were a mess beneath him. Your tears hadn’t stopped after the kiss. Your cheeks were damp and your throat felt dry. You didn’t cry for your losses or for distant memories. You were crying from the fluttering feeling that was erupting in your chest when you looked into Kento’s eyes and saw unbridled affection. You were crying because you felt better right here and now than you had felt in months. You were crying from being taken by the man who has kept you in the back of his mind for ten years.

You fucked each other until neither of you could move from your position on the bed. The sweat sticking to your skin, damp between the legs. Every time he tried to slip out of you and roll over, you held him tighter.

“Not yet,” you muttered each time.

The feeling of his hard back against your soft fingers was addicting. He chucked softly against your shoulder. He knew he’d probably fall asleep like this, inside you, fully content and exhausted. Before your eyes closed to cap off the night, the last thing you could hear over the dulcet tones of Kento’s soft snores was your record concluding with a hearty scratch.

[velisle]

merry christmas! 🎄🎁✨ can you brainrot a little (or a lot…?) about darius in the answer to this ask? :3c

aww thank you for the sweet ask anon! ⁠♡

major spoilers, theories, yapping utc

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omg you don't know how badly i want to run my fingers through his hair. i mean look at this?!

no, do not get distracted by that stupid smile. focus. on. the. hair. it looks so SO fluffy. i just wanna mess it up and get it to cover his eyes or brush back his bangs and smoooch his forehead!!

also want to make him wear one of these ↑↑

he'd be the cutest boy in veli town.

moving on to the face... his cheeks are squishable material. meant to be pinched and pulled at as he does to ours. i need to nuzzle my cheek against his. wait that's almost like pet behaviour...

cybird give him a pouting sprite WHEN??

I think it's pretty much established we all want his fur coat for ourselves. he looks sm prettier without it anyway <3

ɪɪ. ‧₊˚ ☁️ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ + ꜰᴏᴏᴅ🍦ּ ֶָ֢.

now this looks like hell to solve but i'm low-key considering getting a milk puzzle cus of him...

crack hc time: dari drinks a cup of milk every night before he goes to eep. i'd say he dips a few cookies in it too. but he doesn't like dry food such as biscuits... altho maybe it'd be bearable to eat since they'd be more soaked?

on his card it says that he likes food that's difficult to make or obtain. and in the recent jp event, he's stated that one of his favourite food is mille feuille glacé.

on the other hand, we also find out somewhat why he doesn't like potatoes: apparently he's eaten them so much (in his past presumably) that he's sick of them, and never wants to eat them again. yes he literally says this.

which leads me to my very self indulgent theories about his past. it's pretty clear he comes from a well-to-do family, such as he knows proper table manners (but purposefully ignores it), wears luxurious clothes, choice of weapon, had his birthday celebrated a great many times etc.

perhaps there was a figure who forced him to do things, such as eating potatoes (there'd be no reason for him to force himself to eat it unless there was nothing else left to eat) and confining to the rules of nobility. so maybe eating messily is his way of rebelling and showing he has more control over his life now?

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he's clearly a two faced character. even if someone hadn't played ikevil, you could tell there's something fake and off-putting about him, his actions, the way he speaks. especially his voice.

there's often themes or analogies to a child made in his content when it comes to his behaviour. ex: pouting, tilting his head, resting his chin on a hand, pinching kate's cheeks, drooped head and shoulders when he's 'sad'.

like a child, he does things on a whim, simply because he wants to for his own pleasure. he doesn't care much for other's opinions.

quite a few times, you'll notice "rewards for good children" and "punishments for the bad ones" being brought up in his bond stories, voicelines, events, etc. I'm not sure if this will be lost in translation when it comes to EN server or if they'll go a different direction with it. again i feel like this all comes back to his past with his family.

he's lowkey giving yandere vibes like elbie and ellis too. has jokingly mentioned about wanting to send kate to germany on a couple occasion but bro, i don't think it's a joke anymore.

in regards to the way he keeps labelling non cursed people as "humans"... i think it could be because he's very alienated or distant with his own emotions. he's not able to put a name to the feelings kate makes him feel. warmth, compassion, love, so rawly human. he constantly speaks about humanity as a whole, as if he's excluded from the rest, as if he's not one of them.

anyway thank you to anon for giving me an excuse to ramble about my favourite :3

[sprldreams]

merry criimus! whats ur favorit way to be served by a submissive?

Hi~ Merry Christmas

I'm not sure if I have a good answer, but I'm terribly bored, so I'll yap a bit.

Honestly, I value tender care and comfort way more than any specific act of service. Despite this being a horny posting blog, emotional intimacy ends up being orders of magnitude more important to me than physical.

Second my personal philosophy is that being a "dom" should be more about caring and giving than receiving. It might seem a bit counterintuitive and in some dynamics this is more subtle than others~

That long yap out of the way, some "fun" acts of service I enjoy~

🚿 A cute sub sinking to their knees in the shower

⛓️ Them doing degrading things purely for my enjoyment ♡ The actual things I would like probably depend a lot on the person or dynamic though

📸 Sending pictures because they look cute or want to distract me so I hurry home

🧽 More "normal" acts of service like doing the dishes because I hate doing them 🤭 but I will cook soo it balances out~

Probably I could go on forever though. I'm not sure if I can pick a favorite ~ it really depends on the person and dynamic I think. Thanks for the ask ♡

[newrochellechallenger2019]

lily's drawing of art and tashi playing tennis? I'M SICK TO MY STOMACH

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art donaldson's boner makes a cartoon 'boing' noise when it appears send tweet

[newrochellechallenger2019]

new art donaldson lore just dropped

[newrochellechallenger2019]

IM LOSING MY MIND OVER THE JEWELRY BEING HIS OWN AND THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELET??? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS???

[newrochellechallenger2019]

a monumental achievement if i do say so myself

[newrochellechallenger2019]

watching the new challengers interview but all i can do is stare at mike faist wistfully like he's a long lost lover or something

[newrochellechallenger2019]

rewatched west side story last night and now i can't stop thinking about how apparently mike faist treated paloma garcia-lee (graziella) like his actual girlfriend on set to make it more realistic !!!