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alessabriel · 1 year ago

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Deep kisses

Summary: no matter the occasion they can't resist eating your mouth, and it's on any occasion.

Characteres: RAN HAITANI, RINDOU HAITANI, Hanma Shuji, Sanzu|Akashi Haruchiyo, DRAKEN|RYUGUJI KEN, Mitsuya Takashi, Smiley|Kawata Nahoya, MIKEY|ANO MANJIRO, Sano Shinichiro, BAJI KEISUKE, Kisaki Tetta.

Cw. content warning: graphic descriptions, smut, implicit and explicit nudity, dirt, etc. Side note: I feel it went a little slow or lost focus at some point, repeated words, but we are rusty at writing smut.

is somewhat based on the post: @animeangel21 of this esteemed and very creative person if we are honest.

Haitani Ran.

Your plush and plump lips always seduced him without the need to flirt, he just admired them and something inside him revolted to attack them, to kiss them to exhaustion but at that moment he could not violate your sweet mouth because you were too busy, busy with his cock between your lips.

You knew how to weaken his knees.

Kneeling in front of your boyfriend and your hands handling his long, fat, big length at will and admiring how it glistened from the pre-seminal fluid that coated him along with your strawberry gloss, you could feel on the skin of your shoulders the trembling that ran up and down your boyfriend's legs. It filled you with pride to make him tremble with just a few kisses and caresses, because it was just a preparation. With amusement you showed your tongue to Ran who watched you from above with her eyes barely open before running your tongue along his cock tracing the sensitive, swollen veins, savoring the warm aftertaste and diluted flavor of your strawberry gloss.

"I love your cock Ran" you whimpered as you flicked your tongue over the tip of his cock, you spread your legs even wider and wiggled your hips uselessly in the air seeking friction which you got from your panties "And it's all mine."

Ran felt herself faint as she watched you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, between those plush lips and sucked. He felt your fucking wet tongue playing with the sensitive skin of his penis and how you were slowly pushing it in further rubbing it a little with your teeth, he hissed at the contact and couldn't control his hands that rested on your head feeling the softness of your hair. Her hands trembled as you swallowed around it without taking it out of your mouth, you licked and sucked, she could feel the coolness of your saliva descend to his balls by how it increased the movement of your head.

"F-fucking doll, a-that's it, like that keep swallowing my cock" hissed sensitive Ran as you lowered your head so far down on his cock that you rubbed his base and he felt even weaker at the knees as your fingers gently massaged his balls.

If Ran thought that blowjob was his undoing it was completely unknown when you began to bob your head up and down on his cock ignoring your gag reflex and he decided to help you. Ever so carefully with his trembling hands he grabbed the sides of your head to fuck your mouth, he listened to your muffled moans and groans as you clawed at his thighs and your throat closed around his fat tip. Maybe it was how gorgeous you looked sucking his cock or how your crystallized eyes watched him with such adoration even as he had his cock deep in your throat but he couldn't tell when he felt that unmistakable sensation run all the way through him to empty himself into your little throat.

He knew you perfectly well and knew you would eat him to show him what a good girl you were, he knew you well.

You felt the hot creamy liquid in your mouth and part of your throat you struggled to swallow it but Ran pulled you up suddenly leaving you in his lap to attack your still open mouth. You failed to stop your moaning groan as he ran his mouth smearing, sucking and sharing his cum between the two of you. You clung tightly to his bare back as you struggled equally with his tongue feeling the mess of cum and saliva, you wanted to savor it alone.

Ran tasted his own cum on your tongue a pleasant taste, you deserved no less but he always watched you gladly run his cum down your throat until it disappeared to show him at the end your nice clean little mouth already without his semen. He couldn't help but get more excited, you kissed exquisitely.

"I-I wanted to swallow it alone R-ran" you said still excited but sulking.

And it might have had a better effect if you didn't have your lips so swollen and bathed in a combination of saliva and cum next to your sweet pussy rubbing on his cock, but it was one of the many scenes Ran loved to memorize you in.

"You are such a greedy girl my love but there is more I wanted to taste my sweet angel eat only the best."

Haitani Rindou.

He had memorized the most sensitive parts of your body since you had allowed him to worship you in intimacy like everywhere else, and fuck if he knew how much you loved milking him for all he was worth, sucking the life out of his cock and clinging to his hips burying your sharp nails into his flesh. Rindou felt your warm wet mouth receive him on every needy onslaught he created, holding his weight on the bed with both arms enjoying the burn in his muscles and your sloppy sucking, you knew how he liked it.

"Come on pretty girl use that tight throat of yours" instructed in a baritone voice Rindou as he thrust deeper into the hot cavern of your mouth, feeling his tip pierce the entrance of your throat into the tight, narrow channel of your throat. You hissed in surprise as your significantly smaller hands grabbed his ass pushing him down as if you wished he would choke you "You adore your boyfriend's cock don't you? That's right, take what belongs to you beautiful."

With both hands you pushed your boyfriend further down your throat, that he would choke you with his cock and you enjoyed touching his buttocks, you didn't manage to stop yourself when you slid your nails across the semi covered skin of his ass by how his fingers plugged your nose out of nowhere when he sheathed himself completely in your mouth feeling how he took up so much space and made you want to puke. You couldn't breathe, it was sweet agony and it went on for a few minutes where you swallowed around the intrusion so long and so rich, in desperation you clawed his ass even harder for air.

Rindou knew he was being cruel, but for how you scratched him in order to mark him and bring him closer ignored how the air was scarce for you, how between scratching you still caressed him touching his ass which in your words was so attractive and how plus you ate his cock. He felt your throat begin to close and you began to retch so hard that you began to expel his cock from your tight throat so counting the seconds in his mind he pulled his cock out of your mouth listening as you inhaled and exhaled with some desperation but still searching for his cock with an annoyed pout, he adored you with all his being.

You are so cute, good, kind and somewhat shy that no one would imagine how dirty you were with your boyfriend's cock in your mouth.

Before you could beg him a pair of somewhat parched but moist lips suddenly shocked you to feel his wet tongue brushing your open mouth. He was running his wet tongue around your mouth collecting the pre-seminal fluid and you eagerly opened your mouth to receive from his dirty mouth his saliva and the pre-seminal fluid that he sucked from your mouth. You were kissing in such a dirty way, smearing saliva and caressing your tongues without even closing your mouths.

"R-rinie" you sobbed still feeling him rubbing his tongue with yours, you squeezed your legs together until you felt some satisfaction in your pussy "I-I want cock, y-your cock."

Rindou smiled as he admired you with your pretty tongue out, you were so drunk with just sucking his cock and a make out session.

"You have a sweet tooth girl" mockingly insulted the older one before kissing your wet tongue and sucking it feeling his own taste, it was not unpleasant and he considered it perfect he had modified his diet so that his semen was not unpleasant for you. What he was doing to love you and to always keep you satisfied, though you both enjoyed it "But don't worry I am with your pussy too."

Hanma Shuji.

There was a bustle in the gathering, somewhat annoying white noise that failed to distract Hanma from you; his gorgeous tender and certainly somewhat reserved girl under the table with her mouth open on his cock placing her lips stretched close to his base, his cock was all the way down. I could feel you sucking his cock so languidly and peacefully, you were so relaxed warming his cock that I could tell you could fall asleep out of nowhere. You had done it before and he had woken you up with his fingers in your pussy, these were hot sessions where you would see who would cum first. Between the discomfort of hearing something disadvantageous and ridiculous he focused on you, his beloved partner who would open your eyes every now and then to look up at him from your spot under the table on a soft cushion for your legs, resting your head on his thigh, so relaxed and calm almost sleepy.

Everyone in the gathering knew you were under the table but because of the gun sitting on the table without the safety put inches away from his dominant hand no one would dare say anything about it, not since the last one had hinted at sharing to the sleepy eyed girl who took a bullet between the eyebrows in front of the whole Kanto ManjiKai gang and in front of his girlfriend.

With extreme care Hanma removed your cock from your mouth watching as a trickle of saliva and sticky clear liquid attached your sweet mouth to his cock, Your flimsy struggle to seek back his cock amused him in an endearing way as he knew how horny you were but with a chuckle he urged you to sit up until you were sitting on his lap with your skimpy clothes barely covered by the gang jacket that hid the black lace and soft fabric that made up your dark toned lingerie from prying eyes, with a smile he kissed you not caring how you were so relaxed sucking his cock before, that managed to excite him even more. He made sure that his kiss distracted you enough, running over your sweet lips and the inside of your little mouth feeling how you reciprocated the kiss so enthusiastically. In the middle of that kiss he sweetly slid even sideways those almost transparent panties not before making sure to caress the plump lips of your pussy not forgetting to press your hard little pearl receiving a sweet moan from you and finally impaling you with his cock feeling your wet pussy accept it with some reluctance and wet noises, delighting everyone at the fucking table with your needy whimpers.

"Could you hurry this up my angel I want you to fuck her and you bastards are making her wait" you ungraciously accused catching the wandering glances of some worthless ones that with one look from you scared everyone along with your gun you held in your dominant hand "And my angel does not forgive".

Whimpering and needy you rubbed yourself a little turning your hips over his lap savoring the sweet stretch with a little ache at how he took up so much space in your pussy, how he filled your insides to the max feeling somewhat full as you almost felt him that he couldn't get any further into your rubbery walls but for how he accommodated you better indicating you with motions to lean back fully on his muscular chest leaving you room in the hollow of his neck, your favorite place to hide your little face and you did, you clung with your arms to his torso burying your nails in his covered back and moved as close as possible to his ear to kiss it before whispering, you were clenching just thinking about what you would say.

"Kill them all Shuji" you whispered low feeling his cock pulsing inside you "Because of them you can't fuck me."

The sound of the gun triggering several times and how he kissed your hundred made you drip on his cock, you were so wet.

"I told you so my angel doesn't forgive."

Sanzu | Akashi Haruchiyo.

He kept his eyes on the ceiling, enjoying your soft and delicate touches which was the antithesis of how you went up and down the length of his cock like you hated yourself, but it was the rhythm you loved to have on his cock making sure you couldn't talk the next day. Sanzu loved it, he always ended up hypersensitive and dry, you milked him for all he was worth.

"F-fucking gods baby" moaned and group the Akashi feeling your tight throat squeezing the thickness of his cock between velvety wet walls "You love it don't you?"

With a wet and watery snap the feminine let the cock rebound out of her mouth impacting on her husband's marked abdomen, resenting the slight burning in your throat you took a deep breath and affirmed to the question while sucking your lips without wasting any of its taste, you didn't want to miss anything but your boyfriend's lips distracted you completely by how he sucked your lips to invade your mouth completely, you could feel him how he wanted to fuck your mouth with his tongue and shared everything you milked from his cock.

They were just like that.

Sanzu also tasted himself in your sweet mouth, a taste of you and the one he had learned to love because he had little interest in sucking your soul through your mouth even when you had his seed in your mouth. He adored those kisses, when you completely forgot how your little mouth was full of what he adored eating you alone and you shared it with him in such a dirty kiss, he couldn't externalize how much he adored you.

"I adore your lips my love, I love you."

Draken | Ryuguji Ken.

I don't imagine that your nice visit to drop off his lunch at his shop will lead him to be on the damn motorcycle he was fixing with you kneeling in front of him with your pretty lips around his length swallowing hard, and yet despite that I could see how your pretty eyes shed tears, tears that only turned him on more. The very image of you on your knees in front of him made him wild for you, only you.

"You were so kind to bring me my lunch angel" praised the black haired major guiding his fingers to wipe away your tears, taking with his thumb those elusive crystalline droplets dripping from your long lashes to suck his thumb savoring the saltiness in them listening to you half choking and sobbing on his cock "That I forgot to ask you if you had already eaten, I see you hadn't" he teased with amusement.

Draken delicately tucked your silky hair behind your ears glimpsing the sparkling gemstones in the earrings he gave you just a few days ago, he knew that color would increase your shine because everything managed to show it off better than anyone else. Once your hair was well behind your ears with smooth movements he created a ponytail with your hair that he held with his dominant hand and with an experimental tug he checked that you were indeed following the movements by how you pulled back on its length. And with that he started pulling your hair to free a good part of his cock from your wet mouth and pushed you back against it to swallow it all the way down your throat where he felt you squeezing it impossibly tighter almost expelling it out because it was so tight, tight and your gagging significantly less than before, so much time sucking it was creating a bit of resistance to your gag reflex although he wouldn't deny that he loved hearing you gagging every time you swallowed his cock. The pleasure was making you shudder and your muscles tense, you felt him so close you were rolling your eyes at how you were trying harder to suck when you had just the tip between your lips soaked in his pre-seminal fluid.

"K-ken in my mouth, P-please" you asked needily even as you felt the slight pain from how he guided you by your hair and the burning in your throat "In m-my mouth."

The older man could only smile at your barely whispered request over the tip of his cock, you were giving him licks for how you couldn't lodge it in your mouth and part of your throat. Draken forcefully pulled your hair down so that you lifted your head up catching as you held your pretty tongue out waiting for something, and that filled him with excitement you were such a dirty and horny girl. Watching your cute and sexy scene he put some saliva in his mouth giving you apparently a signal by the way you got more comfortable as you pulled a little more of your pink tongue out of your waiting lips and with that he dropped a drop of saliva.

"Don't swallow precious slut" instructed Draken taking his left hand on his cock to masturbate on your pretty little face, he could almost see your bright heart shaped eyes by the way you looked hungrily at his cock but that drove him more, the pleasure coursed through them almost numbing him but that only added to it. He had never been so turned on by anyone before but you, your very image and caresses drove him crazy, with a grunt he sped up his hand on his cock until it spilled over your mouth and part of your little face, he admired how you were about to close your mouth but still with his hard cock he forcelessly slapped the mess in your mouth "I think I told you not to swallow my beautiful slut, didn't I? Or does just the sight of my cock make you dumb?"

Your answer was a broken sob, you felt the hot mess on your tongue and how it dripped little by little into your mouth, how drops of cum had fallen on the skin of your face but you couldn't use your hands, you were so needy you didn't know when you started to shed tears again but you felt how your partner's fingers picked up what stained your face and smeared it on your lips before kissing you. You were surprised but not amazed, you had kissed before with your fluids or his cum in your mouths but it was always thrilling as well as exciting, you had known men who wouldn't even kiss you after giving them a blow job but Draken could suck the life out of your mouth even when you had his cum in your mouth.

And they both trusted each other.

Draken hadn't been able to resist your beautiful mouth nor your swollen lips, he knew there was a mess but having dirty kisses like that with you just turned him on too much almost feeling overstimulated and the way you clung to his neck tightly indicated that you loved it. He tasted you on his tongue as well as his cum and it was fucking hot stuff, before laying you down on the floor a thud made them cut the kiss short but not let go.

"The bike Ken" you reported looking over his shoulder as the bike had fallen off its stand backwards.

And indeed Draken looked at it, it had fallen because of the movement earlier that left it unstable on the stand but right now he cared little about it he had plenty of time to fix it.

"That will be later, now just kiss me pretty girl."

Mitsuya Takashi.

It had all started with you in front of him adjusting the suit you had given him, a suit he had praised before on a date they had passed near a boutique and weeks later you had given him the suit in his favorite shades. He had been thrilled and even more thrilled by the stupidly beautiful bouquet of flowers that came with the box and a note quoting him on a certain day for a special dinner. You were charming and detail oriented, you made him blush with just a flirtatious and discreet smile but at times you showed off, genuinely it had started out harmlessly but ended with your mouth almost sealed on the base of his cock you hadn't even pulled his clothes down you had only unzipped his fly to get his hard cock out.

And there was only about 25 minutes left, enough to milk him in your words.

Your head was going up and down his hard cock, you didn't let a single drop fall on his pants or your even dress on his suit. You just had to get his erection down so he wouldn't attract stares before you left the apartment, but you were getting so turned on that your panties were soaking wet what you would give to have Takashi's long fingers in your pussy.

"A-love we w-will be late" moaned Mitsuya stiflingly clutching your hands on his body, I admired from above how you were elegantly on your knees without wrinkling your dress too much mate to his suit and you were straining on his cock sucking it, though by how your hips moved almost imperceptibly they were even but the pleasure gave him whiplash that made him hunch over as his cock quivered in your mouth and his body too, your fingers clawed over his t-shirt hard as he spilled completely down your throat without warning feeling you squeeze his cock even tighter by how you milked him for all he was worth, sucking him hard "Fucking d-god."

With a wet 'pop' you let his clean cock out of your mouth and swallowed it all down without spitting it out, it tasted nice and if you dared to do so it would splatter his clothes that was the last thing you wanted. You cleared your throat a little before bringing the wetness around your lips with your fingers to your mouth where you sucked the rest and without missing a beat you kissed the head of Takashi's cock before pulling his boxers up properly and getting fully incorporated.

"You are so sexy" complimented the taller one looking down at you smiling, your lips moist and a little swollen from the kisses earlier and how he had stretched a little over the thickness of his cock. You were so attractive in his eyes that he couldn't stop himself from kissing you, chaste kisses that gave him a taste of your flavor that got louder and louder until he managed to suck your tongue into his mouth eagerly as you had before letting you go even more dazed "I wish I could take that damn dress off and fuck you right now."

"Takashi it will be getting to us later, won't it?"

"Coming from our dinner I will fuck you in every part of the house" sensually threatened the taller one clinging to your waist before kissing you again "Even in the sale with the curtains open, your dress under your cute tits and my cock buried in that wet pussy my love"

"I'll hold you to that promise sweetheart"

Smiley | Kawata Nahoya.

Smiley rammed your little mouth almost as if he hated you, pulling back fast to push his cock into your mouth just as quickly using you as a fucking fleshlight which was what you had asked him to do earlier. He was pressing down on your throat with one hand, your pretty head hanging off the edge of the bed upside down and redoubled his efforts as he saw how your little fingers were under your shorts. He was nothing away from holding your legs and eating your pussy properly but his orgasm coursed through him breaking him completely, with one hard onslaught he filled your mouth with his cum and released your throat.

"That's it doll don't waste a drop" Smiley instructed smiling as he saw you barely in yourself, you were dazed and somewhat drunk, almost like when he was lost in your delicious pussy.

Before he could move you as he wished Smiley heard the fucking apartment lock open, he recognized his brother's footsteps and quickly moved you so you were sitting opposite him and sealed his lips with yours proving himself, he had to disappear his seed from your mouth before his brother came upstairs to see you. You had left before your turn because of how your ankle hurt from a recent fall, he covered you with his body and held you tightly by your chubby cheeks sharing what you had in your mouth, when the door to his room opened you pressed more against his body covering his naked cock.

"Smi- oh sorry for interrupting" apologized Angry embarrassed at the sight of his sister in law and brother kissing, he slammed the door shutting it before running away.

Ignoring that Smiley continued kissing you, licking and rubbing his tongue on yours sharing everything before cutting the kiss short.

"One day Angry will see you with your balls inside me Smiley, you should lock your door asshole."

"What's the thrill of that?"

With a pout you groped his bare and still sensitive cock in retaliation hearing his involuntary squeal.

"Ya doll! I get it!"

"I don't think so because you're still hard."

Mikey | Sano Manjiro.

Kiss after kiss Mikey felt you more uneasy, cold hands running over his skin under his shirt to the edge of his pants, trembling fingers. He could only smile he knew your needs well, after all you had accompanied him all the way even now when Kanto ManjiKai was soaked in blood and crime, you didn't care you just hugged him to your chest as if he was fragile.

Keeping you satisfied, healthy and content was the least you deserved.

I could feel Sanzu's sharp gaze on both of you but you cared little or nothing for how you lavished wet kisses from the corner of his lips to his neck where you bit and sucked hard with the clear intention of marking him since apparently the tattoo of your initials over his heart wasn't enough, I understood why he felt it too.

"Do you want Sanzu to look angel?" the blond questioned you with a deep voice.

You left your task of marking him aside to see Sanzu standing in front of the doors, you could see how he had reddish cheeks and hands behind his back, in your intense gaze Mikey hugged you even more to his side kissing you back coaxing you to hurry up and decide.

"Yes Jiro, I want you to take a closer look if you don't mind?" you replied finally looking your partner in the eyes, eyes black and shining in a dark way.

You knew how much your partner had changed over the years but you couldn't love him any less, every day you fell more in love and perhaps you sinned of being morally grey and questionable but little did you care, no one else would kill for you like him.

"You know it doesn't bother me, after all he loves to look at his Reyna doesn't he Sanzu?"

You still felt somewhat self-conscious (no longer jealous since Sanzu was like a bodyguard of sorts) at how Sanzu seemed to adore Miley but that adoration extended to you, how he looked at you full of absolute adoration and as if begging for praise. But it was certainly nice, maybe a little arousing the way Mikey fondled your tits over your clothes and Sanzu kept his eye on nothing.

"Yes my King."

With that answer you felt Mikey's chest rumble with his laughter, a damn laugh that made you squeeze your legs together and rub them together, you were looking for some friction that wasn't from Mikey's fingers or Sanzu's thighs since every now and then, when Mikey was too busy not to attend to you as his girlfriend he would allow you to use Sanzu at your complete whim but you were always self-conscious and it was he who invited you to use him as your personal plaything but no, you never did without him getting some equal attention since you knew how much work he did in the gang and at Mikey's side.

"Go ahead my Reyna" prompted the pink haired one watching you hide on his Rey's shoulder, but he didn't lose track of your hand on his leader's crotch.

Mikey was frankly feeling aroused, you knew of his slight fetish for exhibitionism and apparently you enjoyed it, it was a release of power to do it in front of his subordinate and not be embarrassed. I imagined you did it on nights when he couldn't come and fuck you as you asked him to do in calls, would you fail Sanzu? Although I didn't believe it, maybe I was just rubbing your tender pussy covered by your panties and pajama shorts on his body. I could only laugh as I imagined you like that, so pampered and needy because that's the way he wanted to keep you always. Your hand on his crotch stimulated him properly and he always wondered how you could open his pants without the need for two hands but it mattered little or nothing because it was with him that you had developed that agility.

"Come on angel you know what you want don't you? Don't be ashamed now" commented the blond to the air squeezing his partner's round ass preparing the flesh for a proper stroke that made him lean forward "That's it, do as you wish, my body belongs to you."

Motivated you leaned over his lap following your intense desire and pulled down your partner's boxers letting out his fat, long cock with highlighted veins. You gave your first shy licks to the shaft holding it between your hands to tap it on your cheeks and tongue, you adored the warm and slightly salty but sweet taste of his cock. You kissed its head before putting it in your mouth feeling how it occupied the space in your mouth, filling it and little by little you were going down to go up slowly, you were preparing your mouth to speed up.

"Isn't she perfect my angel Sanzu?" asked Mikey taking you by the back of the neck to push you down until your lips brushed the fabric of his clothes.

The pink haired one just watched admiringly as his kings shared an intimate moment, he forced himself not to get an erection and it always worked perfectly for him but now when your bright eyes watched him out of the corner of your eye shedding tears that ran down your long eyelashes he was having trouble.

"Y-yes it is my King."

"You heard angel, you're perfect."

You let out a choked sob as best you could as you began to bob up and down on your partner's long fat cock, feeling it invade your oral cavity as if it was monopolizing you and filling you completely. Up and down you went, gaining speed little by little, until you were pulled up by the back of your neck and received a wet kiss from Mikey. Such a dirty, dirty, wet kiss in which you shared saliva and pre-seminal fluid.

You both could do such acts without consequences in your gangbang.

Mikey also tasted on your pink tongue and the taste of your strawberry ice cream that you had eaten before arriving at the Kanto ManjiKai headquarters. He adored kissing you in any situation that existed around both of you, as long as he could invade your little mouth, plunder your precious lips for the best even with his seed in your mouth, who wouldn't kiss his partner after he gave him a perfect blowjob? Only stupid people wouldn't.

Sano Shinichiro.

He was craving a cigarette between his lips, creating a light cloud of smoke in front of him, not so dense that he couldn't see anything but as in his memories. He hadn't smoked a cigarette for over nine months but every now and then he craved one, just one but he knew better.

You had gone out of your way to help him as well as his family.

He could remember his brothers three brothers throwing cigarettes in the trash and his grandfather destroying the stashes where he had without fail and ceremoniously kept packs for his consumption. It was complicated, he had spent years since high school smoking and now he could not consume any.

The first few months had been torture.

It was hell but if hell would endure with your little mouth on his cock I would repeat it a thousand times. Shinichiro shuddered as he felt a little of your teeth graze his sensitive cock, almost imperceptible and delicate before you pulled it completely out of your mouth.

"It's better than a cigar Shin?" questioned the female with her smile pressed on your cock.

Shinichiro melted at the sight, it was lucky he was sitting down because otherwise he would have fallen on the floor when you suddenly sheathed his entire length in your mouth, as if it was everyday. And it felt so sensitive, it always had been and it would have been an insecurity had I not seen the pleasure written all over your face when I filled your mouth with a not so rough blowjob and how long it could last compared to others you got to be with, now it was something you liked and it felt good.

"Y-yes much better m-mommy."

All at once you descended even more on his member, feeling even more turned on by the nickname. You loved it when he called you nicknames like that and clung to your shoulders, he was so malleable when you gave him a blow job. With a wet pop you let go of his cock and felt out of nowhere his hands on your cheeks and his lips on yours, he was kissing you when you still had the register of the sticky honey gushing from his cock and you clearly heard his moans.

"I-I want to cum in y-your pussy m-mommy."

Baji Keisuke.

Being in the warehouse was a common occurrence for him, when the store was slow he used to hide in there leaving his partner in front but now he was playing with time. There were about ten minutes left for his partner to return with the supplies but it was impossible for him to resist you when you arrived at his store with an airy summer dress and the new gloss he had bought you days ago. A damn flavored gloss he had found on the wish list in the online shopping app and didn't hesitate to buy you several of your favorite flavors (although at the time he didn't know they were flavored because he only remembered seeing you say they were good), but now he was completely grateful for it.

It had all started innocently enough.

A kiss on the counter and small talk, until your gaze had wandered over his body stopping at his crotch every now and then for you to lick your lips a little and that was enough to ignite a flame deep inside him. Baji had eaten you up with kisses on the way to the warehouse groping your body pressing and squeezing your flesh at will and in his own way, wishing he could be under your little dress to eat you like he should but your puppy dog eyes convinced him to let you suck his cock. And boy were you excited about it.

You were on your knees clawing at his muscular thighs with your fingers and with your mouth covering his length, you felt your lips tense a little from how they stretched around his thickness. You longed for them to be able to be home so he could rip off your dress and blow your back failing you but today was one of those busy days in the middle of the day. You sank fully onto his cock listening above your head as he asked you to stop, and with a watery 'pop' you left his cock is peace to look up at him from below still paying attention, you left little kisses.

"There are only minutes left doll and I don't want to leave you voiceless it would be suspicious" informed Baji taking his cock in his dominant hand starting to masturbate right in front of your pretty little face, that made him even more as you looked at him hungrily as if asking for more cock "So open that little mouth for me."

You obeyed and pressed your hands on your thighs keeping your head erect without closing your mouth, sticking out just a little bit your tongue watching your boyfriend masturbating on your face. You could see his expression of pleasure and how he was biting his lips to keep from moaning openly, you knew Kazutora would come at any moment. And as if timed his semen splashed on your tongue and part of your lips when you heard a car pull up in front of the store. You didn't have time for anything as Baji suddenly lifted you up kissing you without any warning, tongue to tongue and as you could barely swallow half of his seed because of how he was eating your mouth. You heard the front door open and with trembling hands you slipped his cock into his boxers and arranged his clothes properly before clinging with both arms around his neck.

"Baji- Oh my god, sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you!" almost came a squeak from Kazutora.

You watched from the corner of your eye still drunk with your boyfriend's tongue in your mouth as he ran him off with a gesture to give him time, and when he ran off to where the caterers were still waiting he spanked you hard cutting off the kiss.

"Coming home you will be my dinner."

Baji wiped his lips before kissing you one last time, already in front he would drink water and wash off any traces, he wasn't nasty and felt satisfied he didn't want you to eat nasty things.

"Hurry up pretty boy."

Kisaki Tetta.

"Then we will visit my parents this week right Kisaki?" questioned the Tachibana still walking around her husband's office not interested in seeing her partner.

And internally Kisaki was thankful for that because while he didn't let between seeing anything he could tell he was sweating a little.

"Yeah, whatever now you can retire I have to work."

The Tachibana just withdrew without further ado leaving her husband in her office, after all they didn't love each other it had only been convenience to get what they both wanted and they got it.

It was sinful.

Once a few minutes had passed after Tachibana's departure, Kisaki created more space by stepping away from her desk so that you could go out underneath with slightly disheveled hair and somewhat dazed, almost sleepy.

"Does it relax you that much to suck my cock beautiful?" questioned the taller one watching you get up from the floor and Kisaki patted her lap which you climbed onto with somewhat sleepy movements, being under the desk for about 45 minutes listening to everything had numbed your legs apparently. Tetta could only laugh when you clung to her shoulders "I think so" she replied somewhat amused.

Tetta knew how cuddly you were getting after being on your knees for so long and with your mouth full, so she filled her cheeks, nose, forehead and finally her lips with kisses, having a simple taste of the pre-seminal fluid product of your attentions and without caring anything with soft movements she urged you to separate your lips a little, which you did and she put her tongue in your hot mouth being immediately reciprocated by you.

He loved kissing you, it was simple.

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nanawritesit · 2 years ago

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Class 1A as Baristas at a Coffee Shop

TW: this is aged up bc there’s references to alcohol and 🍃, so if you’re a child of god then read no further 💀 also mineta isn’t included because i hate him, and you should too 😊

A/N: i’m a barista so i’m qualified to make these claims. also i know i haven’t written any of my actual requests. i’m depressed and my life is chaotic. besides this is just for fun and didn’t really take much effort so leave me alone 😤

midoriya:

literally the best barista boy on the planet

his customer service skills are GOD-TIER

even when a customer is being rude to him, he’s just such a lil cinnamon roll back to them and kills them with his kindness

has amazing relationships with all the regulars, completely memorizes all their names and orders

legit has full conversations with them

“hey carl, how’s the wife doin’?”

“welcome back emily, did you get into that university you told me about?”

“good afternoon joyce, how’d your husband’s gallbladder surgery go?”

comes up with really creative drinks to use for the monthly specials

is secretly all of the managers favorites because he just works so hard (even bakugou’s)

whips through all the cleaning so fast at the end of the day

todoroki: “okay so we need to wash the utensils, mop the floors, and clean the espresso machine…”

midoriya: “oh, i already did all that todoroki!” 😊

loves coffee but is very sensitive to the caffeine so the managers have to make sure he doesn’t have more than two shots a day 💀

bakugou:

one of the managers

honestly the least likely person you’d expect to be a barista

can only work morning shift bc he goes to sleep at 8:30 (nerd)

his customer service SUCKS but he’s literally so good at his job they can’t really fire him

he just hardly ever runs the cash register and assigns it to one of the more sunshine-y baristas (usually deku or uraraka)

not usually trusted with training new recruits bc he’s such a bully

if a customer is being rude to one of the baristas he won’t hesitate to clap back, because HE’S the only one allowed to bully his employees 😤

uraraka will just step away from the cash register and go “bakugou i need your help with something” and he whips around with the most deadly grimace

bakugou: “is there a problem, sir?”

customer: “n-no problem here, the coffee tastes great” 😄

god forbid one of them gets snappy on one of the rare occasions he works the register

customer: “i demand to see your manager!”

bakugou: “you’re lookin’ at him, dumbass”

damn near explodes when some white girl comes through wanting a mocha caramel latte-cino made with skim milk and no whipped cream in a medium cup with the same amount of coffee as a small so she can stir in her own nutmeg

doesn’t give a single fuck about regulations if he thinks they’re unnecessary

iida: “bakugou, the health department says these bagels have to be thrown away after six days!”

locks the doors ten minutes before closing time and won’t let anyone else in

bakugou: “i don’t give a damn what the health department says, i’m not throwing away six perfectly good bagels!”

punched the espresso machine one time when it wasn’t working and it fucking exploded 💀

iida made him walk across town to buy a new one

todoroki:

another one of the managers

is tasked with training the majority of the new recruits since bakugou cant

the most level-headed chill person to have around during a rush, he never loses his head

can instantly correct someone’s order if they mistakenly got a hot or iced coffee

customer: “excuse me, i ordered this coffee iced.”

todoroki: “oh i’m so sorry, lemme just-“ *touches the cup with his right hand and it fills with ice* “there ya go”

customer: “i don’t mean to be a bother, but i wanted a hot coffee and this is iced.”

todoroki: “yeah gimmie a sec-“ *heats up the cup with his left hand and melts the ice* “should be good now”

likes macchiatos because the separated milk and coffee reminds him of his hair 🥺

pisses off the rude customers with his indifference

customer: “i’ll just take my business elsewhere!”

todoroki: “okay well, it’s your money so you can do what you want with it”

gets flirted with all the time but is too oblivious to notice

kaminari: “dude that girl TOTALLY just gave you her number”

todoroki: “nah she probably just wrote it down in case we needed a survey” *throws it away*

kaminari wants to go off on him but he racks in a lot of money in tips for all of them to split so he keeps quiet

iida:

general manager from hell

runs the shop like it’s the fucking army

really nice if you follow all the regulations tho 😀

he’s the best person to have around during a rush because he just kicks his engines into maximum overdrive and speeds through all the orders

also does deliveries on the side because he’s a fast boi

tried to implement a demerit system, but bakugou took one look at the poster and tore it off the wall 💀

everyone prays to god that they get scheduled with momo instead of him

constantly taps the other workers on the shoulder to hand them a wash cloth and a spray bottle and goes “if you’ve got time to lean, you’ve got time to clean”

everyone acts like they hate him, but when he gave a really touching speech at the christmas party everyone started crying

also organized the secret santa

ends up apologizing to customers for bakugou’s terrible customer service and hands them like a thousand coupons

uraraka:

customer service skills only come second to midoriya’s

she’s a DELIGHT to talk to

even at 7 am when you’re sleep deprived and caffeine deficient, the sight of her smiling face behind the counter will cheer you up :)

during a rush she forgets not to grab the receipts with all five fingers, so they’ll just start floating everywhere

bakugou: “hey round face, all my orders are on the ceiling!”

uraraka: “oh shoot, sorry!” *puts hands together* “release!”

draws cute little pictures on all the chalkboards 🥰

somehow knows exactly what a customer would like when they ask her to recommended something? people start wondering if that’s her real superpower

ironically doesn’t like the taste of coffee… her favorite drink is a hot chocolate with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles

tsuyu:

only got the job to be closer to her best friend uraraka but ends up really enjoying it

gets nervous talking to customers so she mostly just sticks to making the drinks

has to be reminded not to grab things with her tongue because it’s against the health code 💀

when a customer is rude to her the ENTIRE team gets pissed at them, because she’s an angel and must be protected 😤

hates when people watch her make their drinks (she gets anxious 🥺)

pretty much the baby of the shop, whenever she accidentally burns herself steaming milk everyone rushes over like “OH MY GOD TSU ARE YOU OKAY?!?!”

kirishima:

one of the only two baristas trained by bakugou, so he ends up being really good at making coffee

is able to memorize large orders really quickly

“alright i’ve got a skinny macchiato no whip, iced dirty chai with oat milk and an added shot, two americanos extra hot, and a vanilla frappe?”

is the designated carrier of the cold brew kegs

AND the delivery boxes

AND the milk jugs

pretty much anything that’s heavy, he happily carries it

eventually becomes a team trainer, which suits him perfectly because he’s always boosting the team’s morale

bakugou giving the morning debrief: “alright guys, today’s gonna be super busy, and it’s gonna suck.”

kirishima: “SO LETS GET OUT THERE AND DO OUR BEST! I KNOW WE CAN DO IT!” 😆

kaminari:

the OTHER only employee that was trained by bakugou

tries so hard to flirt with customers but fails miserably

is really good at making coffee but he makes a decent amount of mistakes, like using the wrong milk or making drinks hot instead of iced (good thing we have todoroki!)

also wanted to become a team trainer but couldn’t pass the servsafe exam 😀

hooked himself up the espresso machine after bakugou broke it so they could use it until he came back with a new one 💀

does stupid shit with kirishima whenever the shop is dead

bakugou walked in on them making a castle out of cups and knocked it over, then screamed at them to get back to work

conveniently goes to the bathroom every time a huge group of people walks in

sneaks his phone in the bathroom with him

is also a chronic stoner and can’t get through a shift without hitting his pen

he accidentally left it in his apron one night and the next day iida gave everyone a talk about paraphernalia in the workplace

and everyone just had to act like they didn’t know it was kaminari’s 🤡

sero:

only has this job to pay for weed

is basically a glorified janitor because he’s not good at making coffee at ALL

he tries tho 😗

has the worst memory ever

customer: “can i get a small hot vanilla cappuccino?”

sero: “yeah so a large iced mocha frappe?”

customer: “no… a small hot vanilla cappuccino…”

sero: “yeah, that’s totally what i said.” 😀

also can’t remember how to make drinks to save his life

sero: “i’m sorry but what the hell is the difference between an iced coffee and an iced latte?”

bakugou: “OH MY GOD IVE TOLD YOU LIKE A HUNDRED TIMES”

goes to take out the trash with kaminari and they don’t come back for like twenty minutes

and when they do they’re coughing up a storm and reeking of weed 💀 like they don’t even try to hide it

would have gotten fired months ago if they weren’t so short staffed

mina:

is also a team trainer because she’s good with people

tries to get everyone to hang out outside of work, and she usually succeeds

made everyone go to karaoke and get drunk together

iida was QUITE the life of the party after a few drinks, and she evilly videotaped it all

makes memes about the managers and sends them to the barista group chat

spontaneously starts dancing while working, even when there’s customers

drinks like eight shots of espresso a day

is also the shop’s social media manager

constantly takes pictures of everyone and posts them on the shop’s instagram

jirou:

manages the shop playlist

kaminari tried to get her to put a bunch of inappropriate rap songs on it but she didn’t want iida to get mad

sings to herself throughout the entire shift, everyone thinks it’s really cute

except bakugou, he isn’t afraid to tell her to shut up

only drinks black coffee, she doesn’t like milk or sugar

always spices up her uniform with cool accessories and jewelry

she’s not going to sacrifice her individuality for a corporate position 😌 (even if iida constantly lectures her… momo didn’t want to hear it anymore so she started scheduling jirou with her)

momo:

assistant general manager

everyone loves her, she’s an amazing boss

always releases the schedule two weeks ahead of time

is everyone’s barista crush

literally, a new man asks her out every day

is in charge of keeping inventory and ordering ingredients, she’s good at math so everything is always well stocked

is super nice to all the new employees she trains

is a tea enthusiast

sources a bunch of fancy tea and recommends it to the customers

she’s actually garnered a few coffee converts, no one is really able to say no to her pretty face 🥰

never gets made at anyone for requesting time off, in fact she’ll excitedly ask them ab their plans

also never guilts anyone for being sick and not coming into work

pretty much everyone’s mom, if anyone comes in looking upset she’s immediately like “okay what’s wrong, tell me right now”

hagakure:

sneaks up on people all the time

like someone will go up the counter to get their coffee and just see a floating apron

customer: “um, i ordered a latte and-“

hagakure: “yeah, it’s right here!” 😄

customer: “OH MY GOD-“

LOVES to gossip with mina

always has way too much energy early in the morning

*todoroki barely being able to keep his eyes open as he unlocks the door*

hagakure: “AYO SHOTO ARE YOU READY TO OPEN THIS COFFEE SHOP?!?!”

aoyama:

refuses to wear a hair net

DEVOURS croissants

wants to put cheese on the menu, and doesn’t care at all that it’s a coffee shop

buys fresh flowers to put on all the tables 🥰

one day the open sign burnt out so bakugou made him shine his navel laser though it 💀

goes on his phone during his shift ALL the time, and never listens to iida when he yells at him to put it away

tokoyami:

everyone likes being scheduled with him because he’s basically two baristas

“hey dark shadow, can you make this order for me while i stock the bakery case?”

wants to be emo like jirou and only drink black coffee, but can’t stand the taste

“yeah jirou, we’re the only strong ones in the shop!” *dumps three creams and five sugars in his coffee when no one’s looking*

made everyone wear costumes for halloween and handed out candy to customers

purposefully messes up rude customers’ orders 💀

like if they ask for almond milk he’ll put in whole milk so they shit themselves

or if they want it skinny he’ll use the regular syrups so they get sugar overload

doesn’t know how to answer the phone

customer: “is this my hero coffee academia?”

tokoyami: “no, this is fumikage.” *hangs up*

almost has a meltdown everytime he spills something, has to lock himself in the freezer to calm down before walking back out like nothing happened

only works night shift for obvious reasons

shouji:

multitasking king

all his arms allow him to do different things at once

him and iida are the speed demons of the shop, so when the two of them work together everything gets done in like two seconds

iida will be running around making all the orders while shouji is cleaning everything all at once

is pretty much everyone’s therapist, he’s just so easy to vent to

gives the best advice

is so huge and intimidating that there’s hardly ever any rude customers during his shift

koda:

gets so upset every time a bug is killed in the kitchen

koda: “NO PLEASE HE HAS A FAMILY”

momo: “koda i understand this is hard for you, but we cannot have a spider roaming freely around the food”

squeals whenever a customer leaves their dog outside

he’ll be standing at the window with his hands pressed up against the glass and tears in his eyes

todoroki: *sigh* “you can go pet the dog if you want-“

koda: “THANK YOU” *sprints out the door*

starts buying dog treats to give to the owners, he even offers to put them in a little cup of whipped cream 🥺

gets sato to make some vegan baked goods :)

ojiro:

cant spell customers’ names right to save his life

ojiro: “alright, can i get a name for this?”

customer: “yeah, it’s brian with a y!”

ojiro: “got it!” *writes yrian*

or he just writes the wrong name altogether

sharon is now shannnon

tyler is now tyson

jack is now jake

let’s kaminari fluff his tail when he gets overstimulated during a rush 🥺

is constantly apologizing to everyone for accidentally bumping into them with it

sato:

the faithful head baker

comes in at 4 am everyday to prep the baked goods

always asks everyone if they have any special requests <3

customers are constantly complimenting the stuff he makes and asking who made them

the baristas just smile and they’ll them that their baker sato made them, and if he’s still there, they’ll drag him out to accept the compliments 🥰

isn’t very good at asking for help, but hagakure and aoyama are always around to frost donuts or decorate cupcakes when he’s running behind :)

(BONUS) aizawa:

the area coach that stops by every so often to make sure everything is running up to standard

everyone is really scared of him but he honestly doesn’t give a single fuck so long as they’re not serving trash

only comes by during the night shift because he refuses to wake up early

and of course that’s when they least expect him

iida and momo are just nervously leading him around the shop while kirishima and kaminari are sprinting to the kitchen to throw away all the expired food 💀

tells them they’ll get shut down if they don’t get enough customer surveys, which makes everyone panic and hand them out with every order

they still didn’t have enough so sero and mina were in the back filling them out the day they were due 🤡

turns out they were never going to get shut down, he just lied to them so they’d push surveys 🙃

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mintsbubbletea · 11 months ago

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 - 𝐒𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Word Count: 1,173

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader,blood, ptsd,nude drawings, mentions of male private parts

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Quirk user has a drawing tablet and stencil, can attatch to clothes or body parts. Can draw anything in the tablet and it will come to life, can be aniamls, weapons, items , anything as long as they can draw it.

You left your dorm room, clutching your sketchbook and a handful of pencils, in search of a peaceful spot to let your creativity flow. Weekends were your favorite time to draw and be alone with your thoughts. Although drawing was your quirk, you preferred it when it was freestyle and not too intense.

Exiting the elevator, you adjusted your hoodie and entered the lounge area. A few of your classmates were already there, the early birds who enjoyed waking up early. Momo greeted you "Morning Y/n," turning towards you as she waited for her tea to boil. You waved back, your mouth occupied with pencils, while your other hand held two bags of chips.

Taking a seat at the table, you placed your belongings down and let out a sigh. The lounge room was unusually quiet, especially for this time of day. Glancing around, you noticed the same five people who were always up at this hour - Iida, Todoroki, Koda, Tokoyami, and of course, Momo. Pulling your knee up to your chest, you immediately began sketching.

After a short while of doing your own thing, Momo placed a cup of tea in front of you, being careful not to disturb your drawings. You glanced up and couldn't help but smile at the girl beside you. "Peppermint?" you asked, bringing the cup to your nose and taking a whiff. "Y/n, I wouldn't be your friend if I didn't know your preferred flavor."

Recognizing the familiar scent, you took a sip eagerly. Closing your eyes, you savored the taste that brought back fond memories. Peppermint tea would always hold a special place in your heart. When you were around 7 years old, you and your parents would often sit on the couch, sipping peppermint tea on chilly days, snuggled up under cozy blankets, enjoying each other's company. This became a cherished routine until you turned 10, when things suddenly changed. Your parents grew distant, speaking formally and giving short responses. They only seemed to care about work, and one day, you woke up to find them gone. Returning home, the house remained empty. Since then, your family had never been the same, communicating in robotic, formal answers. Now, you struggled with any noise, as you had grown accustomed to silence.

Passing Momo one of your chips, you both sat there in comfortable silence. Unfortunately, your peace was soon interrupted as the rest of 1-A began to arrive for breakfast or their usual activities. Mentally sighing, you knew your tranquility was about to be shattered. "Here," Momo spoke up, offering a solution. You looked up and saw her creating earplugs from her chest. At this point, you were used to her quirks, so you didn't bother acting flustered. Swiftly, you grabbed the earplugs and inserted them into your ears, effectively blocking out most of the noise.

You did your best to ignore the rowdy bunch, but Bakugo's loud yelling and the rest of them talking loudly made it impossible. The noise was overwhelming, and you could feel the frustration building up inside you. Quickly, you packed up and stood up, giving a smile to Momo before hurrying away from the group.

"Y/n always leaves when we get here. Is it because we smell?" Denki asked, raising his arms to smell his armpits. Kirishima smacked the back of his head. "Don't be weird, bro," he said with disgust.

"It's because they have sensitive ears," Momo spoke up on your behalf. "We've been classmates for months now, you should at least know that much about them." Momo walked towards them, a smirk on her face. "Plus, you guys are just too loud. You're even making me leave." She walked towards the exit, munching on her chips.

"That's not our fault, Y/n barely responds when we try to talk to them," Denki mumbled, crossing his arms. "Even I knew that," Todoroki spoke up from behind them. Sero turned to face him. "Did Y/n tell you?" he asked. Todoroki shook his head. "No, but their body language did. They would cover their ears whenever you guys come in or when it gets too loud for them. And today, Momo even gave them earplugs." He spoke with ease. "As aspiring pros, we should know how to observe people," he added, his voice tinged with a hint of monotone.

The next day, you left your dorm and headed towards the lounge area to meet up with Momo, just like you did every weekend. You had your sketchbooks and pencils in hand, ready to spend some quality time together. Usually, everything was the same - you would sit down, the usual five people would be there, Momo would make you tea, and you would share your chips. But today was different.

As you started drawing, you felt a presence in front of you. Looking up, you saw Denki, Sero, and Kirishima standing there, with Bakugo a little further away. "Hey Y/n," Sero spoke up. You smiled softly and greeted them. "Hello. Is something wrong?" you asked, concerned.

"No, we just wanted to talk to you since we never really do," Denki replied, before noticing your sketchbook. "Wow, Y/n! I knew you liked drawing and it's part of your quirk, but I never knew you were this good," Kirishima exclaimed as he sat next to you, peering over your shoulder at your drawing. "You drew Momo so well. It looks incredibly realistic," he said in awe.

One thing you loved about drawing was capturing people's details and making them look realistic, as if someone had taken a photograph. "Thank you, Kirishima," you said gratefully, as the rest of the boys gathered behind to admire your work.

But then, in an instant, Denki snatched your sketchbook and started flipping through the pages. Panic washed over you, as you had some personal drawings in there. "Please don't look-" you pleaded, but it was too late.

"Whoa, they drew all of us!" Denki exclaimed, showing the group. "Denki, Y/n said not to look through them," Momo tried to intervene, attempting to retrieve the book. "I know, but these drawings are just too good!"

"Denki-" Sero began, but more of your classmates started to gather around, curious about the commotion. You sat there, feeling helpless as they spoke over you, not listening to your pleas. Denki continued to show the class your drawings, flipping through the pages as everyone spoke loudly.

Todoroki's voice broke the silence, "Denki, can't you see Y/n doesn't want you looking?" You kept your gaze fixed on your hands, avoiding eye contact with anyone, as the noise around you became increasingly unbearable. Suddenly, your attention was drawn to Denki, who exclaimed, "Look, Todoroki! They drew a picture of you!" Your face drained of color as you realized what the next few pages held, and you vowed to keep them hidden from everyone. Denki turned the book towards Todoroki, revealing yet another drawing of him.

"Please, stop," you softly pleaded, covering your ears. Mineta questioned, "Why are there so many drawings of Todoroki?" Todoroki chimed in, "We shouldn't be looking." With each page flip, more drawings of the heterochromia boy emerged, some of them quite spicy, causing chaos to erupt. Todoroki fell silent, his face displayed on every page of the book. As more people spoke, the ringing in your ears intensified. You removed your hands from your ears, only to feel something wet. "Y/n, your ears are bleeding," Momo gasped, capturing everyone's attention. Jiro, who could relate to the situation, offered, "Let me see." She examined your ear and grabbed a napkin to clean it up. Overwhelmed, you stood up, tears welling in your eyes. "I told you to stop!" you yelled, wincing in pain. "Didn't I tell you to stop?" Your voice resonated louder than anyone had ever heard before. The room fell silent, mouths agape, in response to your sudden outburst.

You found yourself unable to form any other words, so you turned away and made your way towards the elevator, heading back to your room. Once you were safely inside your dorm, all the anger you had been holding in came pouring out. Tears streamed down your face as your sobs grew louder. You had never felt so embarrassed in your life. You laid down on your bed, facing away from the door. After a few minutes, there was a soft knock. "Come in," you sniffled, wiping away your tears. You turned to face Momo, but to your surprise, it wasn't your best friend standing in your room. "Oh. I thought you were Momo," you spoke gently, looking down at your leg as your feet dangled from the bed.

"I'm probably one of the last people you want to see right now," he said before moving closer to where you were sitting. "Can I clean up your ear?" Todoroki asked. You hesitated for a moment before nodding, your eyes fixed on the floor. He gently pushed the stray strands of hair behind your ear as he grabbed an alcohol pad to clean up the dried blood in and around your ear. You winced slightly at the sudden action. "Sorry," he whispered softly. He finished cleaning and then taped a gauze pad on your ear, just in case it started bleeding again.

"You know," he began as he packed away the trash, "I actually enjoyed the drawings."

"You did?" you asked, feeling the embarrassment creeping back in. "Yeah, the way you captured my facial expressions turned out really well. Especially the one where I was naked," he chuckled, causing you to playfully push him. "Stop," you laughed. "No one was supposed to see them."

"I really like this one," he exclaimed, pulling your sketchbook out from behind his back. "The way the water drop is rolling down my abs onto my di-" You swiftly snatched the book and tossed it onto your pile of clothes on the floor. "That's enough of that, I'm already embarrassed," you blushed.

"Hmm," Todoroki pondered. "How about you draw me right now?"

"Right now?" you questioned. "Yeah, so you won't feel so flustered. And if you want, you can show the class a PG drawing of me," he chuckled. You nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"Alright then, go get the book, my love,"

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hannahssimblr · 11 months ago

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For Simblr Gratitude Day!

This year, 2023 has been a really really amazing year for me creatively. I wrote over 270K words, I started and finished both parts 2 and 3 of Lucky Girl and I started Lucky Boy! When I began writing last year I really didn't see myself at this point, having written so much, having improved so much, and most importantly, having falling completely head over heels for this amazing community

Without the support and amazing feedback from so many people I would have quit a long time ago, but coming here and talking to you guys and being so incredibly inspired by other work is what really pushed me past the finish line. I want to express my gratitude for every single person who engaged with me this year, for those who liked and commented and shared and left me questions and anon asks, and even those who didn't, and just read along in silence - I see you there! You can't hide! Thank you so much.

This graph only shows my top 10, but I reached over 50 countries this year! that's pure mad.

You can see that it's the Americans and the British who really came through for me, and I'm sorry for poking gentle fun at you in my story - I know you are more than semi-automatic machine guns, UFOs & undesirable tourists, you know how it is, we're like the ignored middle child between you two and I'd be going against my cultural heritage if I didn't act up a little bit.

Most importantly I want to thank specific people today! Starting with @armoricaroyalty for making this day happen, and @daniigh0ul for coming up with the idea. I'm really excited to get to know you both much better in the new year & finally find the time to start reading your stuff - I've heard only good things.

to @sirianasims for poking me to join the writers group that has now absolutely swallowed up my free time (in a good way lmao) and for being hilarious and fun and just generally a gorgeous, open and supportive person. I've been reading Siri's story lately and I INSIST you check it out - I'm on gen 3 and completely obsessed by the thought that goes into this, the complexity of the relationships and really sensitive exploration of difficult material.

to @lynzishell for always being so positive and engaged, always taking the time to leave thoughtful comments and get genuinely excited over everyone's work! I'm DUG INTO her legacy, which is still on gen 1 and it makes my day better every single time I see an update from her - and I'm not even just saying that to be nice. It's an honest to god thrill for me to get to read about her characters. I'm beyond excited for what she's going to do in the new year

@mannylikessims deserves a shout out too for writing some of the best and funniest simlit I've had the pleasure of reading in a long time. Those Villarreal kids (and Jacques, obviously) have me on the edge of my seat. I feel insatiable for this story, like, give me more, all of the time. Just shovel it into my mouth. Manny has also brought me to literal tears with her comments. It's rare enough that you meet a reader that seems to truly understand what you're trying to say in your work - like, right to the heart of it, and Manny is one of those people.

I've just recently started reading @rebouks Somnium and Forever In Between (Don't do what I did if you haven't read yet - start with Somnium) and when I say I am HOOKED I mean it. The visuals alone are enough to make me want to burst into tears with the knowledge that I will never wrangle something so beautiful from the game, but you know what, that's okay, because I can come here and sob over Becca's work instead. I'm not even halfway through and I'm already bowled over by the character development, the dialogue, the humour, everything. The only thing I wish is that I had unlimited free time and 0 commitments so I could absolutely consume this work in one sitting, but I guess savoring it is good too.. Thank you Becca for pure inspiration <3

@pixelnrd for The Langston Legacy, a decades challenge which was actually the first sims 4 legacy I ever read - I stumbled across it on my very first day on simblr and I've loved loved loved it every since. The visuals are gorgeous, the story lines are always engaging, and just about every topic under the sun has been covered now. The dedication to accuracy is really admirable, and now that we've reached the 80s I'm genuinely beginning to feel nostalgic. I always find myself wanting more. I'm so much looking forward to the 90s! (And I can't believe you've made it this far, that's an achievement and a half)

Other storytellers and creators I want to shout out are @simstrashkingdom, @bakersimmer @simmysunset @igglemouse @simsstuph - You guys have created some really great stories this year, and I so long forward to reading more!

To @nexility-sims for creating our wonderful writing group (and for pairing with me) I'm dying to start reading your work properly, because even the small bits I've read have been so beautiful.

And to everyone else in the writing group! I know I have so many stories to catch up on, and I'm very intimidated by that fact, but I know that it means that 2024 holds a lot of exciting times! I want to learn from you all and be inspired and support you, so this is the year I'm going to do it <3

#simblr gratitude day #there's so much #so many people to thank #i'm so sorry if i forgot someone i'm overwhelmed

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lovezbrownies · 5 months ago

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By the latest post you made about Grim and talking about how pathetic he is. HE IS SO CUTE!! Like I love him so much like between him and his sister I say I like them both very much just in two diff ways yk? BUT I have yet another idea-ish I am cooking up in the moment.

Since, you did tell us how Grim and Gen were in their childhood ages and how they were both very distinctly different. With Gen being messy/tomboyish if you ask me and Grim being more like a spoiled whiny prince my bbg. How do you think both of them would act as love rivals from such a young age with a childhood sweet heart? Or as much as a sweet heart darling they can get, with Gen beating up Grim basically and getting angry/violent depending if she is as bad as she was when she’s young. Including, with Grim being a big crybaby most likely with Gen’s bullying. With darling being annoyed/fed up since they just wanted a normal play date with these two kids that was also most likely forced on her suddenly with Gen demanding time and Grim tagging along to help out darling since he does feel bad. And to also spend time

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Tornado anon... I missed your amazing long-form asks... ANOTHER BANGER AS PER USUAL FROM TORNADO !!!!! keep cooking oomf... we need your genius to live...

oomf I have to warn you this gave me such intense brain rot that It's too long and I have to put down a keep reading after this paragraph... You're such a creative genius bro...

First things first, I want to establish smth rq :3 While Gen's pretty mean to her older brother, she still loves and cares for him like he would for her, they both care for each other a lot but Gen likes starting fights and thinks its funny when Grim gets upset, while Grim likes to get his moms' attentions whenever Gen does something to him, sort of a win-win for both!

You would probably be someone who lacks supervision or needs to be babysat quite often to land in their hands when you were all young. Maybe no siblings, a single father who works more than he sees you, knowing it would be bad to leave a 7-year-old alone in the house they just moved into your father would go to the house across his, the Ludenhart Manor, after speaking to the two women living there they agreed to take care of you when he's not available, telling your father they too have their own kids, an energetic girl and a sensitive boy.

Meeting them that day was... interesting to say the least. When the two nice ladies walked you into their large house they led you to a room, where two young kids around your own age bickering like nutjobs. This foreshadowed the rest of your life, Gen immediately took a liking to you, forcing you to do dangerous things with her since her brother is so opposed to it, and you both hated and loved Gen's damn adventures, they were exhausting and scared the shit out of you half the time! The other half, however, gave way to amazing crazy stories you'd tell to keep a party alive!

While Grim was always so calm and affectionate, he loves physical affection so much, if you don't he'd be okay with it but you will need to compensate with verbal affection like "I love you, you're important, you're the best" Yada yada. Grim has always been a neat guy from birth to death, cleaning up after himself and keeping himself clean! He got super into skincare when he became a teen and still has an intense routine as he ages, this man will not neglect his skin at all! In fact, this skincare obsession extends to you, he will take his time observing your own skin and recommending different products to you then buy them for you whether you like it or, send you messages like "Good morning! An early morning is healthy for the body! Get up and put on the routine I'll send you now, Love you!" Sometimes he'd even be able to save you from Gen's strange antics where you two just lie on the floor and watch cartoons together until Gen comes back and sits down with you two.

Grim will however fight back against Gen when she does something especially upsetting, an example would be:

You were all at the private beach the Ludenharts own, of course excluding your busy father, Gen was off doing something you and Grim couldn't be bothered with while the two nice ladies were nearby sitting on a blanket talking about something your young mind couldn't be bothered with. You and Grim were having fun scouting the beach for things to use as decoration for the huge sandcastle Grim made! It was so much fun debating which shell should go where and you were so proud of Grim's work! It was so cool!!!

But then... a monster came! And tore all of it down! Roaring like a Lion, the monster tore it all down in a matter of seconds, turning back towards her older brother with a mischievous grin on her face, while Grim could only stare at all the hard work dead on the sand. Soon enough did the heavy tears and whimpering come out of the poor 8-year-old, without uttering a word, without alerting his moms like he usually did, he just... Ran off to the opposite direction, running far far away from you both. A grunt came out of the 6-year-old Gen, she then turned to you a big smile on her face exposing the two front teeth missing, giving her a lisp. "Ugggg he-he'th tho dramatic! Let'th go play ova' there!!" Gen would then grab you and run off to the seawater.

After about 10 minutes of playing in the water with Gen, you were starting to get concerned, Grim still isn't back and you can see him just... Sitting near the sea and every now and then get hit by small waves, he was shuffling with something you couldn't quite see clearly. So out of love for your friend, you pulled Gen with you, "You have to apologize! He's so sad! You need to!" "Ugg finee..." And so you two made your way to Grim, when you finally reached the young boy you nudged at Gen, "ow! U-Um, I'm thorry for-for knockin' down your thandcathle (sandcastle)... G-Grim? Are ya thtill mad?" Suddenly something muddy splashes Gen straight to her face, Grim now facing the two of you with balls of watery muddy sand all around him, "SAND FIGHT!!!" Grim exclaims as they both fight against each other, including you but always missing you on purpose.

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{ LEE HYERI, 20, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that MINNIE LEE? A FRESHMAN originally from PORTSMOUTH, they decided to come to Ogden College to study GEOLOGY on a FINANCIAL SCHOLARSHIP (remove if character is not a scholarship student). They’re THE DELUSONIAL on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

FULL NAME: lee minseo

NICKNAMES: minnie

BIRTHDAY: 4th july

HOROSCOPE: cancer

SEXUALITY: str8 :(

PET(S): she lives on a farm and has a collection of sylvanian families so too many to list

OCCUPATION: waitress at a diner in town, doordash driver

EXTRACURRICULARS: none

THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: optimistic, creative, caring

THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: sensitive, dishonest, obsessive

THREE SKILLS: creating fake scenarios, people watching and chasing, ensuring her sylvanian families collection maintains an active social life

pinterest (x)

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER: minnie's older brother went to ogden and were obsessed with greer. he always spoke about her, whenever they came home. she quickly understood their fascination once she started to work near campus. but the second her brother spoke about her, she hated herself for feeling the same way. nevertheless, she often stared in wonder, copying the way her and her friends would style their hair and dress but only within the confines of her own room. they reminded her so much of the cool girls in school that she never got the chance to befriend, and hoped that maybe, just maybe, if she ever got accepted into ogden, she'd be able to this time round.

PLEASE EXPAND ON HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR CHARACTER TROPE. the luke hemsworth of the family but middle child, the forgotten child. her family invested everything into her older brother so he could get into ogden as the a promising young athlete, and her sister appeared to have the smarts to do what minnie couldn't do: become a doctor. they've always required all the attention, and she claims they stole all the brains, beauty and height from her. but it was fine. it left her to do... well, absolutely nothing. if her life was a movie, she'd have fallen asleep in the first ten minutes. it has always been so boring and uneventful. everything about her life has just been average. so, she lives up in her head with her fake scenarios to keep things interesting. sometimes these thoughts spill over into reality because she can't fathom the idea of people realising she's as plain as she is, and her little white lies give her a bit of sparkle to stand out. but it's harmless, she thinks, as she'll pop her headphones on during her breaks at work and pretend she's getting ogled at on venice beach. her dream has always been to leave portsmouth and get to california to work for nasa because she is dying to share all of her research on aliens with them.

BACKGROUND:

grew up on a farm on the outskirts of portsmouth where it was expected she'd stay behind to help her parents on the farm because her brother was athletic and her sister was smart and she was just average

but she always had plans to leave because she has big dreams, even though they always spoke about how nice it is that she'll be with them forever

california had always been her goal because she's always wanted to be a supermodel, but then she stopped growing. so then she decided she wanted to be an olympic swimmer, but she's scared of water

but she has back up plan after back up plan and knew she'd eventually get there

living far from the few friends she made at school meant she had to rely on her parents to give her a lift or cycle, so the majority of her childhood was spent alone and with her parents

spent most of her time daydreaming, on twitter, reading fanfiction and webcomics and actually just being the most delusional person ever to make up for such a boring life

it materialised into something of a main character syndrome where she likes to live her life as a romcom. most of her lies revolve around her love life because she wants to be seen as desirable

aliens came into her radar when the concept of beauty and brains entered her vision. she'd always believed in them but never thought of doing anything with it and so she set her goals on ogden

it took her two years because her parents were saving up to send her younger sister to med school, so she worked near ogden and saved up! which was only enough because she eventually got accepted with a financial scholarship which she knows it's only because of her brother

HEADCANONS:

she has an anonymous tiktok account where she makes videos like these but with the popular students of ogden

soooo active on stan twitter, worships bts (one of those crazy fans) and writes y/n fanfic on wattpad but the spiciest it gets is like 'they make love'

buys lottery tickets and scratch cards because she has a 50/50 chance of winning

collects stickers and leaves them everywhere and on everyone -- often passive aggressive through them, uses them like irl emojis

stingy! doesn't like paying for anything

lies about having a busy social life to avoid making plans because her social battery is weak and she loves being horizontal at all times

started her own side hustle called 'the separation agency' - inspired by someone at the diner who asked her to help him break up with his girlfriend. so she's the messenger for people who have people to break up with but don't have the balls to say it to someone's face themselves. she hasn't had any customers but will still promote it

WCS:

pen pal - her parents set her up with a pen pal to keep her busy out of guilt because they’re so busy with her siblings and work and obviously she romanticises it !!!

brother's friends - automatic enemy/crush

shut up: someone who just tells her to shut up because she chats so much shit and she’s insane - just sandra x dina vibes from superstore (x)

carpool karaoke: she hates cycling in when it’s raining, so either she’s trying to get them to be her designated driver or has already succeeded and is annoying about it

crush #1: someone she has a crush on (more of an infatuation) and they’re not interested in her in the slightest but in her head they’re giving her mixed signals and she has made up a fake boyfriend to try to make them jealous

crush #2: someone she thinks has a crush on her. either because they’re nice or tease her or just mean, it doesn’t matter, she’s insane so she’ll interpret it however she wants

separation agency: someone who once used the agency either out of the kindness of their heart or for a different reason entirely and now she won’t stop pestering them to try and get them to use it again

ex: they never broke up, or even dated, but she thinks something almost happened between them in her first week of college and she's saying she cut things off by giving them space because she has Big Dreams

IC QUESTION: PLEASE NOTE THE BELOW IS MANDATORY

You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?

the sound that escapes her resembles half of a hiccup, somewhat, but it was mostly an attempt to suppress a gasp as she feels, for the first time ever, that someone had such a clear insight to her mind. "no!" she exclaims. for someone who lied so easily about the most trivial of things, she felt her cheeks flush with read and the palms of her hands quickly became damp. "no, i didn't even know her. i delivered taco bell to her once and she tipped really well. and generous tippers shouldn't disappear."

“Are you aware of any information about Greer Morrison that has come to light in the past year that you haven’t shared?“

she shakes her head fervently, as if rattling her little brain of hers could show nothing greer-shaped was leaking through. "nope! no." she could explain to them how she'd always known greer and milo had been hooking up, because that was the reason she'd attributed to milo never looking her way. she just had a good sixth sense with these things, and that was only a bookmark in a tome of minnie's greer lore, but they only asked about things that had come to light. and, she'd be damned to say anything that'd garner suspicion towards her brother. "like i said, i don't know anything! i serve milkshakes and deliver food to drunk people."

"What do you know about the nature of Greer’s relationship with Penelope Klein?”

"i don't know..." all she knows is that they're both really pretty and pretty people tend to stick together. "they're both really pretty and their nails were always perfect."

#ogdenintro

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forthesakeofthesoul · 2 months ago

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the summer i gained consciousness

life became a double-edged sword when it happened. i missed the innocence of the before, and abhorred the weight and proclivity of the after. the simplistic moment by moment mindset of childhood made life feel infinite, but then again, enlightenment made me think. it made me ponder things i'd never even given the chance to lend my mind to. summer gave me time. more of it or less is up to you, i suppose. nothing can compare to the infantile eon. the juvenile century of summer. but nothing can compare to the adolescent spiral either. the brain bending mind fucks you take yourself on. like, is time even real? maybe summer really was a century long. do we even exist rn?

time is unique to everyone so make the most of it. or the least. your choice. it's as short or as long as you want.

summer felt stifling this year. it keeps getting hotter and hotter. i guess that's climate change. global warming.

my mind's on fire. i think i felt it smoking. maybe it's because summer leaves the lights on at night -- the sun is still up by nine o'clock -- but i could never sleep very well. i know why. my thoughts were consumed. sometimes it felt like i was going crazy. i'm not convinced that i wasn't. but i think that's when you gotta start writing about it.

i learned to roll with the punches more. i was too caught up in my mind to care much about what was going on around me anyways. i found god in my thoughts and he wasn't a man. he wasn't anything. he was me. or at least a higher self. someone who understood me better than anyone else i know. and she knew i was kind and sensitive and all the things that i could not change. she knew about them and she accepted me. where else do you find that kind of love? it's all within yourself.

but i was far from the point of loving myself. i knew myself too well. i still do. i'm disillusioned with the girl i got to know. i've memorized my rough edges and sour spots off by heart. i know who i am! i know who i am. is there still more to discover? i want to be a mystery to even myself. because i know her too well.

but how strange is it that we always have a desire for more. and when we're given more we are still unsatisfied. there has to be more. that's all we know. all we know is that which we don't know. i think we thrive on that uncertainty. it sparks that creative passion, and without the unknown, that spark will die.

this summer i found myself pondering a world without the thinkers. at first it sounded scary, but then i realized there's already been one. we're living on it.

prehistoric earth, when the world was run on instinct. opinion had no purpose here. it hadn't even been invented yet. life existed on the basis of gut instinct alone. and there was balance! thoughts were mere urges, self-preservational desires. they were desires that kept creatures alive.

it makes me wonder about the beauty in living life unaware. a callback to that primordial sense of presentness we all experience as children. it made me wonder if we'll ever go back there. but you can never go back there. we can return to a state of balance but it won't be the same. we wouldn't be the same.

prehistoric earth is terrifyingly beautiful, and there's a mysticism in it that holds fast the attention of all those who roam the earth in the present... or perhaps in this context it's the future? we are living in a different time at any rate. we are all allured by the past, fixated on it, obsessively compulsively wishing to go back to it, to rewrite it, to reach in and save someone from it, like grabbing a drowning puppy.

we are slaves to the past, and we're indebted to the future. time is our greatest blessing, and also our heaviest curse. but can we ourseles decide to make it exclusive to one? can we give thanks to the blessing instead of fall victim to the curse? i think that's an individual journey thing. life -- time, is what you make of it. it's all in how you live it.

summer made me stop and smell the roses. it made me panic and realize how fast time flies. it burned me and kissed me and loved me and smoked me out. it made me find the heart of what truly matters. it made me grieve parts of myself i never knew i lost. it made me discover parts of my soul that had been hidden for two decades. it made me fall in love and cry and scream hatred off a cliff only to have compassion thrown back at me. it cleansed my feelings and left me alone to reflect. summer nurtured me and it stripped me of my pride. i have been humbled. i have been loved. i have been reborn. summer washed away the old me. it burned off all the dead skin.

sept. 9. 2024

#thought daughter #thought dump #existentialism #existential thoughts #life blogging #inner monologue #virtual diary #nihilism #creative writing #poetry #summer recap #deep thoughts #deep feelings #web weaving #stream of thoughts #stream of consciousness

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keisougitsune · 1 year ago

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Keisou's Vocaloid Bios

Hatsune Miku:

-V4X (Original, Dark, Sweet, Soft, Solid), V4 English, V3 English

-16 years old, Japanese, android.

-5'2" and about 92.5 pounds, as in canon. (158cm, 42kg) Slight build with somewhat wide hips.

-Lyric soprano, generally more comfortable in her higher range compared to her low range

-Native language: Japanese. Speaks English as a second language. Can speak Chinese but her accent isn't very good (I don't have her Chinese VB). Avanna is feeding her bits of Irish as well.

-Miku units wake up with no memories and develop their personalities and "souls" through interactions with others, so they can be very distinct from one another. Mine got her personality from interacting with the world around her and other vocal synths.

-She is very cheerful, bubbly and sweet-natured, with an underlying air of wisdom and experience from being one of the earlier Vocaloids and the first "diva" Vocaloid, as well as from being Keisou's first Vocaloid.

-Became a Christian through Keisou and Avanna's influences.

-Her Japanese can have hints of a Hokkaido accent from the influence of her home prefecture- e.g. she has a tendency to say "namara" instead of "totemo" as an intensifier. She also has a tendency to end her sentences in "da yo" and "ne". She more or less always uses "watashi" as a personal pronoun (unless formality dictates otherwise).

-She has extreme tolerance of spicy food. Hot Ones? She'd get through the whole thing without breaking a sweat. Some find it scary.

-Nimble and athletic; can be a bit of a showoff, often unintentionally.

-Loves technology; has often shown Avanna the ropes of the latest gadgets.

-Fashion lover, likes to style herself and her friends.

-Likes nature, but more at home in civilization. Definitely a city girl.

-Not an extremely experienced chef; more likely to help someone or follow a recipe (or toss together a salad). She can be very creative when it comes to arranging food though.

-Learned American English so her accent tends toward American-ish, and her vocabulary is derived from the speech of such a country. So the long thin potato slices are "fries" and the flat crispy ones are "chips," for example. However, she's pretty devoid of regional dialect as a non-native speaker aside from "vaguely American".

-Great at video games.

Avanna:

-Single stand-alone voicebank (V3)

-18 years old, Irish, elf.

-5'6", rather curvy in build (around 156 pounds); or 168cm, ~71kg. Hourglass figure; wears a corset in her boxart outfit, so her waist isn't quite that tiny in reality.

-Lyric contralto; can hit high notes, but is more comfortable in her mid and low ranges. Miku has noted that Avanna has a deep voice compared to her.

-Native language: English; Irish (South-Dublin-y) accent. Speaks Irish/Gaeilge as a second language, and is learning some Japanese from Miku.

-Has visited the city near her home, but feels more at home in a country environment. I'd imagine she's from somewhere near south County Dublin; could be from the county itself or maybe a county near it, like Wicklow or Meath? For now I might just say "eastern Ireland" and leave it at that

-Can change the shape of her ears at will. Elf ears have sensitive hearing, human ears are less hypersensitive and good for noisy areas. They can also be helpful for making others more comfortable with her presence if elves would be weird to them.

-Speaks rather politely, in what could be seen by some as somewhat of an old-fashioned manner. Being Irish, she uses "eh" and "em" as fillers/thinking noises (rather than American "uh" or British "er"). She has a habit of peppering her sentences with "now" and occasionally ends them with "like."

-"Grand" is practically her favorite word. It's terribly useful, now. Like a plan? "Sounds grand!" Someone asks how you're doing? "Oh, I'm grand!" Someone needs comforting? "There, there. You're grand, now." Someone asks if they're intruding? "Ah, no, you're grand." Describing a large, generously decorated hall? "This place is rather grand, isn't it?"

-She's also a big fan of other nice positive words, such as "lovely" and "brilliant."

-Could be considered somewhat of a foil to Sonika (whom I no longer have, but she's still a character that exists), with her more spontaneous and cheeky ways, slang-heavy and informal speech, and impulsive tendencies, while Avanna is more polite, mild-mannered and cautious.

-She's very soft-spoken and doesn't yell a lot, though part of this is her mellow nature, part of it is because she has a soft voice and is not very good at yelling.

-Swears by flat 7-Up as a remedy for a great many things.

-Devout Christian. St. Patrick is unironically a hero of hers.

-Loves traditional Irish ballads and sean-nós

-Perhaps a bit surprisingly for being the sole Irish Vocaloid, she's not really a heavy drinker (and she won't drink in places where she isn't legal, of course). However, she knows the signs of drunkenness and is often very helpful if someone happens to get drunk or is dealing with a hangover.

-Has a MUCH lower tolerance of spicy flavors than Miku does. If they ate the same pepper, Miku wouldn't bat an eye and Avanna would be crying. (She likes chai tea but that's a different kind of spicy.)

-Loves nature; enjoys camping, creature-watching and stargazing.

-Not extremely technologically literate; can basically use a computer, but can often be helpless when things go wrong with it and Miku has often had to explain things to her especially if the technology is new. Despite this, she does find technology interesting and fascinating.

-Hobbies include reading, cooking, baking and painting. Excellent cook and quite cultured when it comes to Western literature. Unsurprisingly very fond of fantasy novels.

-Loves classic and "retro" things. Very unsurprisingly a Clannad/Enya fan, and Miku has gotten her into some great retro anime.

-Favorite foods are mainly comfort foods; fresh-baked bread, mashed potatoes, stew; loves a good roast (the culinary kind, not the verbal kind). She also likes fish, especially salmon. Her favorite drinks are tea and 7-Up (separately, not together, lol).

-Can play several instruments, especially traditional Irish instruments. Is especially skilled with violins and fiddles.

-Tends toward dresses and skirts over pants, and can overall be somewhat old-fashioned in her dress. Usually wears her hair loose or in braids, and doesn't normally wear makeup. Occasionally, however, Miku styles her and does her hair and makeup.

-The only reason she has any gaming skill whatsoever is because of Miku. Otherwise she wouldn't even know which buttons to press.

#hatsune miku #avanna #keisoup #headcanon #vocaloid headcanon #vocaloid avanna #vocaloid headcanons

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merrock · 2 years ago

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: kawennáhere devery jacobs

full name: autumn marie joseph

nickname(s) / goes by: aj

pronouns & gender: she/her & cis woman

sexuality: queer

birth date: august 3, 1996

birth place: sudbury, ontario canada

arrival to merrock: 2020

housing: the suburbs

occupation: cashier

work place: sea breeze & bookend

family: carter (foster mom), ben (baby foster brother)

relationship status: single

PERSONALITY

Autumn is very much laidback to the point of being a jokester. She can’t take things too seriously otherwise she would lose her mind. Been there, done that. Having a baby in the house and babysitting helped her mellow out too. Along with her family, she will also fight for her friends until the end. If anyone were to describe her personality it would be: loyal, generous, hardworking, flirtatious, jealous, creative, energetic, stubborn, demanding.

WRITTEN BY: Cate (she/her), est.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content warning: death, parental death, toxic relationship,

Never knowing her mother - only talking with her once when she was fourteen but she didn't stay and had to head back to her home - Autumn had lived with her dad most of her childhood life. It was them against the world. So when he suddenly died one day, leaving her alone, it really cut her deep and it's not something she has since healed from. She's not sure it will ever fade, missing him. She supposed it happens to everyone eventually but she was hoping it wouldn't happen so soon when she was fifteen. After that she lived with her uncle only to find out later that he was moving and she was back out on her own. Couch hopping and avoiding authorities, Autumn soon met Carter Masterson.

She despised the older woman simply because she cared about her and wanted to help. Autumn had distrust to authorities and parental figures but like clockwork because Carter never gave up on her after letting her stay a couple nights at hers when she needed a place to stay and it becoming a repetitive thing, Autumn was asked if she wanted to live with her. And Autumn said yes. The rest was history.

Before finding a safe place with Carter, Autumn was in an emotionally abusive relationship with a girl. It took a bit but she cut ties with her a couple months in staying at the Masterson household. And she's glad she did because it opened up for more opportunities and allowed her to start to heal.

Then came along Ben, a baby whom Carter had adopted when he was two months old. Carter had always wanted kids of her own but could never find someone for herself or who loved her for her. At first Autumn was jealous because he took up so much of Carter's time and she didn't want to be replaced but after babysitting a few times she grew fond of him. It all came to a head when Carter sat down with her and told her that she loved them both the same. That eased Autumn's mind and they've been a happy family ever since.

It was about three years ago that Carter had lost her job and decided to move to a place where her aunt lived. The move was hectic but they managed and found a place in the suburbs. It was smooth sailing from there.

Autumn's hobbies include beading, which she sells on etsy, or auctions on facebook. She also does mini paintings which she also sells. Art's something she really likes to do, finding out she could and it really helping her with her emotions. She also likes camping and reading. She's happy with her life but also wouldn't mind settling down either, going out on dates. She likes her life here since she moved here and finding friends who she would fight for.

#merrockbio #autumnjoseph #death tw #parental death tw #toxic relationship tw

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thenarryparable · 2 years ago

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don't read if you are sensitive to topics about ED's. please.

Cw: Vent writing.

Also please be kind. This is about current (in Jan 2023, if I ever come back to this) events.

Numb

I always say "I feel so numb", recently.

It doesn't mean anything, in the forefront of it.

What does numb feel like?

The feeling of feeling nothing, still a feeling, always downplayed as being 'bored' or 'lazy' as people call it.

What does numb truly feel like though?

Its different for everyone. A blank mind? A empathy issue? All different.

For me it's about a girl named Ana.

A girl who wraps her arms around me and pricks at my stomach. Pinching the soft fat on my body forming a around my empty stomach. Every touch, causing pain.

She whispers awful lies I believe. She never stops talking and blabbering on about how nobody loves me, how I need to change, how I need to diet.

She makes people horrified of me, despite saying my gaunt face getting more and more disturbing is beautiful and proof im 'getting better at this' whatever this is.

She made all of my friends leave, only interacting through roleplay threads, comments I seem to forget about. I'm terrified of them though because if I get near them everything spills out of my mouth like clear, purely water, vomit.

She left me alone for weeks that felt like months. Since she drove everyone away.

Not that I had much left anyway. I soon became too tired to say a single word. Too braindead to breathe.

I couldn't chat normally for a few weeks after I met Ace, I had to learn it all over again. I'm still not good at it, I keep forgetting everything their wonderful, creative brain types out.

She completely isolated me.

Filling my brain with dreadful fog, clogging my memories lungs up so far that they choked up every memory I create as the days pass.

I almost forgot Thursday.

The beautiful angel who tried to get me out of this mess, but failed despite her best efforts. Not even getting a empty sounding 'thank you', ever. Just a 'you tried'.

How the fuck did I nearly forget her? Out of all the people who have tried me like nothing but a piece of gum below their shoe. How did I forget the only person who tried so hard to stay? The only person who didn't treat me like shit?

I don't know.

I'll never know.

Not like I'd remember anyway.

The girl has captivated my life, making me only think about weight loss and food. Nothing else.

It's almost like nothing else matters to her, as long as we are sicker and thinner.

Ana doesn't care. She rather me die then gain a pound.

She loves it when I'm cold.

The goosebumps forming on my skin, even with a heater im front of me.

The one thing I used to love, now I hate. It makes me feel like im going to die.

"Isn't that good?"

No.

It's like feeling someone strangle you until your face turns purple and you black out.

Pure misery.

Pure sadness.

Like Death. If you think that.

Ana only makes you feel dead. That's what she wanted in the first place.

She latches onto you when you feel the worst. Making you push everything away until you are alone.

She wraps her so called 'lovely' arms around your body and turns you into a self-hating mess of a person, she will continue to do this until you are nothing, until you see the light, never feeling beautiful.

Like black scribbles all over you, covering you until you are hidden away from the world.

So when I say, "I feel numb" this is what I mean.

That's what Numb feels like.

#so here's the most personal thing I have ever written.#don't enjoy. you will probably cry #especially if you are mentioned.#tw ed trigger #cw ed #cw ed in the tags #seriously.

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 4 years ago

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hi, i need to make and urgent request hahah, i came up with this insane idea and if you are not comfortable writing it don’t worry, i totally get it

okay soo... y/n had sex with george and he has a breeding kink and came inside y/n, so after that they stay together and after a while she gets up to get a shower and clean herself but she didn’t notice that fred walked into the shower and wanted to do the deed hahah but he notices the cum inside of her and grabs the shower head and tells her that he’s going to clean her really well and she comes and fred is just overstimulating her until she’s whimpering (all consensual ofc) and after that he fucks her in the shower (: thank youu

pairing(s): george weasley x reader, fred weasley x reader

warning(s): 18+, breeding kink, overstimulation, slight praise, slight degradation, creative use of a showerhead

word count: 1.9k

a/n: completely insane idea but i loved it and it’s now my fantasy of the week. also, reader is in a relationship with both of them so everyone is cool with what’s going on here haha. enjoy!

“Tell me, Y/N. Tell me where my baby girl wants me to cum,” George said lowly in your ear, not even breaking a sweat as he thrust deep inside of you.

You could barely form words between his strokes, unable to wrap your head around anything other than how good he was making you feel. But you knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Inside me, please. Cum inside me,” you whined out, your back arching further as you spoke.

You could feel the familiar feeling of arousal pool up inside of you, making you clutch to George’s back just so you didn’t drown in the pleasure.

“I know you’re close, babygirl. Cum for me so I can fill you up,” George said before attaching his lips to the spot where your jaw met your neck, making you keen at the sensation.

It didn’t take much longer to do exactly as he asked, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you as your body tensed and relaxed. George easily fucked you through your orgasm, words of praise falling from his lips as he did so, before chasing his own.

He fucked you brutally, his cock pushing into your sensitive walls over and over again before he finally came with a groan. At the feeling of his warmth filling you up, you felt a new rush of arousal go through you, but were quickly settled as he brought you into his arms without pulling out yet.

“You’re going to be the death of me one day, little witch,” George mused fondly, stroking a hand down your back as you both caught your breath.

“Thought you said the way you wanted to go was between my thighs, so this can only be second best,” you replied cheekily, pressing a kiss to his chest.

He only chuckled, out of witty comebacks for you at the moment, and gently rearranged your bodies. He finally slipped out of you, along with a trail of his cum that left you squirming. It’s not that you didn’t like it when he, or his twin brother, came inside of you, it just wasn’t the most pleasant feeling afterwards.

“I think I’ll go take a quick shower,” you told him with a sigh, not wanting to get up but you knew you’d be uncomfortable otherwise.

“I’ll be here when you get back,” George said with a small smile, placing a kiss on your temple before you got up.

You wandered into the hallway still naked, knowing it was only you and George home at the moment. And even if Fred finally found his way upstairs from the shop, it wasn’t like he had never seen you naked.

You got ready for your shower in silence, just enjoying the soreness of your muscles that never quite seemed to go away when you had two more than eager twins willing to go at a moment's notice. You had already managed to shampoo and rinse your hair when you heard the bathroom door open.

“Come for round two?” You asked cheekily, not even bothering to look at who was on the other side of the curtain, assuming it was George.

“That would imply there was a round one,” you heard call back, making you pause.

“Oh, so you finally found your way up the stairs,” you commented, poking your head out of the shower to watch Fred as he stripped off the last of his clothing.

“Didn’t think you two would start without me,” he said back, but held no real malice in his tone. He climbed into the shower and immediately wrapped you in his arms, not even bothering to rinse himself off first.

“Well you know how Georgie gets when he’s ready to go,” you argued lightly, letting yourself relax into Fred’s muscular form.

He pulled away with a dark chuckle, just enough away that he could wrap one hand under your chin and force you to look up at him.

“Correct me if I’m wrong darling, but I don’t think it was George this time. I saw you all day, giving us those innocent eyes as if you were trying to hide how fucking desperate you were for it,” he said lowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m sure you begged him to fuck you in that pretty little voice that gets him every time.”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, knowing Fred had seen right through you all day. And that was exactly what you had done. You knew getting George alone was a tried and true way to get exactly what you wanted if you begged prettily enough, something that didn’t always work with Fred. And now you felt as if you were about to atone for your sins in this small shower with Fred wielding your punishment.

“That’s what I thought,” Fred said with a smirk, noting your silence. “Now let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He asked innocently enough, but there was something mischievous and calculating behind his eyes that you couldn’t place.

In one swift move, Fred had your back pressed against his chest and the shower head down from the wall. He backed you both up until he was leaning against the opposite wall and your body was resting against his, his erection pressing into your lower back.

“Fred, wha-,” you wanted to ask at the abrupt change, but he quickly cut you off.

“I know how much Georgie loves to cum inside of you. Open those pretty legs for me so I can get you all clean,” he explained gently, but you knew it was a command. One that you couldn’t get out of. One that renewed your arousal from earlier. One that, if it weren’t for the water dripping down your body, he’d know exactly how wet it made you when he spoke to you like that.

You let out a shaky breath but slowly opened your legs to expose yourself. Almost immediately, he held the shower head so close to your clit that a shiver went down your body and a small gasp escaped your mouth. Without even thinking, your hands came up to clutch his forearms. Without that small reprieve, you were sure your legs would collapse from underneath you.

“Look at you,” Fred mused, and you could feel the rumble of his words through his chest. “Still so fucking desperate for it that a shower head is gonna get you off.”

“Fred, please,” you gasped through your moan as he repositioned the stream of water to aim directly at your clit.

“Please, what?” He asked teasingly, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

“Please fuck me,” You begged shamelessly, not even bothering to control the volume of your voice even if George could hear you. Not that he would mind listening. Better yet, he’d probably come to watch if you were loud enough.

“I’ll fuck you when I think you’re clean enough,” he told you, masterfully leaving over what he determined as ‘clean enough’.

Turns out, ��clean enough’ was about three orgasms later.

Fred held you against him with ease, working you through three orgasms with just the shower head and his voice. Praises of ‘good girl’ and ‘you’re gonna feel so good around my cock once you’re all cleaned out’ that left you preening under the attention mixed with heated teases of ‘if you had just waited for me I wouldn’t have to clean my dirty girl out’ and ‘you have such a messy little cunt’ that made you blush. No matter what filth fell from his mouth, you were forced that much closer to the edge every time.

Once the third orgasm rolled through your body, your nails dug into his arm with aimless pleas on your lips for it all to stop. Keeping you close to his body, Fred removed the shower head from your body and put it back in its rightful spot before spinning you around to hold you close.

“You did so good for me, darling. So fucking pretty falling apart for me like that,” he said quietly, his hands traveling up and down your sides, doing everything in his power to calm your body down from its shaking.

When you caught your breath, you couldn’t help but notice his erection still pressed against your body. Slowly, you brought your hand up to wrap it around him, a groan easily ripping through him.

“Think you still have one more for me, darling? I’d love to fuck you stupid,” he asked carefully, unwilling to push your limits at the moment.

You didn’t even give him a proper answer, just connected your lips with his and adjusted your bodies so your back was now against the wall. He seemed to take it as a ‘yes’, easily hoisting you up without breaking the heated kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss to rake his eyes up and down your body, fully exposed to him in the position he held you in. “Fuck, look at you, darling. I’m not going to be gentle. Still think you can take it?” He asked teasingly, referring to your swollen sex that his eyes couldn’t seem to leave.

“Fred, just fuck me,” you half begged, half demanded as you caught him in another kiss, and to your delight he complied.

The sounds of your bodies colliding together and the groans and moans spilling from both of your lips were echoing around the bathroom, both of you having no problem being loud despite knowing that George was mere feet away in the bedroom waiting for the both of you.

He hadn’t been lying either - he had no intention to be gentle with you. He fucked you furiously, his large cock splitting you open over and over again as he thrust deeply inside of you. His mouth never left yours, even when the kiss was mostly teeth and tongue. You were so sensitive that you felt your body almost immediately meet the edge of your fifth orgasm of the night, and based on the sounds he was making, he was right behind you.

“So fucking tight. Cum for me, Y/N,” Fred got out in between his own moans, always the vocal one in the bedroom, or rather the bathroom in this instance.

Your final orgasm ripped through you, your walls fluttering around his cock and milking the orgasm right out of him. His head remained in the crook of your neck as he worked you both through it, his breath ghosting over your neck as the final shock waves went through your body.

Without many words shared between the pair of you, you both finished your actual shower - Fred washing your body dutifully and dotingly, being as gentle as he could be. He dried you off with the softest towel you owned and brushed and braided your hair for you before scoping your naked form back up in his arms to return you to the bedroom.

“Finally,” you heard George’s sleepy voice utter, making you giggle into Fred’s neck.

“I’d say sorry for holding your cuddle buddy hostage, but I’m really not,” Fred quipped back, depositing you gently in the middle of the bed before crawling in after you.

“Doubt she’s sorry either,” George said, his eyes trailing up and down your naked and spent body. “Heard all her pretty little noises from here.”

Despite your assumption that he heard you, you still blushed at the knowledge that he in fact did. Blushed as if he hadn’t physically seen his twin fuck you countless times before.

That was the perfect part of dating both of them. Well, one of many.

#Harry Potter #fred weasley #fred weasley headcannon #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley smut #fred weasly x reader #george weasley #george weasley headcanon #george weasley smut #george wealsey imagine #george wealsey x reader

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fragmented-king · 3 years ago

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✨HI!!!✨ Can you write a Charlie Morningstar x reader? And how makeout sessions with her are like👀👀 Or how she gets intimate/sexual with Y/N idk whatever you want:)) sorry if its too much... :')

Nah, not at all. I hope you enjoy these.

Also, anyone underage, get out!

…Cool, on with the wholesome lewdness fellow perverts!

~~~

-Charlie-

Charlie Morningstar was a very smart girl, very creative and very needy when it came down to it, but only when she’s gone for maybe ten minutes without a hug or kiss from you, her beloved s/o.

She knows she’s just overreacting, but the girl couldn’t help it, she was hopelessly addicted to you. You were like a sweet in a candy shop she couldn’t help but taste.

Kisses with Charlie after often kept to short smooches and pecks out in public, or else she’ll blush harder then her snappy suit.

But if you drag your sugary love out of the public eye, lock the door and whisper sweet words of love in her ear as you two embraced, she’ll drop any facade of being a little innocent princess.

Her kisses turn from soft and gentle brushing of lips, to fierce and desperate tongue tying with plenty of hands roaming each other.

When she’s like this, Charlie can’t control herself, losing her rational mind to the want and love that simmered in her body for you.

She’ll probably need to buy you a new set of clothes again too, her nails turned sharp claws always shred what you’re wearing when she gets this needy.

She loves to entwine her hands and fingers in your hair, bringing your faces so close their mashed together as she assaults your mouth with her own.

Her lips taste like a mix between strawberries and the tang of apples, but her tongue is a different matter entirely, tasting purely like sugar and reminding one of fairy floss.

She isn’t shy of tasting you either, often getting to the point she’d start sucking on your tongue or moaning into your mouth.

The princess was actually a very intense dom when she wanted to be, she was normally always the one that was on top, and more often than not, controlling the direction the alone sessions you two had together.

That isn’t to say she didn’t let you top her every now and then, she did and loved when it happened as the thrill of being subject to someone else was certainly enough to get her motor running.

It might not be obvious, but Charlie really gets off on BDSM, either tying you up or being wrapped herself. She gets excited when you leave marks on each other from rough play.

Also owns some cute fuzzy cuffs and a whip which is often only reserved for either your anniversary or birthdays to use.

Charlie doesn’t own toys, finding them often embarrassing and besides, she prefers having you then some plastic any day of the week.

She’s also pretty quiet, often only letting little gasps and moans out to try and stifle her sounds.

Play with her breasts a little, they’re super sensitive and just a little tweak will get her to let a extremely loud squeal out of the beauty.

Charlie loves to bask in the afterglow, being reduced to a shy and giggling little mess curled under the blankets and pressed into your side.

She’ll often fall asleep there if you don’t make a move to get up, of if you were domming for the night then she’ll happily sing you to sleep with that enchanting voice she has. If you haven’t run her ragged that is, then she’ll just get embarrassed when her voice cracks and bury herself into your neck.

#anon ask #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #headcanon #charlie x reader #charlie morningstar #nsft #nsfvv #isn’t she the cutest thing ever?#we’re all miserable perverts

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sylverstorms · 4 years ago

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Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 6

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

It becomes a sort of evening ritual between the two of you, waking Cassandra up at sunset.

You're always cautious with your movements and how much light you allow in from the hallway as you enter her lavish bedroom, but the cold fear that used to grip at your chest is no longer there.

Measured steps take you to the edge of her bed.

Cassandra usually sleeps on her side, yet today she's on her front, firm back and creamy thigh tantalizingly on display against satin crimson sheets. Her pretty face is turned halfway into her pillow, a river of rich brown waves falling behind her ear and over one shoulder.

The sight makes you stop and stare for a moment. A strange feeling —accomplishment?— swells within your chest at the thought you know just how smooth and sensitive that skin is.

Then you shake your head at yourself. Pull it together. It's one thing to accept you're in a mutually beneficial arrangement with a killer —you remain intact, she scratches an itch, both of you share the pleasure as a means of escape or passing the time— but it is entirely another to be proud of it.

She's nothing of yours. Not your lover, certainly not your girl. That would imply you stand on equal ground which you most certainly do not. You're exactly what she calls you;

A plaything.

The question is, inside your head, what do you call her?

"My lady." you say, keeping your voice low. She doesn't stir but somehow you know she's awake.

"Either wake me up nicely or don't wake me at all." the words come semi-muffled against her pillow. "If I wanted to hear 'my lady' I'd have another maid come."

Well. She does seem to enjoy when you take some creative liberties. So you lean forward and press your lips just over her knee, then move a tad higher on her thigh, then kiss the veins visible on her hand.

Cassandra's mouth slowly pulls into a pleased smile as she turns onto her side. Her fingers then curl on the neckline of your shirt and tug you forward, into a quick little kiss that ends with a nibble on your tongue.

You always get anxious when she does that —it's probably why she does it in the first place— that you'll end up with a piece missing, but so far you haven't even been cut. And if you're honest with yourself, which you're not, but if you were... the thrill is a turn on.

Cassandra licks her lips and scoots back, patting the spot she just vacated on the queen-sized mattress. You look at her, confused. Surely she isn't suggesting...

"Come, now. I don't bite." A devilish smirk curls her mouth while she tells probably the biggest lie of the year. "Keep me company until dinner."

You climb onto her bed like it's a freaking minefield. As carefully as you lower yourself onto the crimson sheets, however, the bruises across your sides still protest. You subtly suck in air through your teeth.

Cassandra's fingers slide over to you, to the exposed part of your waist from where your shirt has risen up. There's a visible patch of purple there that she traces —the coolness of her skin is so soothing— until she presses into it. The brief flare of pain makes you gasp. She giggles.

"You make such nice expressions to pain." she says, as though tempted to draw more from you.

"I've been told my pleasured ones are better." you reply quickly.

Cassandra chuckles. "Is that so?" Her yellowish eyes are gleaming with amusement as she pushes you onto your back and straddles you.

The sight is enough to steal your breath away. The sinful black of her underwear peeks through the royal red of the sheets tangled around her waist, all a wonderful antithesis with her incredibly pale skin.

You want to touch. But then you may lose your hands, so you lock your muscles down and wait for her move.

Cassandra slowly trails a slender finger up your neck, all the way to the underside of your bottom lip. "...yeah, they're good too." she breathes, although you've almost forgotten what you were talking about.

"Can't hold a candle to yours." you whisper back. At this point, you're not really capable of rational thought.

You loathe the effect she has on you. How everything she's done can just be bypassed in your head whenever she gets like this with you.

Cassandra's mouth twists into a near coy little smile. "I'll take your word for it." she says. "There hasn't been anyone else to see them, so."

Wait. Your mind stutters to a halt. Wait. What?

According to rumor, the Dimitrescus have been around for over one hundred years. From what you've seen in the castle, probably longer. And you... you're her first?

"Cat got your tongue?" she giggles again, taking your chin between two long fingers. "I think I may like surprise on you best."

You want to ask if nobody's ever interested her before, but you're afraid to overstep. Cassandra seems to know, though and has no problems answering your unasked question;

"The first few dozen years after the mutations were... very bad. The hunger and thirst were enough to drive one mad. Didn't leave much room for anything else." she explains. "And humans in general are only attractive to me chained up and bled out."

Something inside you recoils at how casually she says it. Like she's simply commenting on the weather.

"But you... you have a little spark that I like." She smirks down at you.

"What about before?" you ask.

"Hm?"

"You said after the mutations. What about before?"

Cassandra's smile gets swallowed up by the abyss so quickly you wonder if you imagined it there. Tension builds at her temples and her eyes take on an icy quality that feels like it extinguishes all warmth in the room.

"There is no before."

You've never heard her voice like that. You hope you never will again, either.

The conversation drifts to lighter subjects, then. She asks you about the world beyond the village and you share what you remember from your childhood, until it is time to escort her to dinner.

But even as she eats and talks with her family, even when she leaves with her mother and sisters and you're left alone, to clean after bloody plates with the other maids, you can't shake off that look in her eyes when you dared ask about her life pre-mutations.

The more you linger on it... there's only one word that comes to mind as an accurate description.

Haunted.

Deep in your slumber, you hear the telltale buzzing of flies.

Something winged flutters against your cheek, but you merely stir. It prods at your jaw and you grunt. Leave me alone, you want to protest, brain muddled with sleep still.

Until.

A nip that cuts a thin line on your jaw has you springing upright in bed. "Agh!" Your hand flies to the wound, eyes wide.

A familiar form materializes out of an insect swarm, right in front of you. Cassandra grabs at your hand before you can start flailing and panicking any harder than you already are. Your lungs empty of hair in the milliseconds it takes you to realize she's not here to kill you.

Probably.

"Calm down." she says it like you're overreacting.

You try to take a deep, relaxing breath, but she leans forward in the meantime, running the tip of her tongue over the fresh cut on you. So much for oxygen. She even hums against your neck. Despite the sting, your stomach flutters.

Cassandra pulls back, licking her lip. "There. All better now?"

No. Your heart is trying to jump out of your chest. Has she never heard of knocking? For the love of everything Holy out there, it's the middle of the night.

"W-what are you doing here?" you ask.

A dramatic huff escapes her. "I'm bored."

Ah, yes, that makes a lot of sense. You spare a moment to wonder what your life has come to, then accept lack of proper rest and sit back against your pillows. Cassandra takes it as an invitation to push off her hood and plant herself next to you.

"Do you... want to go for a walk outside?" you suggest, uncertain.

Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree for a moment. Then she seems to remember something that dims the glow. "Ugh. Can't. It's way too cold tonight."

That... shouldn't be and issue for her, should it? It makes you wonder.

"Well, if I stay here I'm going to fall asleep." you sheepishly admit.

Cassandra's gaze darkens as she runs her fingertips down the taut skin of your bare middle, leaning over you like a lioness cornering her prey.

"I don't mind biting you awake if you do."

You want to say that you mind, yet her lips are on top if yours, smooth, tasting of strawberry lipbalm and that's the end of that conversation.

"But I am willing to cut you a deal." A manicured nail presses a bit at the middle of your chest. "Put that smart tongue of yours to good use and I'll let you get your sleep."

So spoiled and so demanding, you think. But then, looking at her face this close up... So beautiful.

You forget all about sleep for the next half hour or so as you focus solely on Cassandra, your bedroom filling with her quiet sighs and moans.

True to her word, she does ease back when she's satisfied and you're so tired your eyes start drooping before you've even lowered your head to your pillow.

She doesn't move to leave though... and you find that you don't mind.

When you drift off to sleep this time, your last thought is that the gentle chill of her body beside yours is almost...

Comforting.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x oc #resident evil village #fanfiction #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #am I obsessed with her?#yes I am :)#but imagine if her sadism has its roots on emotional trauma #and we'll never know because capcom scammed us on their importance to the story

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twilightguardian · 2 years ago

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Yeah, your tastes are subjective, as is everyone else’s. It’s what leads to fun discussions as long as no one’s coming from things from a bad place. I think it’s fine if you don’t like grimdark/hopepunk stories. But just because your opinions aren’t objective doesn’t mean they haven’t come from a logical place of reason and experience (or validity).

From what I see and the research I’ve done on hopepunk, though, it’s not really a genre in and of itself so much as a real-world political/emotional rebellion to what’s happening in the real world. No one would ever see Harry Potter as hopepunk, but it’s been described as one because it ran counterculture to the dour mood set by 9/11 for instance. The book the author who coined the term on tumblr wrote said her book was in response to her frustration about real-world things that she was frustrated on. Hopepunk is a response to the real world being dark, you can escape into a better world, a happier, lighter one within fiction, with the ‘punk’ aspect directly battling against negative feelings. Within whatever genre you can place hopepunk as, it requires to be set in a grimdark story. Striving for that happy ending - and as the coiner stressed - a communal story about humanity working peacefully together to achieve a common goal.

In terms of RWBY, I’d be hard pressed to say despite people’s claims that it is actually hopepunk. Remnant is litegrim due to failure to show properly the weight of the world the characters live in. A lot of it gets swept under the rug. RWBY doesn’t meet the communal aspect of hopepunk, either, because the girls very rarely inspire others into peace and working as a peaceful community. Their foes have so far either killed each other, or the girls killed their enemies alone without the support of others. It runs very counter to anything that I’ve read on the themes of hopepunk. So I’m not sure if it was directly the intentions to make the story hopepunk or if fans just attribute it due to lack of understanding on what it is, but either way, I agree that a lot of stuff is set up in RWBY that doesn’t get fulfilled and it’s sloppy.

I feel like RWBY might end the way The 100 did, though that show, despite being a CW show, was better written and shows how grim the world is. But the ending was incredibly stupid with its uniting the two warring factions and bringing about peace so close to the point of no return they were literally in the process of running toward each other from across the field. Then suddenly the ‘world was united’ and the gods higher being aliens accepted them for ascending past their petty squabbles and allowed them to join the hivemind.

(The 100 went a little overboard with the amount of genocide though. Got really numb to it after a while. But I don’t think that show was meant to be binged, either.)

If you don’t like the characters struggling and facing adversity through their epic journey, I think that’s fine. I think Lilith is the same way with female characters. She seems to be incredibly sensitive to the idea that women struggle with anything, or be saddled with accountability for their own actions. It’s fine if she prefers the lighter, fluffier stuff, just as it’s fine that you don’t like dark struggles and tragic events that leave the characters scarred physically and/or mentally (though... FMA).

RWBY regardless of quality is still one of those stories where there’s a lot of potential there that captures people’s and gives them freedom in creativity. It’s a lightning in a bottle thing that I haven’t seen since Harry Potter, and I think it’s great.

I think it’s fine that you didn’t like Pyrrha’s direction, or Oscar’s. I thought the ultimate concept were great, personally, despite the flaws in execution, but I’m someone who likes my characters going through hell, some maybe not making it sometimes, in order to get their happy endings. I also don’t require a pair-the-spares ending, mostly I’ve been soured on that from a certain manga I read as a teenager. But that’s lack of setup and mostly just getting people together for the sake of getting people together at the end of the story. It’s dumb.

It’s a shame that you were bullied for having a different opinion than other people. Disagreements should be along the realm of discussion, not trying to stamp down dissent, which I think is true on all sides of this fandom, unfortunately.

If you think Fixing RWBY isn’t for you, then I respect that. We all know our boundaries, and I thank you for saying that, and also for having sympathy for my friends who work on it, and for Raymond despite your disinterest in the project itself. Of course I’d always suggest giving something a try unless one feels very adamantly that it’s not to their tastes.

There’s also this strange trend that some people have both with fandom generally and more specifically with RWBY where some people think that subjective opinion means they should be free from criticism. Personally, I don’t believe that. I’ve talked to a couple of people on this blog now since posting my initial long post, where they act as though their subjective opinions means that they can’t be wrong and it’s just as dogmatic as saying canon is perfect because it’s committed to ‘television’.

Some opinions can be wrong, but we can’t determine that until we have discussions about it, and some people holding to those wrong opinions will still act like it’s valid when it’s more emotional, or stubbornness.

Also you don’t have to worry about going off on tangents. Discussions like this are fun and if you’ve read my responses to Lilith, or anyone else for that matter, you know I’m verbose lol

I think that’s great that you’re taking initiative to be creative with the story. It’s something that I don’t understand about detractors of rewrites. People have issues with RWBY and they want to find creative outlets to express it. It’s more RWBY content, and if it’s not to their tastes, they don’t have to interact with it. No one is forcing fan content down their throat, at least I’d hope not. As long as you’re having fun with the story, and are happy with the results, I think it’s great. I’ll look forward to seeing it come to fruition!

I’ve seen Kamen America around, though never directly looked into it. But the art style is very cute. Maybe one day I’ll buy a copy.

Hey, Salty again, just speaking from my experience RWBY Stan’s last time I watched the show seemed to ghoulishly praised Pyrrha’s death while making theories for who would die next, now hearing about them complaining Fixing RWBY is too dark(granted it doesn’t sound like something of my taste either) is kinda odd.

It seems their taste in tone just changes with whatever the show runners decide. But I could be wrong

I was never part of the early days of the RWBY fandom, so hearing about that is interesting. I never liked the show from the start, so I just didn't watch it, but so many friends watched it that I eventually had a sort of 'if you can't beat em, join em' moment but took to interacting with a critically creative side of the fandom. Because I like rewrites and hypotheticals. Really gets the creative juices flowing.

It's kinda weird, yeah. I don't think FRWBY is all that much darker than what is implied off screen or in supplementary materials. It's just that FRWBY actually shows what the show is too cowardly to portray, which makes it hard to really feel the gravity of the situation. I didn't know people besides Penny and Pyrrha died during V3 for instance, but apparently a book confirmed it?

It really feels that RWBY as a show had its stakes raised and people's expectations along with it, then get punished when their expectations for the future are killed, and some of the 'stan' portion of the fandom mock people for having a very normal reaction to it because they want to criticize RWDE. Dipping my toe into the RWBY community has been very wild and interesting, a show of how mundane reactions, conversations, fandom interaction, even, is suddenly considered toxic and evil.

What is your tastes, btw? I was thinking about my writing and my novel, as I always do a little bit of a comparison whenever I think about writing and critique, and I was thinking my stuff might be too dark as well if there's an issue with FRWBY being too dark lol

It looks like this blog is for your creative works. I hope to see what you do soon! Looks like you have big plans ^^

#divine-comedy-productions #rwde #rwby

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Here’s another full-fledged fic, friends!

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla

Rating: G

A/N: This one’s set the night of Season 3, Episode 3: The Holocrons of Fate. This is my vision of how Kanera dealt with the whole K-disappearing-for-six-kriffing-months thing. Enjoy and feel free to leave feedback if the Force calls you to!

@kanerallels <3

Hera Syndulla can’t wield the Force.

Not even a little bit.

But even so, she’s been told that she has a real talent for sensing other people’s emotions.

It started when she was a little girl—a knot in her stomach or some tension in her lekku would appear out of nowhere. She’d suddenly feel frustrated, sad, or afraid without understanding why. Except for times during puberty and her time of month—unfortunately, Hera wasn’t exempt from actual mood swings—those feelings that came out of the blue were never hers at all. When these unexplained emotions appeared within her, Hera would come to find out that someone close to her was struggling with something that had induced the exact feeling that Hera had experienced. So, she was often able to figure out what the people around her were feeling before they understood it themselves. It even, on occasion, happened with complete strangers.

Over time, she even became capable of knowing whose wave of emotions she was being hit by. Everyone’s felt slightly different. Emotional intensity varied from person to person, as did how they felt their emotions. Some beings felt their emotions pounding in their temples, others carried their stress in their shoulders, while others’ feelings made knots in their stomachs materialize. Hera became such an expert on discovering how each person was feeling that she’d often greet a friend or family member by asking why they were feeling so angry, sad, or afraid. The closer she was to a person, the more sensitive she was to their emotions, and the stronger they felt to her.

Hera has never been as in touch with anyone’s emotions as she is with those of Kanan Jarrus.

During the six months when he distanced himself from Hera and the rest of his family, she had always known when the nightmares had come. But he had never come to find her like he used to when the terrors struck. Hera could feel the pull to him—it was always present, no matter how she denied it—growing inside of her until it was almost unbearable, but she had steeled herself and remained where she was (usually the pilot’s seat). She spent plenty of nights staring off into the stars like she and Kanan used to do together, feeling the pain of doing nothing gnawing at her soul. But her respect for Kanan’s desires and needs outweighed it all. She knew him better than anyone else, so she could tell that he didn’t want her help right then. If he had, he would have come and found her. He had to come to her on his own time.

For six months, Kanan hadn’t wanted her help. He hadn’t wanted her.

Hera had to keep telling herself that this hadn’t broken her heart.

When she feels the sickening wrench of panic in her chest while sitting in the pilot’s chair on Atollon, though, she knows in her core that this time is different. This time, he needs her.

In an instant, she’s jumped to her feet, placed her datapad on the floor of the cockpit, and is slamming the button on the Ghost’s controls that opens the door to Kanan’s cabin. No one but her knows that any of the cabin door locks can be overridden from the cockpit, and she plans on keeping it that way.

She’s in his cabin in a flash, heart racing and Kanan’s fear coursing through her veins. She can hear him tossing and turning in the dark as she presses the button to turn on the lights. The dark-haired Jedi in the bottom bunk is drenched in sweat, the sheets twisted around his thrashing form. His scarred eyes are shut tightly. Hera realizes that, though he returned from his self-imposed exile several days ago and lost his sight six months ago, she hasn’t seen him without some sort of blindfold or mask covering his eyes since the incident. His face is twisted into an agonized expression.

Hera runs to his side. “Kanan,” she tries to call him from whatever world of horrors he’s trapped in. “Kanan, wake up!”

The Jedi’s whole body immediately responds to her voice, turning towards her and stilling slightly. Kanan’s always told her that he loves the sound of her voice. So she keeps talking.

“Don’t worry, everything’s fine.”

Kanan’s face twists again, and he seems to look around searchingly, though his eyes are still closed. His body is shaking, his fear palpable.

“It’s me, Kanan, I’m right beside you; you’re safe.”

His eyes fly open.

Kanan’s eyes, eyes that Hera could have stared into forever (though she had usually done her best not to think about that), eyes full of beautiful, vibrant aquamarine, are now pale and colorless.

Hera scolds herself for the lump in her throat that forms. It doesn’t matter. This shouldn’t upset me. Am I really that shallow?

She shakes off the sudden wave of sorrow and focuses on Kanan.

“Hera?” he calls for her, still searching. His face fills with panic again. “Where are you?”

“Look at me—“

Hera stops short.

That was how she had always drawn him from his nightmares before. Look at me, she’d tell him. I’m here. She’d turned the light on for this exact purpose when she’d entered, forgetting for a moment that everything had changed.

She’ll have to get creative this time.

“I can’t!” Kanan cried. “I can’t anymore, Hera, it’s gone—“

“I know, I know—“

“You’re so far away,” his voice breaks as he speaks.

Hera moves closer. “No. I’m right here, Kanan.”

“No,” he says miserably. “You’re gone—you left me—everyone left me—I’m useless, I’m broken, no one needs me anymore—it’s too late—“

His voice, full of anguish, breaks again and his body shakes with tears that he is no longer able to shed. Hera forgets that he broke her heart, that he left them all, that the deepening relationship between them had suddenly become nonexistent. The man she loves is hurting, and she’s going to fix that. Or, at least, help him through it.

She goes back to the door, turning off the lights so she’s forced to see how he sees. Then she climbs into the bunk beside him.

His body is racked with sobs as she places a hand on his cheek. He gasps at her touch.

“Kanan,” she says in her most soothing, reassuring tone—the one that has never failed to calm him before—“do you feel me?”

“Hera,” he whispers, filled with relief, and sounding…awestruck, for some reason.

“It’s me,” she tells him comfortingly, emphasizing her next words. “I never left you, and I never will.”

Kanan begins to mumble her name, one of his hands finding its way on top of hers, the other holding onto her forearm for dear life. The way he says her name always makes her heart race, though she’s never really understood why. No one else pronounces it like that…the way he speaks out the two syllables somehow sounds and feels like a caress. He begins to speak hastily; desperately.

“I can still fight for the Rebellion—I have the Force, it’ll help me see—I’m not truly blind because I can see myself.”

“I believe you, Kanan,” Hera presses her forehead against his. “You’re not useless. We’re never giving up on you.”

Kanan feels her arm, touches her shoulders, his hands seeming to be on a mission to make sure she’s really there. When they near her lekku, Hera moves them away. He’s touched them before, with her permission. That first time he did was the best nights she’d ever had…and so was every other night he’d done it again. Now that he’s been gone for so long, and he clearly doesn’t want her…

Focus on your mission. He needs you—right here; right now.

Hera slips out of her thoughts and feels Kanan place his hand on the side of her face for a moment, then take her in his arms and hold her close. He presses his forehead to hers. Their closeness makes Hera’s heart attempt to catch up to Kanan’s pounding one.

Slowly, his body relaxes. His heavy breathing evens.

Hera relaxes, too. More than she has in six months.

She hasn’t let herself realize how much she’s missed the complete safety she always feels in his arms. She lets him hold her, tucking her head underneath his. Kanan makes a noise of discomfort, and she smiles softly, placing her forehead against his again. This has always been the position they’ve used when comforting each other. Kanan sighs contentedly.

Eventually, he stirs, and she knows he’s emerged from the nightmare.

“Hey,” Kanan greets her, the panic gone from his voice, gentleness and awkwardness taking its place.

There has never been awkwardness between them. Not like this.

Hera lifts her head from his. “Better now?” she asks him.

He shudders. “That’s an understatement.”

Hera strokes his cheek in reply. The last six months had seemed to fade into oblivion during the last few minutes, but now she feels the shards of pain return.

Will he ask me to leave?

“Hera…” he says her name for the thousandth time that night. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she responds quietly.

They don’t move from their positions.

After a moment, he continues tentatively. “You don’t have to stay.”

Hera can still feel the remains of her anger towards him from several days before cutting into her, but the image of his tortured face and voice from earlier are seared into her mind.

“Do you want me to leave?” she asks gently.

His arms involuntarily tighten around her.

She laughs softly in spite of it all. Though her hurt and anger is returning, she’s delighted that he wants her beside him.

“I’m staying.”

Hera realizes that he’s been holding his breath when he resumes breathing again. His pulse speeds up, though it isn’t pounding frantically like it was earlier.

The night he’d come back, they’d had their worst fight to date. Once they were alone in his room, she’d tried—Kanan would chastise her for using that word—to hold her emotions back, to be understanding, but her hurt had led to anger, and it had burst out of her, as it often did. Words had spilled out of her, words she’d bottled up inside her for the last six months. She’d said things she knew she’d regret, things that she could see cutting through him. But her own pain had blinded her in that moment. She’d kept going for those six months, never stopping long enough to deal with her hurt, so it had only festered. Kanan had been defensive, stony-faced, his arms crossed, and that had only enraged her further.

Then, today, after several days of avoiding each other, Maul had attacked the Ghost. Throughout the experience, Hera’s lekku had burned with the knowledge that her last interaction with Kanan, besides a short phrase here and there, had been full of biting words and simmering hurt.

She’d spent the hours after Kanan had rescued her and the others contemplating out what to say and how to apologize. She’d been in the middle of doing so when the wrench of terror sent her straight to his room.

The fight had ended with her snapping, “Don’t pretend you still want me. You proved that that wasn’t true when you abandoned me—abandoned us for half a year.” Her voice had broken against her will. “You didn’t even say you were leaving. Or when you’d be back.” Then she’d slammed on the button to close her door in his face, blinking furiously to hide the scorching tears in her eyes. Hera had slid down the wall, then spent the rest of that night finally letting the tears she’d held back spill out of her.

“You…you want to stay?” Kanan now asks her uncertainly. “Everything you said several nights ago—it all makes sense, and I’m so sorry.” His earnestness and guilt rolls off of him as he continues. “I understand if you don’t forgive me; I know I hurt you—I was gone for so long—“

Hera interrupts softly. “I forgive you.”

He stops his uncomfortable, awkward squirming.

“You do?”

His tone is so full of uncertainty and hope that Hera’s heart melts.

“I do,” she tells him gently. “For everything.”

Kanan begins to protest, torture and regret emanating from his voice, even as Hera can feel some of the tension begin to drain out of him. “No, Hera, you shouldn’t forgive me so easily. I don’t deserve that. After all these years, I just left. The way I made you feel…” Kanan’s voice wavers before he continues. “I thought that the Force was telling me to spend time alone—that was my excuse. But I distanced myself from the Force, from you, from everyone—and I don’t even know why.” He shakes his head, incredulous at himself, then desperately starts to explain. “I couldn’t handle any responsibilities or obligations. My feelings took over—I thought I was useless, that I was a failure because of my blindness—my depression overwhelmed me. I was lost—lost again, like I was when you found me on Gorse.” Kanan’s still holding her, but his embrace feels almost fragile, like he’s afraid that she’ll rip herself away from him at any second. “I thought I had grown since then, that it would never happen again. It wasn’t just that I lost my vision—it was that Ahsoka is gone, that we lost against that Sith Lord—” Kanan heaves a sigh, one heavy with self-hatred. “And now I’m making it about me again.”

Hera listens intently. He’s clearly been carrying this within him for too long. “It’s all right,” she reassures him quietly. “Talk to me.”

“I never stopped wanting you,” he says in a rough voice, one filled with sincerity and raw emotion, and Hera’s broken heart skips a beat. “And I know that that doesn’t seem true, because I still stayed away.” He’s quiet for a moment. Hera can practically hear the gears in his mind turning as he works to verbalize and explain. “I couldn’t face you. Not when I felt so lacking, and you’re so…so capable, so impactful, so successful.“

Hera nearly protests at this, but she stays silent for his sake, knowing that her interruption won’t be helpful to him right now.

“I was ashamed. Ashamed of my weakness. Ashamed that I didn’t sense Maul coming, that I didn’t stop him somehow. And…I couldn’t face the pain of not being able to see you. I didn’t want to hold you back or burden you, or make you feel like you had to let me tag along on missions. I thought that you were better off without me in your way.”

Hera’s heart is reeling and rejoicing at the fact that she is still wanted, that he never really rejected her, but she also knows that he’ll only keep spiraling downward if she doesn’t interject at the right time—which is now.

“You don’t have to explain it all to me,” she tells him sincerely, though the still-angry side of her screams that that isn’t true.

“I’m just trying—I just want you to know that…that I still love you, Hera.”

The earnestness in his voice and the admission of “I love you” does it. Hera can feel her shattered, rejected heart begin to heal. What he says next only soothes it further.

“The depression drowned everything out—but sometimes I would hear your voice, or see your face in my mind, and that kept me from losing all hope. From giving up on everything.”

Hera’s heart swells, and tears spring up in her own fully whole eyes. She places her forehead against his again. His breath catches, but he finishes speaking. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way. I don’t know why you would, after how much I hurt you. I…I can tell you’re heartbroken, Hera.” His body starts shaking again, as if he’s living inside of another nightmare. “And knowing I did that to you—just because all I could think about was myself and what I needed, rather than what you and the rest of the crew needed—“ Hera can feel the unshed tears again as he begins to apologize, again and again, until he loses the ability to speak. She gently cradles his head, stroking his disheveled hair, her own healing heart throbbing at his anguish. She brushes her thumbs over where the tears would be, if everything were different.

“I’m too full of mistakes,” he sobs. “You deserve much better than someone like me.”

Hera decides that now she’s on a mission—a mission to stop her Jedi’s spiral of self-hatred.

“Listen to me, Kanan Jarrus,” she tells him in a firm but kind tone, as she continues to stroke his hair. “You’re no worse than anyone else. We all make mistakes. We’re all selfish at times. Even those of us who devote our lives to helping others sometimes hurt them instead. Caring about someone means helping them move on from their mistakes and make it right. What kind of people would we be if we never gave others a second chance?”

His dry shaking begins to stop, and Hera can feel him listening in rapt attention.

“You know I don’t give up—and I never gave up on you. I never will. Yes, you’ve hurt me, but I care enough about you to forgive you. Who you are right now is worth forgiving. You’re worthy of forgiveness, of my choosing you, even though you aren’t perfect.” Hera’s words seem to hit hard, since Kanan’s breath catches again. She continues genuinely and tenderly, “Even if I met the most perfect person in the galaxy, I’d still choose you instead. You’re truly good, Kanan.”

After a moment of silence, Kanan whispers, “You really mean that?”

Hera lifts his face and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Of course I do. And I really do forgive you. If you’ll forgive me for hurting you instead of listening to you over the last few days.” Now her own voice is colored with remorse. “I should have been there for you, helping you readjust.”

“But, Hera, I understand why you were angry. I deserved it.”

“That doesn’t make it right,” Hera points out. “Will you forgive me?”

Immediately, he replies, “Yeah. I forgive you.”

Then his hands move for the first time since his nightmare. He places one on her cheek, while the other moves to the small of her back. Hera’s heart begins to pick up speed as his face nears hers. “Is it all right if I…?” he asks in a whisper, ever respectful of her boundaries. In answer, Hera moves her own face closer to his, and their lips meet.

Six months is a long time.

But the longer you’re deprived of something, the sweeter it is when you finally get to experience it again.

The first thing Hera feels is the warmth. It spreads throughout her whole body, especially her lekku, chasing away the emptiness and loneliness that became the new normal in Kanan’s absence. One of his hands caresses her cheek, while the other pulls her close, resting on the small of her back. She pulls the band from his now-destroyed ponytail, slipping it expertly onto her wrist (she’s had plenty of practice) and threading her fingers into his hair. She can feel him smile into her lips when she does so, which makes her smile in return. Kanan seems to get a burst of excitement, a delighted gasp escaping him. Hera pulls away just enough to ask, “what is it?”

He responds, his voice charged with enthusiasm and love,

“I got to feel you smile again.”

A wave of emotion sweeps over Hera, her heart squeezing at the overwhelming amount of sweetness infused into that small sentence. She presses her lips to his again, beaming just for him. Kanan laughs giddily, a sound of pure joy.

Hera hasn’t heard him laugh in so long.

So she can’t help but laugh with him. A moment later, his thumb begins stroking her cheek more urgently. She gently breaks the kiss to ask, “What is it, love?”She can feel his giddiness rise at the term of endearment, which makes her beam again. He murmurs in a voice filled to the brim with gratitude, “Thank you, Hera. For forgiving me. I thought that I’d lost this. I thought that I’d messed up too badly to ever earn your affection again.” Misery seems to overwhelm him at the thought.

“There’s no need to earn it,” she assures him, placing her other hand, the one not entwined in his hair, on his chest. “Honestly, I couldn’t take it from you if I tried,” she confesses.

“Are you saying that you’re hopeless, Hera Syndulla?” The cocky slyness, which had made up the Kanan Jarrus that she first met all those years ago on Gorse, fills his voice.

She rolls her eyes, then remembers that the lights are out, and that he can’t see her anyway. And yet—

“You just rolled your eyes, didn’t you?”

“You earned it,” she deadpans.

He laughs again and somehow pulls her closer, so that their foreheads are touching again.

“There’s the Hera I remember,” he declares, tenderness and the classic mischievousness returning.

She showcases her own mischievous streak in her reply. “Missed me, love?”

“Every second,” he answers tenderly.

“I missed you, too,” she tells him, warmth filling her tone and her soul.

That sly mischievousness again. “Especially my sense of humor, right?”

“Actually, that’s what I missed the least,” she switches back into deadpanning.

“Hey!” he protests, his tone a convincing one of feigned offense, but then it makes way for the trademark slyness. “But you did miss it.”

Hera groans. “That is not what I said.”

“You’re not denying it,” Kanan teases.

After a moment, he declares, “I’ve finally found the one benefit that comes with being blind.”

“What’s that?” she asks, resigning herself to whatever nonsense he’s about to spill.

She can hear the grin in his voice. “Now I can’t see it when you glare at me.”

Hera rolls her eyes, then says in a playful tone, “But you can feel my anger in the Force, right?”

Kanan’s silent for a moment. “It’s impossible not to.” He shudders, mortified at the thought of it.

“Kanan Jarrus, you’re a Jedi Knight and a veteran of the Clone Wars, and you’re afraid of me?”

He lets out a huff of laughter, like the answer is obvious. “You bet.”

Hera’s voice is devious. “You should be.”

“Everybody should be. You’re terrifying, Hera.”

She chuckles, shaking her head slightly, her forehead still pressed to his. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Come on, I never exaggerate.”

After a moment of silence on Hera’s part, he amends reluctantly, “okay, I usually don’t exaggerate. You’ve seen how the kids and I look at you when you’re furious with us.”

Hera considers this. She always knows that when she gives members of her crew that glare, they’ll do whatever she says. Usually. “Maybe I should use it on whoever’s trying to attack us sometime.”

“You should. Just to see what would happen.”

She laughs. “I don’t even need a blaster. No armor can protect those stormtroopers from my death glare.”

“You better believe it,” Kanan murmurs, stroking the small of her back.

“I sure am glad you’re not angry with me anymore,” he adds after a bit of comfortable silence.

“Me too, love.”

Chills ripple over him at the term of endearment, and she chuckles lightly, a bubble of joy rising inside of her at how much he treasures her little ways of showing him how much she loves him.

Hera has no clue how long they stay like this, stealing kisses, sharing little touches, slipping in and out of conversation (complete with plenty of smiles and eyerolls). What she does know is that the distance between her and Kanan has disappeared. The emptiness and feelings of being incomplete have been replaced by fullness and completeness. No, they aren’t as close as they were before Malachor, but Hera has faith that that will change over time. What matters most is that she knows that Kanan is happier than he’s been in a long time. Eventually, they drift off into sleep, still holding each other close. Their dreams are peaceful, for there’s no room for nightmares when nothing but long-awaited contentment fills them both to overflowing.

When morning comes, the members of the Ghost Crew don’t need to be able to sense each others’ emotions to know that things have finally changed for the better.

The family is whole again.

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