#millennium cross

[theadventurouslife4us]

The tallest Cross in the world, The Millennium Cross

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Rosedale Millennium Cross on Heygate Bank, Rosedale. North York Moors NP

📸 by @MaureenPlatts /via X

[wingfril]

My last page— an iconic moment for the red & mana arc, for @dgm20thproject

I got too excited about drawing red and mana and especially the apo guy that I completely forgot about cosimov and the ringmaster and the potion and ahhh so much. By the time I realized it was two days from the deadline and I had no will power to do so much drawing in ~1.5 days. This is also the first time I’ve drawn two characters interacting with each other!

I really wanted to have apocryo guy towering over everyone else and for him to look very unsettling. Maybe I succeeded too much..? He’s the one literally pulling the strings. And to contrast that with a very warm but sad hug between red and mana. Road and cross are looking behind both suit and red and mana because they’re both just observing the situation. Red’s arm is to the side because it important but what’s more important is the love that mana has for red 🥹

I should’ve add cosimov holding the viel ToT

This is my favorite piece personally, but I think most people liked page 112 more :’)

Looking at it again in two month, I cannot get over how out of place the apo guy looks, so here’s some remixes and close ups (the canvas is 4.2k by 6.2k pixel lol) because the details got crunched

[yama-does-art]

That one time, Starscream fights a human…

In the Transformers Skybound there is a scene where Starscream faces down human pilot. Well in a spin off series called Duke, there is the same scene from the human's perspective. Spoilers and analysis below the cut.

I love how both comics portray the same event from two different perspectives.

Top Row: Duke Issue #1 Bottom Row: Transformers Skybound Issue #2

In Duke, a story about a soldier who recounts a harrowing tale with an alien life form, you can feel the dread when the pilots make contact. When Starscream is shadowed out with only his maniacal smile, you get the sense of how overwhelming Cybertronians are compared to humans. The color palette sets the tone of a deeply traumatized man trying to make sense of what has happened.

Compared to the Transformers comic, everything is so bright and vivid. From the lush forest, to the blue sky, even the bots themselves. Then you see Starscream up against humans. Look at him, throwing planes around, having such a good time. Its all fun and games until the visceral "SPLAT" of a dead pilot. This scene does a few things. One, it's fun. Who doesn't want to see everyone's favorite trash bird tear things up. More importantly , it further showcases Starscreams' wanton cruelty and disregard for life. Two, it touches on the comics commentary on war and violence. The blood and gore in contrast to the scenic backdrop of Earth is suppose to be jarring.

Finally, notice how each comic deals with the death of the human. In Duke, the panels are framed on the the sole survivor. That makes sense. This comic is about Duke and his reaction to facing a metal Goliath. Where as the Transformers comic, audience views the act from the perspective of the surviving pilot, as if to say, this is only the beginning. As the action is pulled back, the tone gets light, more hopeful. The nameless human lands a good shot and Starscream gets his comeuppance. In spite of everything, humanity survives.

If I wasn't clear, Duke is the sole survivor. While I'm not a big fan of G.I.Joe (which the miniseries is based on) I would recommend for this this scene alone. All in all, great read and an interesting exercise of how different POVs can change a story.

[aubadeatelier]

This year 2024, a bunch of people in the DGM fandom gathered for a secret santa event-- or a Secret Lero Gift event rather! I made one for cylinderhat/ms_anya. They're on Twitter! please show their amazing art some love!

I was given the prompt of Mana organizing a play and making everyone participate and this somehow turned into playing a little bit of dress up with the characters. (Yes, that is an interpretation of a 'younger' Cross in a dress. And yes, it was fun to design!)

Happy Holidays everyone and may the year ahead be promising and wonderful!

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Last Line Tag L

holy shit thats fifty last lines. damn ANYWAY i was tagged by the lovely @writingrosesonneptune!! thank you so much :D

this bit is from the end of an isa POV chapter in goddess-touched <3 can't think of content warnings off the top of my head rn but it involves loud arguing with an old woman about the death penalty

“But you didn’t think for a fucking second in the last two months that it might be fucking helpful to know who was helping her?” Lakia’s words crack like a whip, the plants all around the courtyard writhing along with her anger, thorns growing out of tomato vines and carrot sprigs and even the walls, as the wood paneling revives itself with her rage. “They’re dead,” Xavi snaps, arms crossed tightly under his cloak as his foot taps relentlessly on the glass of the clockface in the ground. “It’s done. You could be putting all this--” he waves to the garden “--to something more productive, kid.” “If they’re dead,” she spits, “the world needs to know their names so we can fucking drag them through every pile of mud and shit that ever has been and ever will be. And if they’re not--” “Then what?” Mags says, the paper-bead bracelets on her wrists rattling as she folds her arms and sticks up her chin. “Tell me, what would you want us to do? Kill them?” She tsks. “You don’t want a world where the government can do that on such short notice.”

i'll tag @vacantgodling, @writeblrfantasy, @sleepyowlwrites, @authoralexharvey, and @ashen-crest!! as always, absolutely 0 pressure to play, and this doubles as an open tag if you've been looking for an excuse and/or want me to see what you have to share <3

[maskedjoker]

Alright so I want to talk about some fandom stuff since I've been getting back into it with a few people/places. It seems like some old issues are still kind of around. The biggest thing is we all have been in this thing for a while, and it's been so slow I think we've all kind of made our own theories and views we keep most of the time. We all then "check in" when chapters do actually come out and since we are all very invested in the story and in more closed groups the rest of the time there is conflict.

Now I'm well past being upset by differences in story interpretation. We can all enjoy dgm without agreeing on everything, especially all the unrevealed stuff. I don't like it all the time, but it's perfectly fine.

What's bugging me most is there seems to be some inconsistency to how people treat certain characters/ideas. There is A LOT of headcanonning and fans of the past! crew like Allen, Nea, and Mana as well as Cross(and bookman Jr if you interpret them as separate, though I personally do not). People get very defensive of their relationships and circumstance when it comes to debate. This is on its own not so great, but not particularly a problem either. Trust me, I get character offense.

I'll just cut to the point and say it though, the main reason this becomes a problem is people seem to care about characters in order of attractiveness. I've been a fan of The Earl/Adam since almost the beginning of the series, and it's been hell. People have never treated him with the same care or thought they do to other characters, despite him being very central and important to the story. I'll also say before anything more that no, he's not more amoral than the other villains, so that doesn't matter here.

Being disinterested would be one thing, but it's usually more than that. When this stuff started it was just basically calling him Hitler(pre mana stuff) and treating him much worse than the other Noah(like tyki). Later on, when his human form was revealed, people jumped into basically replacing him with mana. Let me be clear, I don't mean they realized the connection. I mean they were actively ignoring the current character(personality/goals/identity) in favor of mana walker or Campbell's personality, and would only reasonably talk about the earl in context of Nea or Allen in the past. Memory loss or no, the actual earl was treated as a non-character that only existed as a way to recreate other characters. The stuff around 219 was especially rough as most people did not even consider what the earl said or felt, it was just about Sad Mana Is Confused TM and should go back to being like him right now. This was done with no consideration of Mana's feelings towards Adam or Adam's feelings towards Mana.

Now that we have confirmation from hoshino that there is a third entity, that his name is adam, and that he's basically past!earls Noah memories+suit as well as having his own autonomy and personality, people are still treating him poorly. I have had people assert to me he doesn't have a soul OR separate personality and isn't the earl(?) because Mana is. Now that he can be separated from Mana, it's back to treating him as Evil and Not A Person. He's an AI or a machine or fake in some way, despite him basically being the only character we've ever known as the earl. Those same people also assumed, somehow, that when the story said the earl was being used by the other Noah without his knowledge that he was somehow Not Included and was actually both aware and part of this betrayal on Mana. That's not to say there is no crossover with Mana, because they've shared a body for some time and Mana is his host after all, etc. That doesn't excuse these behaviors though.

And all of that nonsense is because frankly, people don't want to bone him. They look at his design(suit form usually, but not always) and immediately assume Evil and Gross despite the story's themes, writing, and Hoshino's own words against it. Ive literally had people say as much, especially when talking about shipping. He is actively pushed away from character groups or dynamics people actually talk about. The only other character treated even remotely similar are characters that don't like Allen(like chaoji, some of you must have been around long enough to remember the hate he got at the time) and/or are perceived as not attractive(like apo or Leviare). I don't think it's justified there either.

It's just really getting me down that a really well written and interesting character that is quintessential to the narrative is basically shit on, while people clutch their pearls if Cross or Allen's back stories are a little different than they expected. I expect this from young teens and the like but this fandom has frankly aged out of that a long time ago and it's not cute anymore

[tyki-mikk-and-his-prickly-dick]

In a silly goofy mood, one might say...

[centralkvetchmonolith]

Genuine questions: why is it useful to hold (the negation of) this as a blanket statement? What is the meaning of "queer" here? Why is that attractive to every single person encapsulated by "aros", such that saying otherwise is to be threatened with death? What *is* universal to the experience of aromantic people, such that they all by default fit the meaning of "queer"? I can think of defensible, meaningful, internally consistent answers to all those questions, but I think the people reblogging this should also do that. It's important to always have a thread back to "what does The Discourse mean?"

Cuz this has approximately the same vibes (i.e. inherent bearing on normal people's lives and reflection of the material experience of queerness (or, in the upcoming example, Christianity)) as "'The Son isn't consubstantial with the Father-' GUILLOTINE GUILLOTINE GUILLOTINE"

"Aros aren't queer-" GUILLOTINE GUILLOTINE GUILLOTINE GUILLOTINE GUILLOTINE GUILLOTINE GUILLOTINE GUILLOTINE

[brianbachochin]

Going through the mailbag

[nepalenergyforum]

Nepal's DPM Poudel Discusses Key Projects with MCC Chief Executive Officer

Washington DC (USA), Oct. 25: Deputy Prime Minister and Minister for Finance Bishnu Prasad Poudel has held a meeting with Chief Executive Officer (CEO) of Millennium Challenge Corporation (MCC) Alice P. Albright in Washington DC, USA on Thursday. The Embassy of Nepal in Washington DC stated that discussions were held regarding the MCC projects in Nepal being implemented under the MCC Compact…

[theadventurouslife4us]

Millennium Cross, Vodno, Macedonia

[keycomicbooks]

Aria Angela #1 (2000) Joe Quesada Variant, Brian Holguin Writer, Jay Anacleto Artist, The Cross-over of the Millennium!

#Aria #Angela #1 (2000) #JoeQuesada Variant, #BrianHolguin Writer, #JayAnacleto Artist, The Cross-over of the Millennium! This mini-series is a two issue crossover where Kildare meets Angela, the angel who appeared in #Spawn. https://www.rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/Aria%20Angela.html#1 Website Link In Bio Page If Applicable. SAVE ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA, FLORIDA #KeyComicBooks #ImageComics #ImageUniverse

[nascentwaves]

"Exodia support...that's actually viable!!"

[courfeyrac-apaladin]

It had been centuries, nearly a millennium since he was turned, way back in the 200s AD, he’d been initiated into vampirism by a fellow druid a friend and former lover who he still kept in touch with from time to time when they crossed paths. He’d seen empires rise and fall, civilizations become extinct. He had fallen in love with mortals, only to have them refuse the gift of immortality and grow old and die before his eyes, or take it and then grow tired of him and move on. He had sworn off of being romantically involved with humans, he stayed in the shadows, hunted those who deserved to die, and watched humans from afar. Except on this night, when he like a few other times in the cold months sucked into a cafe, desperate to feel warm again as he had felt beside the dire with his kin when he was a human.

Courfeyrac was only planning to stay at the cafe for a few moments, but as the air got colder he decided he was going to make the most of the warm cafe and the hot coffee. When he heard the door open and a very handsome man walk in, he was very pleased with his decision. He watched him with a smile, waiting to see if the man was staying before he would approach.

[fushiguho]

₊˚✩⊹ Professor!Kento Part 2

Woah! Slow down, read part 1 first!

4:34 PM

Back and forth your feet sway before you, your gel pen mindlessly rapping against the dilapidated wooden desk upon which you restlessly slouch. Once more, your eyes are flitting toward the bright, digital clock abut the wall, seconds passing like millennium. Class ended four minutes ago and your physics professor unhurriedly paces the frigid lecture hall, blathering on about an assignment you’ve already completed.

That poor, swollen clit is throbbing. Beneath your desk, your thighs press together in fruitless attempts to lull the monotonous ache. It has been a paltry three hours since you’ve last seen him and you cannot rid the thought of your professor reduced to nothing but wet, babbling mess and for you. Over and over and over again the reel of Nanami’s thighs sprawled, pearlescent beads of hot arousal spilling down your knuckles makes your head spin.

To be such a worthy and distinguished figure, decorated with various awards and accolades, who’s even recognized amongst his peers as the epitome of wits and professionalism; and to wield such great power and authority, of course no one would expect such… debauchery. And you, to witness the way he merely crumbled beneath your fleeting touch, melting into nothing but a gasping, bucking mess — to be the one who’s responsible makes your stomach sink.

However, there remains a side of the Dr. Nanami Kento that you have yet to encounter. A version of himself that would destroy his entire career for a mere taste of your skin and you would let him. You want him to do whatever it is he’s denying himself. Whatever it is he was repressing when you drooled all over his cock earlier. The thought makes your legs cross, arousal pooling between your thighs. You have got to get out of here. And maybe it’s that same arousal that has you blindly gathering your belongings, haphazardly shoving your school supplies into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder and discreetly slipping out of the room. A girlish smile adorning your face as you skip across campus, mind racing.

4:41 PM

Curiously, you peek through the cracked door of his office. Another student sits across from him, a girl. You’re silent as you observe their conversation. She laughs girlishly at something Nanami said and your heart sinks in your chest, but why? It couldn’t have been that funny. For a moment, he peers down at his watch, keen eyes soon flitting toward the door, toward you. He smiles, cock twitching in his slacks.

When his gaze eventually finds yours, you slip out of view, pressing your back to the brick wall alongside the door as you inspire a sharp breath. Their conversation quiets, replaced with the sound of scooting chairs and zipping bags. Soon, your classmate is leaving, thanking him kindly before exiting the room. Hi, she mutters in passing, a cordial nod and a tight lipped smile. You return the gesture.

“You’re early.” Nanami calls from inside.

Slowly, you peek your head into view again before fully stepping inside of the familiar room, quietly closing the door behind you. “Sorry, I really didn’t think anyone came to your office hours, genuinely.”

His shameless gaze envelops you, committing this perfect sketch of you to memory, stowing the mental snapshot away into the deepest facet of his mind, alongside the image of you slapping his cock against your tongue. God, if only brought his camera. His head falls to the right, several blonde wisps of hair following. It’s hardly a joke, but he challenges you. “Why? Because it’s English?”

You shrug indifferently. “I just don’t really think the material is that challenging.”

“Well, not everyone is as gifted as yourself, you do realize that?” He reminds. “You’re a real intelligent girl, beyond your years… far too smart for this place, anyway.”

You’re used to this, his sweet and genuine words of praise. You don’t ever seem to mind when he pulls you aside after class to commend you for being such an exemplary student. Strangely, it feels different this time. An audible breath parts your lips at his words. His timbre, honeyed voice is narcotic. Your gaze falls to the tiled floor as you thank him quietly, mindlessly picking your nails to avoid his lingering stare.

An idle grin mars his lips, long, gaunt legs deliciously sprawled apart. Those damned tan slacks hug the muscle of his thighs just how they’re meant to; that fat, unmistakable bulge resting so heavily between them, waiting. The cerulean fabric of his dress shirt is neatly tucked beneath his waistband, speckled tie already hanging low from his neck. He pats his lap invitingly and with a soft jerk of his head, he’s waving you over and you don’t hesitate.

“You went all shy on me, what happened to my eager girl?” He frowns, pulling you onto his lap.

A sweet, timid laugh parts your lips and his cock swells. You’re so pretty to him. Maybe even the prettiest girl on campus if it were up to him anyway. He’s leaning back in his large, swiveling chair as you clamber to situate yourself onto his lap. You inspire a nervous, shuddered breath, the fresh linen of his pressed, button up shirt dizzying. He always smells so clean. That imperious gaze of his is falling to the cleavage that spills out the confines of your quarter zip jacket, the university’s emblem on the right side of your chest.

“I can’t stop thinkin’ about you…” you finally whisper, pretty eyes flitting to his, “think I’m going crazy.”

Nanami only laughs, pushing his gold, wired glasses further up the bridge of his nose. His embrace is so warm and alluring that you could just kiss him, he would let you. He would let you explore his mouth entirely if that’s what you desire. You could do anything to him. Oddly enough, this is the closest you have ever been. Earlier, you were only between his legs, never did you kiss him. A groan nearly spills past his lips as he watches your gaze descent to his mouth. He grins, those near perfect teeth gleaming. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say crazy, maybe curious?”

You hum, agreeing. Nanami doesn’t have any qualms about correcting others, especially his students. He sees no reason to tolerate nonsensical thinking regardless of the context or degree. It’s precisely why he holds such a valuable role in the community in the first place — he’s unbiased, sensible, and logical. “I still feel crazy.” You mumble anyway, knowing he’s only right.

“Guess that makes two of us then.” He smiles again, gaze falling to your subconsciously parting lips. A big, mindless hand smooths over your thigh, trailing around your waist before slyly creeping up the expanse of your back, pulling you closer. “Were you thinking about me in class?”

“Yes.” It’s hardly a whisper.

He nods before prying. “Was it something in particular? I like details, you know that. I do teach English after all.”

You hum, glossed lips twisting in thought. “About you, uh…” a long, deafening beat passes and you shrug, swallowing thickly, “about you like… fucking me and… stuff.” Your voice trails in a coy whisper and his heart swells.

Nanami too hums, that poor cock aching. “Is that what you want? Me to fuck you and stuff?”

“Yes.” It’s merely a breath against his lips and he can taste you.

“How do you want it? Show me.”

You expel an audible breath, heart sinking in your chest. Nanami urges you on, jerking his head toward his desk behind you. You swallow what feels like a brick as you nod, pushing yourself off of his lap to clamber atop of his tidied wooden desk. He watches as you shift around, merely preparing yourself for him. Slowly, you’re lying back to rest on your elbows, your sweet gaze so beautiful and shy. Your legs are then falling open embarrassingly wide before him, your clothed pussy on display, waiting.

“Like this.” You mutter and his jaw falls slack.

God, he could just devour you whole, saving absolutely nothing for anyone else, not even you. His unrelenting gaze follows your legs as they continue to sprawl wider. He can hardly help the way he’s sitting up just a bit higher in his leather chair, curiously observing how the fabric of your teensy little shorts hug your cunt, your pretty laced panties peeking from beneath. The dimmed lamp on the far side of his desk catches the gleaming, darkened patch of arousal that dampens the cotton. A shuddered breath of incredulity parts his lips, the head of his cock drooling in his briefs.

“God, is that how you want me?” He all but groans, his eyes shifting to meet yours once again. “Like that?”

You nod slightly, chest heaving. “Please.”

The very moment your desperate hand falls between your legs, impatiently pushing the fabric aside to dull the ache, Nanami loses all sense of himself. What’s left of his resolve is dragging from his gaped mouth in a deep, guttural groan as he creeps closer; the muted click! of his polished loafers against the tiled floor has your stomach caving in arousal.

“Do you know how pretty you are?” He’s between your thighs now, peering up at you from where he sits in his leather chair, rounded glasses slowly slipping down the bridge of his nose. “Christ and these… shorts? Why are you doing this to me?”

His long, nimble fingers are undoing the small bow at the top of your shorts, two big hands soon tugging at your waistband. Deliriously, your head is craning back, a sweet, shuddered whimper escaping your mouth. The warmth of his breath as it fans your inner thigh is like kindle to a rampant flame, but it’s the slow, wet trail of his lips that burns, irrevocably marking you as his. Your hips buck desperately, chasing his fleeting lips and he can’t help but huff out a low, breathy laugh.

“I know.” He hums, placing a warm, sloppy kiss to the outside of your dampened panties. “I know, I know, I know. Just let me have this… let me taste you.” His tongue is hot against your cunt, mindlessly licking you through the sheer, flimsy fabric.

The prettiest whimper falls from your lips, ringing against his perked ears so deliciously. You sound utterly perfect — so raw and shameless and slutty, just as he had imagined. Nanami can’t help the desperate hand that’s creeping down to fully squeeze his painful erection, swollen balls aching. Arousal drools against the cotton of his briefs, dampening through his uncomfortably tightening slacks. He is so hard that it hurts. That poor, needy cock just throbs over and over and over again, wordlessly begging for something, anything.

Both of you are dripping. Warm, sticky arousal seeps through the sheer fabric of your panties, the saliva from his sloppy kisses furthering the mess. Kiss after agonizing kiss renders you breathless, trembling hips bucking so whorishly against his pretty face and he lets you. That sweet, desperate pussy smearing against his chin, his lips, his nose. Nanami doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’s inhaling deeply, committing the sweet smell of your arousal to memory.

With a gruff, impatient groan, your soiled panties are being tugged down, down, down and pocketed. Nanami shoves the flimsy undergarment into the back of his slacks, the prolific arousal that adorns them bleeding through the tan fabric. Before you can harness a breath or a coherent thought, two greedy hands are prying you open, that pretty pussy so warm and sloppy and all for him. He wholly moans, drool pooling against his tongue like that of a starved dog.

“Yes,” he mutters more to himself than anything, the entirety of his mouth enveloping you, “yes, god.” Saliva pools against your visibly tightening hole as he whispers into your cunt — sweet prayers of your name and inaudible utters of praise merely lost between your quivering thighs. “Such a perfect, sloppy cunt. God, I fucking knew it.” His big tongue is delving between your pretty, gleaming lips and he fucking moans.

A longgg, pleasureful moan belts from his occupied mouth, tasting you as if it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. Immediately, Nanami can feel himself slipping into a true state of drunkenness. His sloppy tongue is languidly sweeping across your clit before entirely sinking inside of you, drinking you from the source. Another moan is lost within your essence, the timbre of his voice against your quivering lips narcotic.

Your maw sags, hanging wide and desperately pleading for more, more, more, yet wanting so badly to clamp your thighs around his head because it feels too good. Two, fat thumbs are brazenly spreading your lips apart, his erratic breaths so warm against your clit that it aches. Nanami pulls away just barely, saliva pooling behind his lips. He drops his head, gaze flitting to yours before spitting directly into your cunt. He nearly cums as he observes the way his saliva dribbles from the head of your quivering clit alll the way down to your desperate, tightening hole. It’s creeping even lower, slipping between the valley of your ass before collecting in an obscene puddle beneath you, ruining the stained wood of his desk.

Nanami sits up higher in his chair, mindlessly pushing your thighs to your chest to see more of you. Each time his tongue lolls out of his mouth, he rasps a hungry breath, jaw nearly unhinging to fully mouth your cunt. Curiously, both his middle and ring finger are sinking inside of you with an obscene squelch! prying your mouth open in a loud, helpless wail of pleasure. His long, manicured digits stuff you full, your slick walls clamping down around them, wordlessly begging for more.

“God.” It’s a sweet, incredulous gasp, pretty hips rolling to meet his face. “Oh god. It’s s— sooo good�� your mouth feels s’good, fuuuck!”

Desperately, he squeezes his cock again, the prettiest groan spilling against your pussy. As his slick lips are wrapping around your swollen clit to suck noisily, his fingers are delving deeper and deeper, furling upward each time he sinks back inside. The soft pads of the curious digits brush against your tensing walls so many times that your mouth sags in a long, sweet cry of rapture. A warm, tender kiss to the head of your clit forces your legs to tighten around his head, but it’s fine because Nanami is absentmindedly prying them back apart as if it’s second nature.

With a flattened tongue, he’s licking up, up, up from your pretty, leaking hole toward the head of your clit. He does it again, and again, and again, breathing harder against you each time. His inebriated breaths are so hot against your clit that it renders you brainless. Nanami is obnoxiously loud too, groaning unabashedly against your cunt, muttering a slew of drunken babbles, reckless praises, and unintelligible pleas.

To be such a civil, well mannered man, one of reticent emotions who wears his stoicism like a medallion, Nanami has fucking lost himself completely. Reduced to nothing but an utter mess between your trembling thighs. He’s not there, not really, but rather lost in the endless abyss of pleasure that is you. He can no longer hear nor see anymore. Blood roars behind his ears, all he can make sense of is the feeling of your slobbering hole fluttering against his tongue and fingers.

He wholly drools against your pussy, greedily chasing his own saliva before it can drip against the wood beneath you, but only to spit it right back onto your clit, repeating the cruel cycle all over again. The helpless gasp that parts your lips is peerless. Nanami’s eyes flit up briefly, observing the way you writhe against his tongue, hips suspended into the air as you buck so sluttily, hands clamped over your mouth.

“You are so… sooo fucking pretty, such a pretty girl.” A heavy thumb is pressed firm against your clit. Steady, monotonous circles tracing over and over and over and — “What are you doing to me? Turnin’ me into such a… whore.” He slurs between long, purposeful drags of his tongue. “And those fucking videos, god.”

“I’m s— sorry.” You whine, head lolling back deliriously to dangle beyond his desk. “Fuck, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to send them!”

Peering up from between your thighs, glasses fogged, Nanami cracks a slow, drunken smile, the lower half of his face glistening. “Yes, you did.” Is all he whispers, a deep, breathy chuckle ensuing, aerating against your cunt. “You meant to and that’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Of course it’s okay and it’s only because Nanami was half tempted to send you a file in return — an obscenely lengthy video of him fucking his hand so desperately, your pretty name tumbling from his raptured tongue like a prayer. His bare, slutty hips jerking to meet his closed fist with every subsequent stroke, long, white rivulets of cum spilling down his sticky fingers. The video still sits in his photo album, waiting.

“Mmmh fuck!” Your stomach caves, so much of your arousal swirling throughout your body that you can hardly help the hands that are grasping for the back of his head, threading throughout his mussed hair as you greedily tug him closer. “Fuuuck, oh my god I… m’gonna cum!” Again and again and again your hips rut against his face, that swollen, twitching clit brushing across the tip of his nose each time. 

He pants against your drooling cunt, begging. “Please cum for me,” his vacant hand paws at the thick of your hip, pulling you impossibly closer, his warm, eager tongue gliding between your glossy lips, “pleasepleaseplease cum for me… on my tongue.” He whines between noisy laps and slurps of your arousal.

Not a single, seraphic inch of your cunt is left untouched. Nanami’s tongue is relentless, completely consuming your pussy and everything she has to offer. His warm tongue is sliding up the length of your lips, his erratic breaths hot and loud against the juncture where your thigh and pussy meet; it’s licking up the expanse of your plush, inner thigh, a glistening trail of saliva left in his wake; it’s even sinking back inside of you, urging you on.

“Come on, pretty girl.” He encourages, peering above the frames of his condensed glasses as he thumbs your clit. “Cum for me… allll over my tongue and I’ll fuck you however you want… however this pretty little pussy wants. I swear to god.”

His unrelenting gaze swallows you whole, observing the slow, depraved arch of your back; how your breasts press against the thick, tangible air; the obscene buck of your hips as you chase your impending orgasm. God, even the discernible hitch in your breath that interrupts the sweet cries of his name as you cum all over his face makes his stomach churn. A vacant hand is creeping down to squeeze the length of his cock yet again, his desperate moans lost in your bountiful release.

You possess half the brain to register just how much you actually came until Nanami is eventually willing himself away with a deep gasp of air, face gleaming. A slow, woozy smirk pries his lips apart, teeth bared, his rounded glasses crooked and wet. His eyes linger on yours as he drops his head again, pushing up the hem of your jacket to plant kiss after tender kiss against the perspiring skin of your heaving stomach.

Like a sunflower growing toward the warmth of the sun, your body coils into his touch, back arching up and off of his wooden desk, mouth gaping as you whine. His warm, affectionate kisses creep higher and higher, a long, wet trail left in his wake. His lips are grazing along the curve of your chin, deliberately inching toward your parted lips. A contemporary, breathless moan drags from both your mouths as he finally tastes you, your saccharine essence heavy on his breath.

“Come home with me.” It’s whispered against your lips, his big hands cupping your face. “I don’t want to fuck you like this… not here. You deserve better than that.” Just barely, he’s pulling away, his softened gaze searching for yours. “Come home with me, please.”

You nod, biting back your eagerness with a smile. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He repeats, grinning. “Let’s get you cleaned up then.”

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