#ride 728

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 728: Kaburagi's buddy!!

Pag 1/2

The tickets for the Inter High are only six!! Those  fateful regular jerseys.... snatch them with your hands!!

Pag 3

1: Third lap!!

3: And it's just us!!

4: I started the third lap of the Sohoku training camp being at the top, by far the best among the first years!!

5: Me!! I, Murakami Toyoka, will never again show mercy to anyone!!

Pag 4

1: He's not coming....

2: Tch, again? Kaburagi-san

3: That day, Danchiku said “I'll come”....

5: I'll come to the training camp!!

I'll stand on the start line and we'll run together!! That's my intention!!

6: He said that, and yet....

Pag 5

1: I wanted to go to the Inter High together...

Dammit!!

2: It's alright!! It's alright, Kaburagi-san!!

Uhm, I'm sure.... it's just a delay and they're late!!

If thie guy's spirit breaks now I'm in trouble!! I have to stir him up again and make him run forward

3: If he doesn't pull me, I'm in trouble!!

He'll come soon!!

4: Earlier, at the start line, when we crossed the goal, I saw Touji-san's van

5: Huh!?

7: The fact that they're here and he still doesn't come on the course....

Danchiku's bad condition is...

Pag 6

1: It's not like this, is it!?

Pag 7

1: Do you see the course, Danchiku?

You see? They're struggling

…. yes

It's like I told you earlier in the car

2: You can't ride that bike anymore

3: You should stop

5: …. yes

7: Instead of that

Pag 8

1: Ride this!!

Pag 9

1: It took me a while to prepare this before leaving

It's the same manifacturer as the one you rode, but it's an old model

The components are old, and the wheels are an intermediate level, too

2: And the sadlle is cracked too

4: But it serves its purpose well

5: If you want to ride in this training camp with the bike you've always used, you probably

6: Wouldn't be able to run!!

7: …. huh

You're saying that.... the cause for my bad condition.... is my “bike”!?

Pag 10

1; You could say that, but not really

2: Two weeks ago, Onoda came to me

3: to get some advice regarding your situation

Ah... uhm, uh- that's what I wanted to talk about

4: I talked with Imaizumikun and Naruko-kun too, but I still.... uhm... I can't decide

5: Should I let Danchiku-kun run in the training camp? Or should I stop him? I can't decide

7: He himself said he wants to run

8: He still has next year

Pag 11

1: I also think he shouldn't push himself too hard

3: You really look like a captain now, Onoda....

Yeah

4: Miki told me about this too

5: There must be praparations to do, you focus on that

I'll take care of Danchiku

6: I'll reach out to him every day

I'll talk to him, wait and see, and then make a decision

7: Thank you, you must be busy, but thank you so much!

8: He worked very hard on Minegayama

And then

9: When I heard he was having troubles with his bike, I started worrying too

Pag 12

2: I looked after you, your attitude

4: And I found the answer!!

6: It's “moving forward”

Run in the training camp, Danchiku!!

Pag 13

1: …. ah, but I've been feeling like there's something wrong with my joints since after the Minegayama race.... I went to the hospital many times and still, even now...

2: There, it was just a coincidence that it happened right after the Minegayama race...

3: That's why it confused you

4: Confused!?

5: “You have no self-confidence”, that's the main cause of your bad condition

…..“Confidence”!?

6: Stand up and look closely around you

7: And then look at yourself!!

8: If you think about it, it's easy

Even going to the hospital, you wouldn't know

You're....

Pag 14

1: Growing

You've gotten much bigger

Pag 15

1: It's your height!!

2: Huh!?

3: Second year of high school is a growing period and you're becoming much bigger!!

Pag 16

1: Huh, but....

My height!?

2: During growth period, there'll be big growing spurts that makes you feel bad

You tried to hide your bad condition, and you blamed the victory on Minegayama

3: You were so worried you couldn't even see yourself, weren't you?

4: Yes!!

5: Pains and creaking joints are all “growing pains”

The fact that you didn't have time to adapt is your bike's fault

6: You know this too – just like shoes have a size, road bikes also have specific sizes

7: If your body doesn't match the bike's size, you won't have power nor speed

8: That why it's the “bike”!!

9: I prepared it yesterday

The frame is old, but

Pag 17

1: It's just the right size for your body now!!

Pag 18

1: What....

“Just the right size”.....!!

2: What is this

3: It adapts to my body....

It's connected to my body

4: It feels like I can move forward as I want!!

Pag 19

1: This feels so good!

I'm riding a bike and it feels just like back then!!

2: Believe in yourself

Get on the course and run with all your strength

3: It's alright

As much as you've suffered this past half a year

4: Now grow as much as you want!!

Yes!!

Pag 20

2: Sixth..... lap!!

3: Danchiku...

4: Dammit!! Our pace has been going down since earlier!!

What the hell is this guy doing!!

5: Looking at the times on the board, Kinaka and Rokudai are ressing on with all their strengths

This is bad!!

6: Dammit!! Who cares about Danchiku!!

7: At this point we won't go the Inter High this year....

It's impossible, huh....

8: The pace....

9: ….chiku....

Pag 21

1: He's not coming, Danchiku-san is not coming!!

Until when are you gonna whining like this!!

Come one, give up on that delusion and run with me please!!

3: Ah- no no no

Sorry, I didn't mean, uhm....

Dammit, I said what I really think

4: Kaburagi-san looks so dumbfounded!!

Pag 22

1: I.... I said too much, I'm sorry

Can you forgive me? Neh? Senpai

5: Ah- the buddy sticker!? Kaburagi-san!?

6: Pick it up later, Murakami

You threw it away!?

8: The way he's ducking his head, that acceleration, and that dancing

I've seen them so many times....

I can recognize him right away even from a distance....!!

Pag 23

1: You promised me, didn't you?

And now you're crying!?

2: I told you, didn't I?

3: Who....?

It's no use, it has to be you

4: W.... ah

5: Danchiku

Pag 24

1: We're the legends of team SS!!

I made you wait so long!! Issa!!

Pag 25

3: No one but me can be your buddy!!

Hahaha that's right, Danchiku!!

Pag 26

2: A while ago, also Onoda came on the course

3: And Danchiku joines us, too

From now on

4: We're finally starting for real!!

[tenthousandyearsx]

I suddenly wondered what kind of comments Killer King would have left. [The exclusive skill 'Readers' Comments List' is activated!] ID: killer_king Platform: Sirius, Paper Books Total Comments: 491 Reader Level: 99 Number of Reads: 99.8 times *You can use coins to view the comments written by this reader.* Number of comments currently available for free: 3. I clicked on [View Comments] without hesitation. I am Yoo Joonghyuk. —Upvotes 0 / Downvotes 1 (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Chapter 1) I am Yoo Joonghyuk. —Upvotes 0 / Downvotes 1 (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Chapter 23) I am Yoo Joonghyuk. —Upvotes 0 / Downvotes 1 (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Chapter 77) I doubted my eyes. Feeling my gaze, Killer King frowned at me. "What are you looking at?" "Nothing, just…" "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll kill you." "You really sound like Yoo Joonghyuk." With a light groan, Killer King pushed himself up and pretended to look away.

– ORV Side Story – Chapter 583: Episode 5 - Villain (8)

[eternalsams]

Your Woman ⇴ J.Seresin

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

warning/content: 18+ (dear minors, interact and I'll block you), nudity, fluff, smut (dry wet humping, thigh riding?)

summary: when Jake and you decide to shower together, you realize you also have to share the playlist.

word count: 728 (this is so short i'm ashamed)

a/n: English isn't my first language so please take that into consideration. Please don't come at me for the mockery of the country music, I love country music and I love Texas (only because they give us men like Glen Powell and Jensen Ackles)

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"Right... Cause saving water is the only reason you wanna shower with me?" You chuckle as you grab two fresh towels. "Of course! What other reason would I have?" Jake peaks his head from behind the shower curtain with a sly smirk. You huff and start undressing, not having it in you to deny your boyfriend what you both know you want. As you were about to open the curtain and step into the shower with him, he stops you. "Wait, can you put some music on? My phone's on the bed." You roll your eyes and chuckle before leaving the bathroom to grab his phone.

You see a text from Javy, telling Jake to hurry up if he wanted free beer. You chuckle once more and open Jake's music app. You click on the first playlist suggested and lock the phone before stepping into the shower. Jake's arm immediately wraps around your waist and you let out a gasp as you almost slip on the wet tile. "I gotcha', darlin'." He leans in to you and brush his lips against yours. "My hero..." You mutter and he smiles widely before kissing you.

The hand on your waist slides down to your ass and kneads the flesh, making you giggle against his lips. His other hand snakes at the back of your neck as he parts your lips with his tongue, licking deliciously into your mouth. Jake grabs the back of your thigh and pull you more into him, slotting one of his legs between yours. The friction of his muscular thigh against your core has you whimpering but Jake doesn't do anything more than just swaying his hips with yours. You pull away from him, taking a quick breath after he just kissed the air out of your lungs. That's when you hear it, the music. The sounds of the electric guitar playing country has you rolling your eyes and scoffing. "Don't make fun of my music, sweetheart." Jake purrs, looking down at you. "I'm not making fun. I just don't like it." You defend yourself. The swaying of his hips in rhythm has you quietly whining as his leg rubs perfectly against your pussy. "I feel like you're rather enjoying yourself." He chuckles, dipping his head to place a kiss on your lips. "You're not playing fair." You sigh, trying to suppress the shiver that's threatening to make your body tremble.

"I can't believe how much it turns me on..." Jake's low voice sings along the music, making you chuckle. "There's no hurry, don't you worry..." He keeps singing, swaying his hips in rhythm and pecking kisses along your jaw. "We can take our time." You finish the lyrics and Jake pulls away to look at you with a surprised smile. "You do know the lyrics. Come a little closer..." He accompanies his words by pulling you even closer and dragging your clit over his thigh and having you whining for more. You can feel his hardening cock poking at your hip but you don't care, you cannot think of anything else than the delicious feeling of his skin rubbing on your clit. Your lips latch onto his neck and your teeth nibble at his skin as you start to feel the knot in your tummy tightening.

Never in your life you would have thought you could have an orgasm to country music. But here you are, gasping and squeezing Jake's shoulders as you came on his thigh, listening to him singing along some stupid country ballad. "That's it, let go for me sweetheart." He purrs next to your ear, holding you firmly as he kept swaying his hips to help you ride out your orgasm. You let your head fall on his shoulder and he tenderly kisses the back of your head as you're catching your breath. "Such a good girl." He grabs your face and makes you look at him, giving you a soft smile. "So good for me." You return the smile weakly and reach for his face to kiss him. The song finally ends and when you think you can go back to having a normal shower, another country song starts. "Nope, not doing this again." You say as you step out of the shower to change his playlist. Jake only laughs and try to ignore to throbbing ache between his legs.

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[lady-of-tearshed]

Do not disturb

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra Week 2024

@erisweekofficial

Day 7: Free Day

Summary: You and Eris get a little overexcited and decide to blow off some sexual tension in-between two meetings. Will the new High Lord manage to thoroughly please his wife and High Lady with barely half an hour? Let's hope so.

Word count: 728 words

Warnings: Smut, voyeurism, impregnation kink, begging, praise kink

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears 🤎

As soon as the doors had been closed, and everyone that had attended this finance meeting had exited the throne room, Eris pulled you up onto his lap.

Clothes flew to the ground, piling up here and there. One of your hands went to hold tight onto Eris’ shoulder while the other gripped onto his throne armrests as you sank down on him.

“Eris,” You whined, trying to push yourself down onto him despite his strong grip on your hips, keeping you steady. “Please,”

Eris purred against your neck, moving into you unbearably slowly. His tongue and teeth scraped against your skin, relishing on the idea that he had all of the time in the world to worship what was his.

“Patience, beloved,” He nipped at the skin of your neck, his cock twitching inside of you at every little gasp you make. “We have all the time in the world,”

“We're supposed to meet your emissary in half an hour-”

You were cut short by Eris' hips roughly slamming home, his fingers dug so hard into the flesh of your hips you knew it would leave marks. Your head tilted back from the intense sensations, but Eris fisted your hair and brought it back straight to force your eyes to stay on his.

“I don't see the issue there,” Eris answered, his eyes shining with pure Fae male arrogance. “I can thoroughly and properly fuck my mate with half an hour ahead of me,”

“What if–” You swallow thickly, trying to form coherent sentences and concentrate on something else than the sounds your bodies made as they collided restlessly. “We're going to get caught,”

“Then be so,” He slowed his pace, one of his hands tracing a path from your pelvis to your chest. His thumb gently grazed your right nipple. “It's not like we're doing something… naughty,”

You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes, the mimic only fuelled Eris' desire.

“I'm being completely serious right now. We're technically fulfilling our duties,” His nose brushed against your cheek, taking in your addictive scent. “We're making an heir,”

“I'm sure this could be done in a bedroom,”

“Are you complaining, beloved?”

All you could do was shake your head from side to side as he hit that spot deep within you, again and again. Your bodies were sticking together from the sweat coating your skin. Eris magic was dancing all around you, little sparks of fire flickering in the throne room.

“Good. Then stop whining and ride my cock like a good girl,”

You obeyed, your vision started to fade to black. The coil in your stomach tightened as you did as Eris ordered, your quivering thighs moving you up and down on his cock, faster. The pace of his thrust was erratic.

“Eris- I'm going to-”

“I know,” He growled against your skin and nuzzled in the crook of your neck. His voice was barely over a whisper as he added, “Let go, my beloved. Come for me. I’m almost there, too,”

Time slowed, all of your muscles contracted, and your inner walls clenched around Eris as your orgasm rippled.

Eris gave a few more thrusts, more sloppy than the others, and roared against your skin when release rushed through him. He emptied himself inside of you, holding your hips tightly and tilting them to reach the deepest spot he could. You shivered at how exquisitely full and warm you felt in this moment, wishing you could just stay like this forever. But-

The door clicked open, and Eris snarl was animalistic. “Get out,”

“M-M-My apologies, High Lord,” the flustered emissary stuttered, “Should I come back l-later?”

You couldn't see Eris’ emissary from where you stood on Eris thighs, but you could smell and feel the raw terror through his voice.

“No,” Eris' arms tightened around your body. His teeth nibbled the skin of your jaw, and you could already feel him hardening again inside of you. “Not today,” He snapped at his emissary, clearly dismissing him.

The poor male didn't hesitate to run away with his tail between his legs. Eris’ attention returned to you completely as soon as the massive wooden doors shut.

A wicked grin was plastered on his lips, his cock, still buried deep inside of you, was already ready and hard with desire once again.

“Ready for another ride, High Lady?”

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[swanlakebaby]

— friends with benefits | pjm

prompt: friends with benefits.

⸝⸝ pairing: bts!jimin x fem!reader

⸝⸝ warnings: fwb, creampie, hair pulling, smut, kissing

⸝⸝ word count: 728

⸝⸝ note: n/a

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

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“you sure they won’t be back for another two hours?” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck. jimin kisses your neck , hovering over you as you lie on the couch. “i’m sure.” he mutters between kisses. you begin kissing him passionately , the air already feeling hotter. only a few months ago did you decide to be friends with benefits with him.

he sits up , quickly taking off his shirt and revealing his abs and ‘nevermind’ tattoo. you giggle and begin rubbing on his chest and abs. jimin smirks before unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the side , quickly undoing his pants and taking out his cock.

you sit up , wanting to suck him off , but he pushes you back down on the couch. he pulls your skirt up above your hips and moves your panties to the side , lining up with your vagina.

your eyes roll back as he forces himself into you , a husky groan escaping his lips. you place your hand on his chest , not wanting him to be rough on you just yet. he bends down closer to you , giving you a deep kiss , holding onto one of your breasts as he does so. he strokes slowly into you , not taking his eyes off of you. you then lift your legs up a bit more , wrapping one of them around his waist.

his strokes are slow , but deep , sending waves of pleasure down your entire body. with sudden force , he slams into you , catching you off guard. you grab onto his arms as he begins to pound you. your moans getting louder with each stroke before he slows down again , burying his face into your neck.

pausing for a moment , he then sits up and takes his cock out of you , sitting you up and turning you around on all fours. he places one hand on your hip as he slides back into you. he grips onto your butt as he fucks you , the sounds of skin and wetness being as loud as your moans. you grab onto the couch cushion , trying to hold in your orgasm.

you feel him inside of your stomach as he harshly grabs onto your hair , fucking you. you arch your back as he has a tight grip onto you. he whispers dirty things into your ear , and you slowly nod your head in agreement with everything he says. he chuckles before slapping your ass , sending a sharp pain through your body. he slams into you one last time before pulling out once again.

“ride me.” jimin says , completely out of breath now. giggling , you wait as jimin sits on the couch , waiting for you to sit on top of him.

you slowly slide down on him , jimin’s hands on both sides of your hips as he begins to bounce you up and down his cock roughly. you grab onto his shoulders , shutting your eyes as you begin to orgasm on his cock. he grabs onto your neck , squeezing it slightly as he watches you finish out your orgasm.

sticky sounds of your cum on his cock only turn you on even more , and seems to do the same to jimin. he throws his head back , his eyes half lidded as he slows down his pace. you feel his cum shooting into you , warm and thick.

you both wait a few moments before getting off of him. you look down at his cock as it’s coated in your cum and dripping from the creampie he just gave you. you smile at him before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. his chest rapidly goes up and down as he catches his breath. he curses under his breath when he sees the mess you’ve made on his cock.

“are you going to help me clean up?” jimin asks. you giggle and get to your knees , in between jimin’s legs. you grab onto his cock and lick it slowly , cleaning him up. he watches and groans , his tip still sensitive.

he rubs the top of your head as you finish up , looking down at you with a small smile.

written by swanlakebaby™

[twistedwonderworm]

Good little hyena (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Ruggie Bucchi x M!reader

Warnings: Overstimulation, degradation, toys, hair pulling

Word count: 728

Everyone in this fix is 18+

🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

There are a few things that are undisputed facts of life: life is unfair, death is inevitable, nothing in life is free, and Ruggie Bucchi is a bottom.

He was a brat who adored being out in his place and sometimes even used as a little fucktoy. Currently, he was on his knees, moaning and crying out in ecstasy like a little whore as Y/N roughly fucked him with dildo. A cockring was secured around his base, even though his cock still drooled precum as Y/N's hand stroked him vigorously.

"N-no more," the hyena moaned, drooling into the pillow that he was clinging to. His back arched, and he let out a loud moan when the toy hit him in the perfect spot. 

"Your pretty mouth keeps saying no more, my love," Y/N chuckled, pulling the toy from his beloved's hole. He smiled when Ruggie whimpered and wiggled his hips. "And yet your body keeps begging for more~" His free hand trailed up his lover's spine, causing Ruggie to shiver. 

"P-please~" Ruggie mumbled into the pillow, his tail wiggling a little bit.

"Please what, love~?" Y/N asked, his fingers moving to Ruggie's hair, threading through the locks. "Does my little whore want to me to stop or do you want me to fuck you dumb~?"

The hyena beastman keened at the degradation, "Please fuck me, love~ I need you~"

The human nodded and reached over to grab the lube while setting the toy he had been using on Ruggie aside on a towel to get cleaned afterwards.

"Beg for it, you little slut~" he purred, slapping his hyena's ass. Ruggie yelped out a moan, clinging to the pillow more.

"Please please fuck me sir~" Ruggie whimpered. "I-I need your cock sir~"

Y/N decided to reward his lover and slowly lubed up his cock, teasing his beloved hyena by pressing the tip against him. Ruggie mewled into the pillow and tried pushing back onto him but Y/N gripped his hips and stopped him.

"I'm sorry, love..." The human chuckled. "I know you're a cock hungry whore but you need to wait. I don't want to hurt you."

Ruggie sighed and stopped trying to move, letting the human do what he wanted. Y/N smiled and praised his little hyena as he slowly pushed into him. Ruggie's tail wiggled at the praise, and Y/N started playfully tugging it to distract his lover from the pain of him pushing in. 

Once he was fully seated in the tight heat of his beloved, he gave Ruggie a few minutes to adjust, holding onto the hyena's hips so he wouldn't be able to wiggle before he was completely ready. Ruggie whined but ultimately didn't do anything about it. He wanted to be good for Y/N. 

Y/N started an easy, gentle pace, causing Ruggie to mewling the pillow. The human chuckled and grabbed Ruggie's hair tight, tugging it harshly so that the hyena's face was no longer buried in the pillow. 

"What was that, love?" Y/N asked, his hips not stopping or slowing down yet. "I want to hear your noises."

Ruggie cried out when Y/N adjusted his angle and hit his sweet spot, "A-ah~ H-harder~" 

"Harder?" Y/N questioned, and Ruggie, "Well alright then, darling. Hang on~" With that Y/N started harshly snapping his hips into Ruggie, one hand reaching underneath his lover's hips to remove the cock ring. 

Ruggie was crying out in earnest now, Y/N's name falling from his lips like a prayer. With how overstimulated he was between Y/N's cock hitting his sweet spot and his hand working on the hyena's cock, it didn't take Ruggie long to spill. He went limp, whimpering again, and Y/N let him rest against the pillow again. He helped Ruggie ride out his orgasm before reaching his own, spilling inside of Ruggie.

He gently pulled out of Ruggie and laid next to him, pulling his exhausted lover into his arms, "Love, how are you feeling? Was I too rough?" He asked, gently Ruggie's hair and ears.

The hyena snuggled into his chest and shook his head, "it was so amazing… but I'm tired now.." He yawned.

Y/N smiled and stroked his ears some more, "Then, you should rest. I'll fix us a bath when you wake up, darling."

[deepdreamnights]

728-88, 89... 91... where is flight 90?

Wh- they put the delayed flights on a different screen? Who decided-

Screw it. I'ma hit the Cinna-Bon.

The image(s) above in this post were made using an autogenerated prompt and/or have not been modified/iterated extensively. As such, they do not meet the minimum expression threshold, and are in the public domain. Prompt under the fold.

Prompt: Dino-Knight Allosaurus, in the Dino-Base command center, humanoid dinosaur in power armor, still frame from the Dino-Guard, 1992 animated cartoon series, by TOEI, AKOM, Sunbow:: a zaftig octopus-fursona, tentacle hair, a fighting game character from 1998, Darkstalkers 3 promotional art by bengus, john byrne, and akiman, tako fursona, whiplash curves, line art with flat anime cel shading, victory pose, resembles nicki minaj and kat dennings, curvateous, full body, on white background, full body, feet visible:: a photorealistic pile of glass beads shaped like pokemon, volumetric light, cinematic, 4K, hyperrealistic:: character design, britney spears as a gold and uranium glass android cyborg, mist, photorealistic, octane render, unreal engine, hyper detailed, volumetric lighting, hdr, dynamic angle, cinametic:: two dinosaur-people at a state fair, rides and snack stands in background, ultra-sharp photograph, ILM, national geographic, walking with dinosaurs, life magazine, 5k, ilm, weta digital:: Peter Falk 's Detective Columbo in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure:: A blueprint of an alien space craft, with technical details and data on the blue paper background. The design includes a detailed plan showing its shape, structure, intricate features like wings or propelling engines, as well as precise grid lines for scale in low resolution. Atop it is depicted a giant praying mantis sitting atop it's back legs holding onto tonasa, as if readying itself for launch. There should be a text bubble that says Inhotep Zyt at Nified Ape XInsta & RT.

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[eng346nathann]

Tense Isolation: A Review of Victor LaValle's "I Left My Heart in Skaftafell"

Victor LaValle’s short story “I Left My Heart in Skaftafell” shares the first-person experiences of an African American man as he journeys through the remote European nation of Iceland. Inspired to leave his home of New York and travel to the island country by a dream, the narrator buys a pass for a one-way bus tour around the island, traveling from city to city while exploring and observing the scenic nature of mountains and wilderness. Not long after beginning his journey, however, the narrator notices he is being stalked by a man-sized troll, later revealed to be named Gorroon. After confronting the troll one night in a hotel, Gorroon tells the narrator that he plans to eat him, and implies that there is no hope for the narrator to escape his fate. Terrified, the narrator contemplates what to do before finally deciding to face the troll head on. After reaching Skaftafell National Park, the narrator follows a trail up a mountain, with Gorroon slowly pursuing him the whole way. Upon finally reaching the summit, the narrator and Gorroon begin their final battle, where the narrator decides that he refuses death, and locks himself in an eternal struggle with the troll, their bodies eventually turning to stone and becoming one with the mountain.

In “I Left My Heart in Skaftafell,” Victor LaValle expertly uses love and race to create feelings of isolation in a foreign land while also effectively utilizing the fantasy genre to showcase the unexplainable prejudices faced by people of color. From early in the story, an intense tone of loneliness is established through the narrator’s constant thoughts of love and the woman he left behind in America. He tries writing a postcard to his lover, detailing his worries regarding the troll that is following him, but in the end, he is too convinced that he wants to be alone to mail it, although he ironically acknowledges his desire for companionship immediately afterwards (725), showing just how much his loneliness is burdening his mind. After Gorroon reveals his plan to kill him, the narrator tries writing a second letter to apologize to his lover for leaving, but by that point his penmanship is illegible due to the bumpy bus ride combined with his shaky nerves (728), demonstrating how the looming threat of dying alone has made the narrator regret his decision to abandon what may have been a successful marriage with someone he truly loved. One last detail to note is how towards the beginning of story the narrator remarks that most of the people traveling alongside him on the bus are couples (724), bringing effective juxtaposition into the story by creating an image of a lone man surrounded by love.

The other key factor in the story’s tonal isolation are the descriptions of the other travelers the narrator encounters during his travels through Iceland, many of whom are of ethnic European descent: Germans, French, Italians, and native Icelanders (723-725). This clear divide in race cements the narrator as a stranger in a world far away from where he would normally call home. These feelings of isolation create tension which is used to establish the fact that the narrator has nobody he can turn to for aid in his struggle against Gorroon; he is alone and must rely only upon himself to handle the conflict he faces. It is questionable as to whether or not this is meant to imply that the other travelers in the story do not help the narrator because of his race, but it is more likely meant to be a tool used to create metaphysical distance rather than suggest prejudice. This concept is strengthened by the fact that the narrator is also aware of a divide between himself and the ethnic Africans that he comes across (724), as the narrator remarks on their lack of cultural familiarity to him, given that he is American. The narrator also notes that the native Icelandic people that he meets are more concerned with his personality than his race; they appreciate his quiet, polite demeaner when compared with other loud, bashful Americans, as it appeals to their reserved culture (723-724), furthering the idea that the differences between the narrator and those he meets are not meant to create a sense of disdain, but to establish distance.

The fantastical plot of a black narrator being stalked by a troll creates the perfect allusion for the story’s central conflict: unexplainable prejudice. When Gorroon first tells the narrator of his plan to eat him, the troll doesn’t give any particular reason, he simply states it as if it were a fact. Gorroon does, however, stoke the narrator’s fears, telling him that he can, “smell your blood from here” (727). This disturbing form of threatening is likely LaValle’s way of alluding to the constant threat of ambiguous prejudice people of color face in the modern-day world. The troll doesn’t have any reason why he should choose to eat the narrator over any other traveler, just as many people with racial biases often don’t have specific reasons for their discrimination; both are cases of blind hatred with no insight as to who is actually being targeted. The anxiety Gorroon’s threat causes the narrator is also equivalent to the anxiety felt in the real world. Gorroon tells the narrator that it will be apparent when he comes for him (727), leaving the narrator to live in fear that he could be attacked at any moment, once again mimicking the concern people of color feel knowing that they could be targeted for harm and harassment at any moment due to the color of their skin. The impact of this fear is even demonstrated when the narrator fails to visit the island of Papey to see the puffins because he is held back by his fear of being attack by Gorroon (727), just as the same fear has the potential to cause some people of color to live more reserved lives, limiting themselves on what they have access to out of fear of being attacked.

Works Cited

LaValle, Victor. "I Left My Heart in Skaftafell." The Big Book of Modern Fantasy, edited by Ann and Jeff Vandermeer, Vintage Books, 2020, pp. 723–731.

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Lake : The quiet life / Chapter 1: Lake / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 3741 / Teen and Up Audiences

Formal Wear : The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector / Chapter 1: The unusual man / DevilBrockSymbiote (Matt Murdock x Eddie Brock x Venom) / 728 / Explicit

Threesome/Moresome : The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector / Chapter 2: Riding the High / DevilBrockSymbiote (Matt Murdock x Eddie Brock x Venom) / 1533 / Explicit

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Seed : School Garden / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 400 / General Audiences

Sunlight : The quiet life / Chapter 3: Sunlight / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1469 / Teen and Up Audiences

Massage : Massage / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 715 / Teen and Up Audiences / TW: Body Dysphoria, Unsafe Binding

Outdoor Sex : The Hammock / CastleHawk (Clint Barton x Frank Castle) / 1701 / Explicit

Clouds (Day 10) : The quiet life / Chapter 4: Clouds / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 894 / Teen and Up Audiences

Coming untouched : Coming untouched / Matt Murdock x Foggy Nelson / 1418 / Explicit

Sleepy Sex : that warm and tingly feeling / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 944 / Explict

Fire : The quiet life / Chapter 5: Fire / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1747 / Teen and Up Audiences

Trap (Day 13) : Fuck Ninjas / Dumpsterbros (Clint Barton & Matt Murdock) / 3840 / Teen and Up Audiences

Strip Tease : Purple / Chapter 1 / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 1783 / Explicit / TW: Body Dysphoria

Almost Getting Caught : Almost Getting Caught / Erik Lehnsherr & Peter Maximoff / 100 / General Audiences

Oral Sex : Blackout Drunk / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 364 / Mature

Nature : The quiet life / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / Art Below / Teen and Up Audiences

Love Letter : Purple shimmering Ink / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 1757 / Mature / TW: Mentioned Canon Character Death

Muscle Worship : Purple / Chapter 2 / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 2162 / Explicit / TW: Body Dysphoria

Fun : The quiet life / Chapter 6: Fun / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1637 / Teen and Up Audiences

Photography : Pictures of you / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 7090 / Teen and Up Audiences

Salvation : Scream for Me / Chapter 2: Sweet Boy/ FrostHawk (Clint Barton x Loki) / 912 / Explict

Anal Sex : The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector / Chapter 3: Common Friends / DevilBrockSymbiote (Matt Murdock x Eddie Brock x Venom) / 757 / Explicit

Invitation : Butterspargel = Flirting / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 1320 / Teen and Up Audiences / TW: Hospital

Work : The quiet life / Chapter 7: Work / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1675 / Teen and Up Audiences

Promises : Hair Holds Memories / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 1175 / Teen and Up Audiences / TW: Panic Attacks, PTSD, Mentioned Canon Main Character Death

Hugs : Chamomile Tea / HawkDevil (Clint Barton x Matt Murdock) / 2279 / Teen and Up Audiences

First Kiss : The quiet life / Chapter 8: First Kiss / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 3751 / Teen and Up Audiences

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“You can't spoiler an old book”

I'm really quite done with the argument that you can't spoil a 150 year old book.

This came out of the Dracula Daily questionnaire:

Almost half of the bookclub doesn't know anything about the story.

I know dracula daily is only two more days, but if we're gonna do this thing more often I would really like this argument out of the window, for all of our enjoyment and inclusion.

And if you're confused, please use this rule of thumb: if even one person tells you it's a spoiler, it is a spoiler. Add a tag that says "dracula spoilers" and you're good :)

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I made a Dracula Daily questionnaire! To see how you're all experiencing this internet phenomenon. It is a bit long, I think, but it might be fun as well.

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Arthur today

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Quincey's riding his childhood horse in the thickest fog he ever encountered, when a figure appears in the near distance. Quincey tips his hat as he slows down to stop in front of her.

'Why, if it isn't that lovely Miss Lucy. Say, little girl, won't you just hitch up alongside of me, and let us go down the long road together, driving in double harness?'

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For those who, for some reason, don't want to read my fic on Ao3, I shall post it here as well. As I am on mobile, I cannot put a Read More, so I apologize for the length of this.

Edit: Finally added a readmore on laptop.

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Unova was different from Sinnoh. It was nowhere near as cold for one. Dawn liked that. She liked the way the people of Unova didn’t bat an eye at her swinging and jumping walk, and how the native Pokémon differed from home. Unova had so much to do, and during the entire vacation, she and her mother had been on their feet. Dawn liked seeing the museum in Nacrene City. The lady that ran it had been nice to her, and indulged her questions from start to finish. When she had noticed that Dawn had focused on the fossil exhibit, she even gave her a small book about all the different fossil Pokémon currently revivable. She spent that evening reading it front to back. Come next morning, when she and her mother started on their journey to Castelia City, she chattered at her mother about her new book. How Archeops had feathers that were extremely hard to reconstruct because they were so delicate. How Kabutops had had gills and were in the first steps of becoming land-dwellers. How Bastiodon and Rampardos had been engaged in brutal wars for territory, and that there were still fossils being found of them locked in battle. The road passed Dawn by, and she didn’t really pay attention until they stepped onto the giant Skyarrow Bridge. Dawn liked the way it swayed in the wind, and how massive it was. 

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They left Castelia soon after arriving, neither of them too comfortable with the size of the skyscrapers. It was different to have a mountain looming over you compared to skyscrapers. The road to Nimbasa is dusty and dry, so different from any place in Sinnoh. They just didn’t have that there. Her mom gave her a Pokéball with Glameow on the route. Apparently she wanted Dawn to get used to throwing Pokéballs for a bit, and how to battle. She was due to start her journey once they came home, and she still couldn’t really throw the Pokéballs yet. Most instruction videos were for right handed people. Dawn wasn’t right handed. Her dad hadn’t been right handed either, if her mom was to be believed. At this point, Dawn could almost throw with her right hand, a basic aimed throw. Her left handed ones had little more flair, but she was proud of being able to use both hands when aiming. Barry certainly found it impressive. The sand on the route was a bit annoying, and Glameow certainly mewled in complaint, but she also liked Dawn, and all in all they managed to travel down the stretch of road and sand well. Dawn even got to fight a battle, with her mom’s permission. The hitchhiker she fought was very nice to her, and gave her a bit more prize money than necessary when she won.

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Nimbasa was loud. So much louder than any other place, but it was a good loud. Dawn liked it. Liked the lights, the fairgrounds, the energy. After they checked into their hotel, Dawn had proceeded to drag her mom all over town. The queue for the ferris wheel wasn’t long, and Dawn spent the whole ride basically glued to the window. It made her mom laugh. It was over far too quickly for her liking. Still, onwards they went. The sports stadiums were massive on a scale Dawn only knew from recordings of the Galar League, the open ceilings daunting and in her eyes weird. Especially for Pokémon battles. The weather could interfere even without weather-altering moves. That didn’t seem fair to Dawn. She told her mom so, receiving a contemplative hum in return. Her mom apparently hadn’t considered it. In the end, they both declared the Galarians mad, before moving on to the Musical Theater. Her mom wanted to see how a musical compared to the contests back home. Dawn didn’t really understand why her mom liked those so much, but the musical was interesting. The choreography was neat, and Dawn even got to throw some flowers onto the stage. It was the last thing they did that day, and when they entered their hotel room, Dawn thought that had been a day well spent. Unova was so much cooler than Sinnoh.

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That evening, they put on the TV in their room, and cuddled up on the bed. They switched channels for a while until they found a program about Unova’s best battlers. It would prove to be the one thing to forever change Dawn’s classic plan of going onto a journey just to see her region. She didn’t really know what kind of trainer she wanted to be. Barry knew what he wanted to be already. He wanted to be the champion. And why wouldn't he? His dad ran the Battle Frontier as a Tower Tycoon. Dawn just… didn't know. Research was a possible avenue, but that didn't speak to her nearly as much. Now though, as she sat in front of the TV with her mom, she was treated to the best of the best. Unova's gym leaders, their elite four, and finally, the leaders of the resident battle facility. For a moment she was confused, when only two people were on the screen. After all, just about every battle facility she heard of so far had at least four leaders. And yet, Unova only had two. She leaned closer. The announcer spoke of them being residents to Nimbasa, and how Gear Station and the Battle Subway were open to everyone and not just league winners. Slowly, a plan began to form in her mind. A plan only reinforced once the battles finally started. The leaders (Subway bosses, the announcer had called them) worked together like a well oiled machine, and Dawn couldn't help the fascination that built. On the side, her Mom made appreciative noises as well. Finally, once the program ended, Dawn turned to her mom.

"Mom? Can we visit the Battle Subway tomorrow?" Her mom said yes.

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Gear Station was a busy place. Walking down the stairs from the entrance, Dawn saw so many more people than she thought possible. In one corner, people had set up instruments and were playing something that sounded like swing, with what looked like some employees laughing and dancing along a bit. Close by to that scene were the food courts and more people who milled about. Dawn took care not to let go of her mom's hand as they walked through the place, until they stopped at an information booth. Dawn barely listened, too much in awe of the place, as her mom asked if they would be able to enter the multi-line if Dawn didn't have a license, and if it would be okay for her to use her mom's team. The lady behind the counter set her mom's worries aside, and soon enough, Dawn got handed the Pokéballs for Glameow and Kangashkan by her mother, as they walked onto the platform of the multi-line. The resident depot-agent registered them after a short wait, before leading them to the subway train. Dawn palmed Glameow's Pokéball as the train started moving.

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Dawn had always thought her mom's contest stuff was mainly to look pretty. Now she saw that that wasn't really the case, and that both Glameow and Umbreon hit hard and fast, while making it look ridiculously easy. Dawn alternated between throwing styles, and which Pokémon she sent out first, never quite sure what would work best. She wanted to see all the ways she could fight, and her mom indulged her gladly. Dawn wasn't bad at battling. Sure, she had passed her license exams, and was due to get it on her next birthday since she had been born literally a day after the cutoff for this year's class, but that hadn't been a proper battling environment. The subway was more challenging, people didn't take it easy on her and her mom just because she was young. Dawn liked it. 

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Seven wins. Fourteen wins. Twenty. They had spent all day inside subway cars, and somehow had gotten so far. Dawn would have to brag to Barry about that once she came home. She looked up at her mom, a wide and toothy grin on her face. Her mom mirrored her, albeit with a smaller smile. They healed their team, before they proceeded into the last car. Two people waited for them. Black and white, mirrors in just about every way. One frowned, one smiled like Dawn did. Toothy and wide. Too wide, maybe. There was a glint in his eyes that the show on TV hadn't managed to capture at all. 

"Congratulations on making it this far." Oh. The black twin was loud. 

"I am the Subway Boss Ingo. The fellow to my left is Emmet." The white twin took that as a sign to start talking.

"I am Emmet. As Ingo said, I am a Subway Boss. I run the Double Train. Today I will fight together with Ingo." He fixed his cap, eyes focused on Dawn.

"What I do. What I say. Always the same." Oh. Oh. Dawn felt herself mirror Emmet's widening grin. Felt herself palm Glameow's Pokéball.

"Follow the rules. Safe driving! Follow the schedule. Everybody smile! Check safety. Everything’s ready! Aim for victory! " On his side, Ingo began to move.

"Let us see if you shall reach victory today." Dawn felt giddy. They were like her. She recognized how Emmet talked. She did that. She clenched Glameow's Pokéball in her left hand. Opposite of her and her mom, the twins pointed. And then, they called. A call that Dawn would forever remember.

"ALL ABOARD!"

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Emmet liked this girl. She had the look of someone who would go far. He recognized it from the mirror. He was reasonably sure she recognized him having it. She fought well, if clumsy. He remembered the way her registration had steadily climbed the leaderboard, until he and Ingo got the basic information on her and her partner. She was ten going on eleven. Sinnohan. No trainer license yet, born just after the cutoff date. She would start her journey at eleven. Her mother was a coordinator, officially retired. Emmet had an appreciation for contests. They used combinations. They used them well. This girl couldn't use them well yet. She would do so in time. For now, however, she would lose. Galvantula dealt the finishing blow. The Glameow her mother lent her fainted, and Emmet made a small note to himself that the girl had managed to make the Glameow last until it was the last team member still standing. She held out longer than her experienced mother. 

"I am Emmet. You lost against me and Ingo today. That isn't bad. You were really strong! This was a fun battle." He felt his smile grow, and clapped.

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Submas Autistic Joy Week 2022, Day 6: Special Interest/Teaching

A group of school children and their teacher take an excursion to Gear Station

"Now kids, remember to stay in line and listen to what the people at Gear Station have to say, yes?" The voices of the teacher and her class of children are loud enough to rival Ingo. It makes several Depot Agents look up, one raising her hand in a signal to inform the bosses.

"Hello and welcome to Gear Station!" She calls out to the teacher, putting on her best child-friendly smile. "You are the group from the Nimbasa Primary School, right?"

"Yes! Thank you so much again for making this possible." The teacher replies cheerfully, keeping all twenty children in check.

"The bosses will come in a moment. Until then, I'll be your guide. Come, I can show you the way to the meeting room." The Depot Agents clasps her hands behind her back. "For you kids, I'm Depot Agent Hana." A chorus of squeaky voices tells her hi, before she leads them into a Ducklett's March. "Boss Ingo? Boss Emmet? Your visitors are here!" 

"We will arrive in a moment!" 

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Emmet claps his hands in delight.

"Alright, children. I am Subway Boss Emmet Carril. I work here, and I run the Subway with my brother Ingo." 

"I am Ingo Carril. It's good to meet you all." Ingo gives a quick nod, making the children giggle a bit. "Your teacher told us that you are here today to learn about trains and how to ride them."

"That is verrry good!" Emmet nods. "Ingo and I know a lot about them! So we will try our best to teach you." His eyes swerve around, landing on a child with a raised arm.

"Yes?"

"Why do you talk so funny? You stretched that word all weird!" The child swings his legs, gap-toothed grin on full display.

"Is it weird? It's how I talk. I have done it for a long time." Emmet tilts his head. "That was rude of you."

"Sorry." It's a bit flippant, still earnest though.

"Apology accepted. Now, we have derailed! Ingo, if you would?" Emmet's smile stretches further.

"Ah, certainly. Now, let me tell you about Gear Station. Tell me if I use too many big words, I am not always aware I do so." Ingo hits a button on a remote, activating a projector. "This is Gear Station. You entered here when you came here, right?" Ingo taps a bit of the image projected onto the board. "That is the entrance. I'm sure you saw it while Depot Agent Hana led you here, but Gear Station is round." He switches the image. "We did not build Gear Station, and we have worked here for a long time now, but even we don't quite know why it's round." He winks at the children. "We have a few platforms inside Gear Station, and it's easy to know which is which. Does anyone have an idea why?" A few arms shoot up. "You there, please." Ingo points at a little girl.

"Do the trains have different names?" Her question makes a few children snicker.

"Not a bad idea! Some trains do have names, but we don't usually drive them here." He nods. "How about you?"

"Are there signs?" A boy this time, with hair sticking up wildly.

"There are! Very good. We have eight platforms here, and every platform has signs. There is another helpful thing though. Do you see these stripes here?" He zooms in on the picture. "Every stripe means something different, and they help you find where you need to go." Ingo nods, before stepping back and allowing Emmet to take over again.

"Now, Ingo said we have eight platforms here. Did you know that the subways here are not just for getting somewhere? We also have battle trains." Emmet starts, hands moving about as he talks. "There are two trains that you are not allowed to battle on. The train to Anville Town, and the Blue line." He hums for a moment. "These trains are not able to hold attacks! It's verrry dangerous."

"Now even a tackle?" 

"No, not even that. Do you know why?" Emmet leans closer, a spark in his eye. "Pokémon are all verrrry strong! I saw a young Rattata defeat a full grown Charizard." Murmurs of awe.

"And that was only a small Rattata. Now imagine if a Bouffalant tackled the train! That won't be good. The train might fall over, and that will injure people." 

"And we don't like having accidents. It's very bad if one happens, so always be very careful." Ingo adds.

"Yes! Not just in the trains! Also in Gear Station, but that is for later." Emmet taps his foot. "I said there are six Battle Lines. In every Battle Line, you can find Pokémon Trainers to fight against while the train moves. In two, you can only fight single battles. Ingo runs these trains! I run the Double lines, where you fight with two Pokémon at once. And together, we run the Multi lines, where you fight with a partner." 

"So can you only ride those trains if you're a trainer?" 

"No! You can ride them even when you aren't a trainer. But you are not allowed to enter the battle cars." 

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so, I've recently started reading this utterly glorious fic called "There's Blood on your lies" by HopeStoryteller on Ao3, where Cynthia becomes the protag of PLA. last chapter, Cynthia got mistaken for Volo due to having her hair tied back, and I had the urge to draw her, and that then became me drawing Volo as well, and their pokemon, togepi and Flint Jr. the Cyndaquil.

127 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

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I just had to draw fanart for @doodledrawsthings Shadow of Shady Shore. Peak designs, we all need big shadow creatures.

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[gravelish]

Downtown and Elliott Bay

4 January 2023

A little more than an hour. Into the city via Dexter, then through downtown to Pioneer Square and the waterfront. Back along Elliott Bay, past the rail yard, and then followed the ship canal back to Fremont.

[k4dyz]

could we get some head canons or a ficlet of Mammon with a MC that enjoys night drives but as a passenger? (Like mammon driving and mc just vibing.) Somewhere in the canon it said he loved driving so I thought it would be cute.

DRIVE ME AROUND TOWN!

character(s); mammon

warnings; gn!reader, implied established relationship

word count; 728

The sound of coins clinking against each other echoed throughout the second born’s room as you tried your best to stay focused on studying for an upcoming test that you were sure the demon beside you counting coins, Mammon, wasn’t prepared for.

He hums a small tune with a grin on his face as he counts his grimm and all you can do is hold back a groan as he finishes and begins recounting them. It takes a single one falling from his hands and colliding with the ground to make you huff and stand to your feet, turning to stare at the greedy demon who’s fingers chase after the fallen grimm and picks it up.

His head raises and his eyes meet yours that almost glare back at him. “Huh? Are ya done studyin’?” He asks with his brow raised in question at the suddenness of your study coming to an end so soon.

Your nose scrunches in annoyance and if it were any other situation he would’ve pulled out his D.D.D and snapped a quick photo to keep to himself, but you clearly weren’t in the mood for his jokes or pranks. “I can’t study with your counting, Mammon.”

He grins at you, testing your very thin patience. “I can’t count with your writin’.” He shoots back with a playful glint in his eyes that you normally would’ve smiled and rolled your eyes at him.

He takes your frustration into thought when you dare to stomp on his feet and he curls in on himself from where he sits on the couch before laughing at your upset face. “Alright, alright. Why don’t ya let The Great Mammon take ya out for a ride?”

Your eyes almost sparkle at the question and he takes that subtle reaction as a yes as he stands up and casually walks towards his car. “Ya comin’ or what, human?”

A night drive was something you definitely needed considering how much more relaxed you were now with a content smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Mammon could only hope it was too dark outside for you to notice his stare and goofy smile as he took you out for a joyride around Devildom at such a late hour.

You’ve completely disregarded studying and sighed as you leaned back in the seat of Mammon’s car, turning and smiling at him who after locking eyes with you directs his focus back to the road as if he wasn’t just staring at you dreamily.

“Y’know,” You sigh, leaning over and staring out the open window at the dark sky. “You might be a pain in the ass most times,”

“But…?” He drags out expecting you to add on with something positive to say about him but you only snicker at him. “Oh c’mon! I’m the best, how dare ya call me a pain in the ass!”

His furrowed brows raise at the sound of your giggle and his heart skips a beat when your hand brushes against his forearm. You’re really gonna kill him one day with these acts.

“Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You say playfully, poking at his very warm cheek and you could just tell he was blushing wildly right now and it made your chest feel fuzzy with warmth. “Seriously though, thank you for driving me around tonight.”

He mumbles at your words, a pout on his face as his fingers grip into the stirring wheel. “Ya better be grateful! No one else is gonna take you ridin’ around except for me!” He says it like it’s a statement and you don’t object, instead opting to hum in agreement with him and resting your hand over his that has been very slowly inching closer to your thigh.

His heart is hammering against his ribcage and his face feels hot and his palms feel sweaty but he’s content in the moment, driving you around and seeing your smiling face is the best thing he could ask for (but never admit to). His fingers interlock with yours and he feels happy in the moment shared by only the two of you. He should be heading back by now if he doesn’t want Lucifer lecturing him for eight hours but Mammon is greedy and he’s going to soak up this peaceful night he has with you right now for as long as he can.

[akutashi]

Sugar Daddy!Chuuya

Tags: 18+ MDNI, talks of alcohol and alcohol consumption, mentions of sugar daddy relationship, mention of previous age gap relationships, use of the term daddy, nicknames (baby), some small general smut

WC: 728

AN: I ignored all my other pieces to finish this considering the events of chapter 101, so here’s everyone’s happiness for the week for ya’ll manga readers :’)

Unsuspecting Chuuya whose eyes were scanning the wine bottle in his hands. Would this be his drink of choice for the weekend? “Y’know if you’re looking at that, you should really try this.” An unfamiliar voice chimed up from behind him, an arm extending out with a different bottle of wine. Raising his eyebrow in curiosity he grabbed the bottle with his free hand, inspecting it before putting the bottle he originally had back on the rack. “You must really know your stuff, hm?” He turned to look at the mysterious person who initiated contact with him and was met with your mischievous smirk.

You did this often, hide in plain sight and carefully go people watching. You learned a lot this way, how to tick people off, how to interact with them, picking up on likes and dislikes and using it to your advantage. You used this trait of yours in particular to appeal to the men around you, more specifically the ones who had money. The lavish gifts these men gave you without a second thought never failed to surprise you, and in all honesty you reveled in it. The moment Chuuya walked in you could tell he had money, the way he dressed, the way he held himself, a certain sense of confidence dripping off of him that screamed to you like a siren. And you were grateful, grateful to have found someone new, someone who was, thank god, your age.

It was in that moment in the store that you met face to face where you both fell in love. No strings attached was always a lie, because when you were with Chuuya, you felt free, free like that constant funny fuzzy feeling in your stomach when you propelled from a steep incline in a car or a roller coaster. Free like floating aimlessly in the ocean, rays of sunlight softly warming your cheeks as the cold water touched your arms.

Chuuya lived both lavishly and modestly. While he partook in fine dining paired with wine, and occasionally was interested in high fashion, he also wasn't one to turn down a night spent on the couch, watching television until he fell asleep. He would always make you taste whatever new wine he would buy with him, mindfully pouring a glass for you and watching as you would take your first sip before he did. Those overly sweet and sour kisses that followed afterwards as the wine lingered on both your lips and tongues.

He was one to always make sure that his appreciation for fashion influenced you in some way. He always made sure to buy you whatever you wanted, making sure your wardrobe was never close to empty. "Don't you worry, daddy will buy you whatever you want." He would smirk while swiping his card before grabbing the shopping bag, holding it for you if it was too heavy.

He was cliche, always asking you to show off what you got after a long day out shopping, making sure to take in and appreciate every outfit you modeled for him. A “C’mhere, lemme get a closer look at you.” would fall from his lips before gesturing at you, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap once you were within reach of him. Not a second wasted before he was peppering kisses on your neck, your jaw, your lips. “Chuuya wait, don’t wanna ruin the clothes already.” You would pout at his actions of harshly tugging at the new fabric, voice whiny and breathless. “Don’t worry baby, can just buy you a new one later.” He replied matter of factly which then followed a quick undressing session, hastily pulling off your clothes before tossing them to the floor. He was always eager for this part, hands roaming lovingly up and down your body before positioning you comfortably in his lap. Making you ride him at an uncomfortably slow pace until you were worked up and begging for more. Of course he gives you what you want, he always gives his baby what they want. Flipping you over so he’s now on top of you, thrusting into you at a slightly more vigorous pace. He loves hearing you whine underneath him, begging him for more with pleading eyes. He’ll always make sure to give you just whatever you want, anything to make you happy.