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#i would like to run a little shop where i can just make & sell a bunch of various things
sixosix · 11 months
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'cat' the son | itoshi rin
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( a/n ) when i came back the poll was 50/50 so i got bribed and it’s now decided that rin is the winner + little highschool au bc we all know they dropped out:/ idk what to title this im ngl
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there’s a cat on the sidewalk.
you have about six dollars in your hand, a faltering mission to treat yourself to a cold drink, and an aching heart at the sight of the little animal seated like a king on concrete, looking up at you with blank eyes.
its dark fur and near-teal eyes remind you of someone. of a back facing your seat, dark hair always kept neat and looking like it’s conditioned meticulously, and the sharpest eyes you have ever seen on a high schooler.
it has been a long day, long enough for you to have stormed out of the room as soon as classes ended to rush to the nearest shop that would sell what you’re craving. alas, there is a cat on the sidewalk, and you can’t just ignore it.
“stay here, kitty,” you say before rushing off with the six dollars in hand and a new goal to head straight to the nearest sign with an animal cardboard cutout printed on it.
eventually, you find one; eventually, you come out of the store holding cat food and a tiny cat bowl because you were worried about letting the cat eat straight from the can. it’s baby blue with little fishes added as design, though you think it’s rather gruesome to put that there, considering the canned food you bought is made from fish. still, you hope the cat will appreciate it.
the cat is still there as if it’s understood and blessed you with patience. the unimpressed look it has on its face says otherwise, though. grateful, you kneel beside it, slightly mesmerized by the fact that it hasn’t run away yet.
maybe other people are feeding it, too? it doesn’t look worryingly thin. needs a little cleaning, but looks well-fed. you’re relieved.
“here you go,” you coo, ignoring the strange looks of the passersby. you place the bowl down and crack open the can. the smell has the cat walking over, meowing all crankily. “i know, i know.”
the cat doesn’t dig in until you’ve finished shaking off its contents, staring at you in the same way the itoshi guy in your class would. the resemblance is uncanny.
you spend the rest of your afternoon keeping the cat company. its face speaks as if it’s far from amused, but the way it rubs against your ankle contradicts it.
cute. the cat is cute.
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another student comes to visit the cat, carrying two cans of cat food. it’s been sitting in the plastic for a little while because as he had been going in the same routine he usually has, he spots you, his classmate, bent to the knees next to his cat, and paused.
rin thinks you’re scared of him because everyone in the class is. he lets you have your moment, choosing to come back later when you’ve finished so you don’t freak out and scare the cat. he thinks he can strike up a conversation tomorrow where there are no cats to frighten.
the cat walks up to him, instantly familiar. he doesn’t even meow up at rin impatiently, which confirms rin’s suspicions.
“y/n fed you well,” he mumbles. “i guess you can have this tomorrow.”
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you’re suddenly all too aware that rin sits in front of you. he’s right there, uniform stretched over his broad back, most likely because he’s the prodigy of soccer in your school.
the neatness of his hair reminds you of the cat from yesterday, with its silky dark fur despite being a stray. you resist the urge to touch it, missing the cat already. you make a mental note to refill your water bottle so the cat can drink after.
while left thinking about the fact that you’re three dollars shorter than yesterday's budget, you fail to notice that class has ended and rin has his arm slung over the top of his chair to turn to look at you.
rin’s eyes flicker down to the paper bag next to your feet. “what’s that for?”
startled by the smoothness of his voice directed at you, you choke out a: “t-this?” you gesture lamely at the bag containing the gruesome bowl.
“what else am i referring to?”
you scrunch your nose. “okay, no need to be so rude. maybe i won’t tell you what it is.”
rin stares, and you’re intensely reminded of piercing eyes looking up at you, patiently waiting for the canned tuna.
“it’s a cat bowl,” you murmur, defeated.
“cat bowl,” he repeats, a gleam in his eye. he probably thinks you’re weirder than he already thinks you are.
“for a stray. i don’t want to bring it around because some other cat owner might steal it. i can’t have that.”
“show me,” he demands.
a little terrified by the fact that the class grump is actively maintaining a conversation with you; you obediently show him the bowl, spinning it around to show all sides. rin hums, contemplative. your classmates are starting to stare. “it’s weird, right? fishes for the print and fishes for dinner. do you like it?”
“lukewarm.”
“what does that even mean?”
“it’s too small. buy a new one.”
“...you think?”
rin nods, standing up. the chair screeches while he says, “i’ll come with you.”
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this is how you end up in the same pet supply store with a companion this time. rin picks the most expensive one for the bowl and the canned cat food, which makes you think he must really like cats a lot.
but as you two leave the store, you belatedly realize he’s leading the way even though you never told him anything about the stray you meet.
it doesn’t hit you until the same cat meows and purrs at rin, rubbing against his pants with its entire body.
“hi,” rin says, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
you gape. “wait, the cat’s yours?”
rin bends down, knees to his chest while he sets the bowl down and cracks the can open with one finger. “no. dad’s allergic. he doesn’t follow me back home anyway.” while he does that, the cat comes to greet you, and your heart aches on rin’s behalf.
so he just comes to feed him every day, huh… you muse, gently scratching the cat who purrs at your attention but still looks as if he’d rather be anywhere but here.
“do you have a name for him?”
rin pauses, having finished pouring everything. “...no.” he squints at you as if you’ve just asked him the exact coordinates of his birthplace: sincerely confused.
“what do you call him, then?” you watch as the unnamed cat starts digging down on the food, content. you wonder why no one else has already kept this cat to themselves. he’s so cute and polite.
“cat.”
“ah, of course.”
you two watch ‘cat’ eat, content with the silence. it starts to drizzle moments later, but rin is quick to pull out an umbrella and cover all three of you. the cat grumbles unhappily at the splatter of rain hitting him.
“do you always visit him?”
“yes.”
“do you like cats?”
“yes.”
a shame that allergies are the only thing keeping itoshi rin from getting a cat.
while you’re distracted, the cat goes back to rin. rin wastes no time bending down to pick him up, looking awfully domestic in the middle of a sidewalk in front of a busy coffee shop. your hands twitch to reach for your phone, but you’re too stunned to do anything but stare. they look so much alike.
cute, you think, horrified, rin looks so cute holding the cat.
while engulfed in rin’s arms, the cat meows at you. and you, with a too-tender heart, can’t resist.
“i’ll keep him,” you declare with newfound determination. “i’ll take care of him. if you let me keep the bowl you bought.”
rin’s eyes light up, though it wouldn’t have been evident if you hadn’t been his classmate and witnessed his varying expressions of death. (as if it was varying in the first place.)
“i’ll buy everything else he’ll like,” he says, like a true cat mom, his face glowing with barely concealed excitement.
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since then, rin accompanies you home. you tell him that you’ve saved up three dollars from yesterday and now you have more than enough to buy a nice, cold drink and maybe catnip for the cat, but rin insists that he’ll pay for everything, including your beverage.
“you feed our son.”
“our son?” he repeats curiously.
“yes. he lives with me. he looks like you,” you explain absentmindedly, setting up the water dispenser on the new food bowl rin ended up buying. it no longer has fish for design or the painful lime green he bought the second time—instead, it’s a nice blue that compliments the cat’s eyes.
“and what are you implying is going on between us?”
you nearly spill water all over the floor. “i…” you honestly did not think about that, “—nevermind. don’t make it weird, itoshi!”
you think you heard rin chuckling, but you’re too busy being embarrassed to bother.
(during class, you will find that rin is far from intimidating. in fact, he’s actually a little bitch to deal with. you’re starting to think that he’s more of a pain to deal with than an actual grumpy cat.
“don’t forget to buy food for our son,” rin says after class, in front of students who gossip like there is no tomorrow.
“what?”
“for our son,” rin says, nonplussed at the sight of your haunted expression.
someone who has overheard the conversation pipes up, “you two have a son?”
“we don’t!” you hiss, face burning with embarrassment at the sudden influx of attention from your classmates.
rin frowns. “don’t lie.”
“you two are starting to act like a married couple recently…” another comments offhandedly.
“itoshi walks y/n home, i saw!”
“we have a son,” rin agrees, and you’re starting to think that he’s doing it on purpose.
“stop saying that!”)
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thank u art aanobrain for giving me the idea of rin just naming the cat ‘cat’. that idea is so special to me.
anyway. RIN IS SO HARD TO WRITE HELPPPP. this was an excruciating process i genuinely did not know if i did anything right but WHAT’S DONE IS DONE. thx for reading <3
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 month
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I’m loving so much the new disowned verse omg, it is so good, you are a genius.
But I’m curious, how did reader and jason met?
The apartment was in a cracker box of a building with thin walls. His neighbors were a young couple that fought about money 25/8 and an elderly 'Nam Vet who liked his porno but- he could cope.
It was different than Gotham. There weren't constant gunshots. And that was weird. But. He knew better than to think his PI license wouldn't make him some money. Even out in the sticks. There was always a contentious divorce. There was always something not quite right. Cops in over their heads.
And he'd have down time. He could read. Work on his bike. Fuck. Maybe even actually go see a movie... Sure. He knew eventually he'd get bored but. For now, he was looking forward to it.
He shut the door and locked it behind him, frowning just slightly and making a note to get a better lock while he was out. He doubted he could find anything super great in town- he'd probably have to order something but. He'd passed a hardware store in town so... it might be worth checking out. If he made friends with the old guy that probably ran it he could probably get some special orders if he needed it.
So he set off that direction, wandering on foot down the sidewalks and taking note of the other houses. It was the middle of the afternoon. And the lunch whistles at the old factory still sounded at nood and then 30 minutes later. Tucked away from the tree-lined main drag, the houses back here varied from run down to better homes and gardens.
That tracked.
They got better closer to the front. The older show homes outweighed the eyesores. American primitive lawn decor. A surprising number of pineapples- and he snorted, wondering if it had come from a big box store or if it was a signal. Or both.
Still.
By the time he made it to the hardware store, he was reasonably certain he could stay busy. All was not as Leave it to Beaver as the Town Council would have you believe. And the first place he was gonna leave a flyer was in the beauty shop. Those old biddies HAD to have some shit to stir up.
He shouldered the door open and a bell, an actual bell, chimed. And he smiled a little taking a deep breath. The smell of dust, tools, and old well-maintained wood hit his nose and he exhaled. Definitely not going to find any high tech locks here. But, he had a soft spot for independent shops.
"Be with you in a minute!"
The voice made him jump. Not the gruff voice of a grumpy old fuck he expected. And it made him search of the source. Curious. "No worries," he said, walking a little farther towards where he'd heard it. Finding a young woman on a ladder stocking some boxes of bolts on a shelf. A pink canvas gardening apron tied around her hips to hold more boxes. "You got door locks?" he asked.
"Aisle 5 next to the paver catalogs," you tell him, steadying yourself so you can turn and glance down at him.
"Perfect," he said, "Thanks."
"Mhm, let me know if you need anything else," you tell him.
Jason paused and looked around, "Think you can put a tool box together for me I just moved and-"
"Ah, yeah. One Bachelor special," you tell him," Jumping down from the ladder, "I think I can get you fixed up. At least enough to get you started. You'll be smashing your thumbs in no time."
"Got a first aid kit too?"
"Right up at the counter," you snort. "But if you want anything special, you gotta see Adam at the Pharmacy. Mine are pretty basic."
"I can deal with basic- at least until you sell me a band saw-"
"Oh lord."
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shdo-xplosion · 10 months
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SLIMEBALL!AIZAWA X READER
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Warnings: dubcon, explicit content, aizawa wrestles with his conscience but his dick wins, aloe vera as lube, talk of when reader was his student, almost somnophilia, fingering, p in v, creampie, cum play, fem-bodied reader, reader is white-coded, described as turning pink/red from sunburn
Word Count: 2.1k
Notes: my contribution to the Wet Hot Slimeball Summer collab! thank you to @bastardblvd for letting me join! i’ve been wanting to write aizawa for a little while now and this just possessed me. hope everyone has fun with it, and make sure to check out the masterlist for more slimy content!
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He should wake you up, give you a nudge where you lay in your beach towel, but Shouta can’t bring himself to. Not when he has such a perfect view of your body, the arch of your back, the curve of your ass, the way your tits squish out from beneath you, your skimpy top barely doing anything to cover them.
Fuck, he should wake you up. Your skin is already turning pink. You’re going to have painful burn lines that will peel and turn into sexy tan lines, and Shouta has to shake his head to get the image out of his mind.
His sick mind. There must be something wrong with him. You were his student for fuck’s sake, and sure, you haven’t been for a few years now. Now you’re a big shot pro, one of the top 10, but he can still remember you sitting in the back row of his classroom, mouthy, obnoxious, still learning to control your quirk.
He remembers having to tell you to shut your mouth every single day, a mouth that he finds himself staring at more and more, lips parted and pouty, and Shouta wants to slide his fingers between them, feel your tongue on his fingerprints.
But he refrains, just bites the inside of his cheek and looks out at the waves.
The beach houses are nice, other pros having rented a few out for a nice little getaway. There are still heroes in the city to protect civilians, nothing to worry about. All Shouta has to do is relax.
He’s in a house with Hizashi, All Might, Snipe, and you, and his patience is running thin. Between Toshinori’s loud ass voice and Hizashi forgetting to turn on his hearing aids, Shouta is beginning to think that maybe he does deserve a little treat. Maybe he should indulge.
No. No. Ex-student. And the media would have a field day if anything ever got leaked. Not worth it. Definitely not worth it.
But hours later finds everyone back in their respective houses, resting after a long day in the sun. Hizashi and Toshinori are passed out and Snipe has retired to his room, probably also sleeping, leaving Shouta tired but awake, listening to you hiss every time you move.
“Jesus, I haven’t had a sunburn like this since I was a kid,” you whine.
“Should’ve put on more sunscreen,” Shouta replies. Or he could’ve just woken you up. Been an actual good person instead of perving on you in your bikini.
“I meant to! But the sun felt nice, and the waves were so soothing, and I just…”
“Dozed off. Just let all those UV rays cook you.”
You roll your eyes. “I don’t need a lecture, Aizawa Sensei,” you scoff, and the way the old title makes Shouta’s dick twitch in his sweatpants. Fuck.
“You’re right, you’re right. How about I go pick up some aloe vera, then?” he offers. He needs to put some space between the two of you.
“What, I’ll stop whining?”
“Maybe,” he smirks.
Once he pulls on a shirt Shouta leaves and makes his way down to the little shop at the end of the street. All it sells is beach stuff, but lucky him, that’s all he needs.
One bottle of overpriced aloe vera and a meaningless chat with the cashier, and Shouta is on his way back to the house. He wonders if you’ll lather it on in front of him. Maybe you’ll even ask him to help.
The lightweight shirt you had put on earlier must be too much for your raw skin because you’ve gotten rid of it, walking around in a t-shirt bra and little shorts. Have you gotten even redder?
“Oh, thank god.”
“Let me throw it in the freezer for a few minutes,” Shouta says, pulling the bottle out of your reach when you practically lunge for it. “It’ll feel better cold.”
“But Aizawaaa,” you pout, sounding a lot like a petulant child, crossing your arms only to whimper and drop them back to your hips.
“It’ll be worth it. I promise.” Without giving it much thought he hooks a finger under your chin, thumb flicking your pushed-out bottom lip. When you don’t recoil from the touch, he fights to keep from pulling you closer.
Unfortunately, you don’t ask him for help when you apply the cold cream to your skin, but Shouta is granted a look at your hardened nipples through the material covering them, the icy aloe making you break out in goosebumps.
“Thank you for getting this,” you say genuinely. “It’s gonna make my nap so much easier.”
Shouta has always been good at hiding his emotions, so you aren’t able to see the disappointment he feels as he watches you retreat to your room, the green bottle in hand.
It’s fine though because an hour later he finds himself creeping in after you, eyes locked on your sleeping form. You’re lying on your stomach, likely to avoid the burn on your back that you weren’t able to reach. No blankets are covering you, the heat from your skin keeping you well warmed.
The bottle of aloe is on the nightstand, and Shouta reaches for it—room temperature now, and squirts some in his hand.
He’s doing you a favor, he reasons with himself. Your back is an ugly (beautiful) red, and he wants to help soothe you.
His hands on you don’t wake you immediately, just make you sigh and snuggle further into your pillow. Shouta gently rubs the remedy over you, as careful as possible. You feel so nice under his palms, so warm and smooth, the dip of your back calling to him. He could make you arch further, make your hips roll and buck. Your shorts ride low, waistband just above the swell of your ass, and Shouta wants nothing more than to rip them off, but he resists. Instead, he rubs up your sides, slowly and purposefully, fingers barely dipping beneath the elastic of your bra so that he grazes the sides of your tits.
That makes you stir, eyes slowly opening as tired little noises make their way out of your throat.
“”zawa?” you ask quietly, and his self-control breaks.
“Shh, just relax,” he tells you in a low voice. “It’s okay, m’just taking care of you.”
He sees your eyebrows furrow, and you try to roll over, but his strong hand presses against the small of your back to keep you from turning.
He unclasps your bra, squirts a generous amount of aloe between your shoulder blades, and begins working again. At first he thinks you believe that his actions truly are innocent. You can’t see or feel how hard he is in his sweats, how precum is already beading at his tip.
That belief is shattered when he moves his hands upward again, this time sliding under you to cup your tits.
“Aizawa!” You push yourself so that you’re sitting up awkwardly, but all it does is make it easier for him to grope you and press his lips to your shoulder.
“You don’t have to pretend you don’t want this,” he drawls, smirking into your skin. “I haven’t forgotten about your little schoolgirl crush.” Because as much as you may have annoyed him in class, you still looked at him with hearts in your eyes. It was easy for him to deduce that all your smartass comments were just to get his attention.
“That doesn’t mean…” You trail off when he pinches both of your nipples, pulling a quiet moan from you.
“Just once, sweetheart. You owe me after teasing me the last few days.”
“I wasn’t…”
“Walking around in your short little dresses, prancing around with these pretty tits falling out of your bikini tops.” He gives you a tight squeeze before letting go of the plump flesh in order to trail his hands down further. “Let me have you just once.”
You only resist a little when he pushes you back down on the bed, face down again. You’ve lost your bra, and Shouta is quick to pull your cotton shorts down your legs, revealing that you’re wearing nothing underneath them.
He groans, groping your ass, bouncing your cheeks before spreading them to show your folds.
“Such a pretty cunt,” he growls, running a finger down your slit as far as he can. You’re already wet for him—such a good girl—but he still wants to get you slicked up and messy.
Shouta grabs the bottle of aloe vera once again, covering his fingers with it then slowly pushing two of them inside of you.
“Ahh, fuck, ‘zawa,” you gasp. With your cheek against the pillows, Shouta can see the way your mouth opens, eyes wide as they flick around to whatever you can see. Your body is tense, but you aren’t fighting him, thighs parting a little more.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs. You don’t respond, just bite your bottom lip. Doesn’t matter. As long as you let him touch you he’ll be a happy man.
Pumping his fingers, Shouta stares at your reddened skin and gets the idea to mark you, presses his fingertips into your flesh then pulls them away, admiring the light circles they leave behind. Mesmerized, he grips your ass with one hand, squeezing to create those same marks just under the curve.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He punctuates it with a spank that makes you jolt, but you quickly melt when he curls his fingers a certain way. “You ready for my cock, baby? I’ll be gentle. I know you’re sore.”
A lie. He slicks himself up with more aloe then thrusts into your heat all at once, stretching you on his fat cock and holding you in place when you squirm.
“Y-you said… nnfuck.”
“I know what I said, but your pussy is just too—” he snaps his hips back and forth, eyes rolling in his head. “Too sweet. Can’t help it.”
Shouta tugs you up so that you’re on your knees, back pressed to him, and he knows the friction is hurting you, the coarse hair on his chest chafing your raw skin, but at this angle he can reach in front of you to play with your neglected clit, massaging it with two fingers.
“‘zawa let me… at least let me ride you,” you plead.
It’s a tempting thought, but… “you feel so good like this, though. So warm, taking my cock so well.”
He presses a hand low on your tummy, swears he can feel his dick moving, but he gets distracted when you let your head hang back to rest on his shoulder. Opportunity presents itself with your neck so open, and Shouta wraps his fingers around your throat, just barely squeezing.
He’s so deep inside you, cockhead nudging your cervix. Ohh, he wants to fuck you so full of his cum, wants to see you sprawled on the mattress dripping with him, wants to see you ruined.
Words stick in your throat, but your lips are moving like you want to say something. Shouta pants in your ear, “what is it, baby? What do you want?”
“Wanna—wanna cum,” you whimper, and now Shouta knows that you’ve fully accepted him. You’re not mad at him for fucking you, no. You want this. You want him.
“Cum, then,” he growls, nipping your earlobe. “Cum on my cock, I wanna feel your pussy—”
Your back arches painfully, sensitive skin pulling taut as you cry out and cream all over him. Feeling your cunt contract around him, Shouta fucks into you harder and deeper, using you like a rag doll as he gets lost in your climax, climbing to his own.
He’s not sure he’s ever cum so hard in his life, thick lines shooting from his dick and coating your guts. Shouta bites into your shoulder hard enough for you to yelp and try to slap him away, but all of his muscles are so tight that even his jaw is locked. His hips stutter as strings of white keep shooting into you, your used cunt so full of him that it starts leaking back out of you.
When he pulls out, Shouta scoops some of his cum out of you, dazed as he smears it down the pink of your spine.
“What the hell are you doing?” you ask breathlessly, falling forward onto the mattress and glaring.
Shouta shrugs his shoulders. “Aloe works just as good as lube. Maybe cum’ll work well as aloe.”
“That’s disgusting.”
So is he. But at least he finally learned to relax on his vacation.
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embry-garrick · 3 months
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So, I was having breakfast, and an idea popped into my head... HEAR ME OUT.
You are a spy. You work in an agency of spies and secret agents who sell the information they get. And it turns out that TF141 needed information for a mission, so Price sent Gaz and Soap after you guys.
And it also happens that the person with the information they need is you.
Gaz and Soap arrive at your secret base (which is underneath a clothing store... who would suspect? lol) and go to where you are. They ask for the information, but it turns out that as it was difficult information to obtain (you spent months undercover) and it is also very valuable information, so is very expensive. They are astonished by the price, and try to bargain with you, wanting to reduce the price even just a little.
But seeing these two cute soldiers in front of him begging for a discount made an idea pop into your mind. Half-price. They just have to pay half the price and do... another little thing.
Which is what they are doing now. You, pounding like there's no tomorrow into Gaz poor hole, who moans and cries with the pleasure you're giving, and Soap, lying next to you, with his ass in the air and with cum oozing out from his hole, passed out after you have used it first.
(i'm feeling silly:333)
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GOD DAMN 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 RAHHHHHHHHH
:3 nsfw under the cut :3 small little drabble thing :3
Minors, fem aligned, no pronouns in bio, and ageless accounts. Please leave me alone, don’t interact with this post. I don’t want to see you in the notes, bc I will have to block!!
This information wasn't easy to get, months and months of playing a role. Almost losing yourself in the process, but ultimately, you are victorious and get your hands on the most valubale information in the world to date. The price of this information is practically impossible for even the richest of the richest to get their hands on it.
But then two soldiers arrive at your little clothing shop, walking in like they own the place. Confident, but oh so pretty soldiers, coming to you for that valuable piece of info.
When you tell them the price... Their skin pales as their eyes widen, lips parting slightly in shock as they process just how much they would need to pay you.
Surprisingly, it's the one with the brown eyes that pipes up.
"Surely there's a bargain we could make here? Anything that can halve the price?"
You smile, sending shivers down their spines as you slowly look them up and down.
"There is one way, if you're both really that desperate."
It doesn't take long for you to have them both shuddering, face down on your desk as they lay there side by side. Both hands with three fingers deep inside of them. The stranger you learned was named Gaz who whines after a particularly harsh graze across his prostate. Hole spasming as he cums on only your fingers, crying out as he shivers.
"You just relax now, alright? Time for Soap to have his turn." You hum, pulling your fingers from Gaz's hole. Tapping his hole teasingly, and eliciting a small moan from his spit slick lips.
You pull your fingers out of Soap, wetting your cock with the leftover lube still on your fingers. Lining up and tapping your cockhead on his hole, smiling at his low whine. You don't tease him for long, sinking into him slowly and groaning low in your throat.
And he's so pretty, mouth open as he pants. Drooling onto your desk from the pleasure, having lost embarrassment after the first three times he came on your fingers. Resting his cheek on your desk, eyes screwed shut as inch after inch glides into him. His walls loose and properly warmed up after making sure to have him speared on your fingers.
"Feels good, don't it?" You breathe, hips finally meeting his cheeks. Staying still and gently patting his hips, watching as another shudder runs through him as he nods. Wet tongue licking his lips as he opens his lidded eyes, looking at Gaz who's cock is rock hard even after just cumming. His eyes dark and wide as he watches how Soap shivers and whines while your cock slowly slides into him.
You had been staying still to let him adjust, but he weakly moves his hips back. Letting out a loud moan when you grip his flushed cock, tears building in his eyes as overstimulation hits. Moaning as you begin to thrust in and out, stroking him in time with your slow pace.
“You see that, Gaz? Poor thing feels so good, don’t you Soap?” You huff in amusement, angling your hips just so, and thrusting deep. Soap keens, arching his back as he sobs.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Soap cries out, your cock hitting his prostate each time you thrust back in. Fresh wave of tears streaming down his face as he moans, adding to the small puddle of drool on your desk. Your hand speeding up and making his body tense, thighs shaking as his end grows nearer and nearer.
You hiss when he clenches around you, moving your hand off his cock and grabbing his hips for purchase. Fucking into him harder, faster.
With a loud wail, he cums from your cock and pace alone. Eyes rolling back as you fill him up, slumping against your desk as you slowly pull out. Pink and gaping hole twitching as your spend slowly trickles out.
You watch for a moment, catching your breath before turning to Gaz. Who’s stroking himself, cheek pressed against the desk. Having watched you and Soap, staying in position like a good little soldier.
“You ready for me, soldier?” You smile, seeing as he shivers and nods. Whining when you spit on your fingers to quickly check his hole, still loose and warm from your previous ministrations.
Pulling your fingers out, you slick your cock with some lube. Stroking yourself to keep your cock hard, hissing through the sensitivity. Despite having just came, you start lining yourself up and tease your cock through Gaz’s cheeks. Pushing his cheeks together to create a slick glide, your tip catching on his rim and making him whimper.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty. Can’t tease you for long.” You growl, putting your bulbous cockhead right against his rim and slowly pushing in.
He gasps, his hand pulling off his cock so he can brace himself against the desk. Moaning high in his throat as he feels his walls adjust to your thick length. You can’t help yourself, such a pretty man underneath you, you need to mark him.
With your cock nestled deep inside of him, you lean down and begin to kiss and nip at his back. Tracing your hands on his sides, and smirking when he trembles.
By the time he’s moving against you, his back is a mess of bites and hickey’s. His cock straining and low whines escaping him, moaning as you begin to fuck into him. Hands on his hips as you rest your forehead on his back, hips a constant force as you thrust. Fat cock zoned in on his prostate, making him cry out.
Like he was made to take cock, his hands grip the edge of your desk and uses the leverage to push back against you. His back arching as a hoarse cry falls from his lips.
You growl, wrapping an arm around his chest and pulling him up from your desk. Putting your other hand on his cock as you pound away, relishing in his squeal at the angle change. Tears pricking at his eyes as he draws closer and closer to the edge.
“Go on pretty boy, be a good boy and cum for me.” You murmur, stroking him faster as you keep your thrusting fast and hard.
A few more pumps, and he cries out. Cumming all over your fist and squeezing your cock so tight it almost hurts, making you moan as you fill him up.
Gently, you lay him back down onto the desk. Letting him catch his breath as he trembles from the aftershocks. Shuddering as he feels your cum slowly trickle out of him.
You wait til Soap wakes up, having already helped Gaz dress Soap. Helping Gaz dress up right after and handing them both a water bottle. Pulling your own pants on as you smile at them, satisfaction clear on your face.
You tell them the info for free.
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thesturniolos · 3 months
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since we were young
m. sturniolo x reader
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summary: best friends trying to find their feet through sticky situations where feelings get in the way of almost everything.
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"oh good heavens, help me! for i shall die, without you, my dear!" arielle pleads, her hands clasping around the sturniolo boy's arm.
"shut up, it's not that funny!" chris huffs, swatting her arm away, before making his way over to the chair closest to him.
chris, the youngest triplet, found himself enrolled in his schools local production of romeo and juliet, and his friends had not stopped bugging him about it since they found it.
it wasn't necessarily optional, it was more like he was forced to be in the play, otherwise his grades were going to rapidly decline, regardless of arielles study lessons.
"who's playing juliet then?" matt says, as he pops up from behind arielle, tapping her arm, making sure she caught on to the mocking session, chris was about to endure.
matt sturniolo, the middle triplet, was quite obviously the most close to arielle, and spent the majority of their time together. although what they didn't see was the endless amounts of love they shared for one another wasn't exactly platonic. well, at less that's what some people thought. arielle and matt however would argue until the end of the earth, to get people to understand that they were clearly just friends.
very close friends.
"is it sophie? we all know how much you love her!" arielle laughs, catching nicks attention.
"oooh, sophie? whos sophie?" nick says, opening the fridge, before quickly running towards the three.
nick sturniolo, the oldest and the one with the best music taste (obviously), the number one marielle shipper, almost like a diehard fan.
"she's just- she's nobody. nobody." chris flushes red and stares at arielle in what he thinks is an intimidating way, but she just finds it hilarious.
"is she someone or is she nobody, chris?" nick teases, pushing chris' arm on his way to sit down.
"she's just someone in my english class that i may have liked last year, but i don't like her now so cut it out. and anyways that's completely not the point! i have to be in this play otherwise ill fail, you know that!"
"but did you have to be romeo? matt scrunches his eyebrows, laughing a little.
"i had no choice, we were given roles randomly."
"okay, i don't care anymore. im bored, can we do something?" nick picks at his jumper, careless to the previous conversation they were having.
"god, so sorry i bored you." chris scoffs and gets up to get a drink, before asking the others if they wanted one too. to which they all replied, yes.
"um, we could go shopping?"
"okay, arielle. we've done that four times this week and it's only wednesday."
"and? it's my hobby, bro. a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do. but, that's not to say nobody else enjoys shopping as well, but from the looks on your faces, you all would beg to differ, which is absurd." arielle lectures, defending her love for shopping.
it was true. the girl loved shopping. it was all she did. she would make the triplets go shopping with her everywhere. from clothes shops to food shops, you name it, she took them with her. it was mainly because she couldn't drive, but she couldn't deny that their company was really the selling point.
the triplets love for her was practically infinite so they would do anything she wanted. although many people assumed arielle would abuse that power and just drain them for everything they had, she did the exact opposite.
after they rose to youtube fame, she stuck with them through it all. through the hate and endless amounts of hours editing and filming, she helped them as much as she could. sure she wasn't in the videos, but she was always working behind the scenes, editing, getting sponsors, coming up with video ideas, helping manage their accounts, almost like a manager.
she didn't want any credit for it and she didn't make it known she helped them so much, she just generally loved being around them.
"okay, fine. no shopping." arielle flopped onto a chair.
"how about we go to dennys?" matt suggests, making their faces light up, giving him the indication that his plan was well liked.
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"god, this food is sent from above, i swear." arielle looks up, as if to thank the heavens for her pancakes, she shoved into her mouth quickly.
"slow down, arielle. you'll choke!" matt says, laughing a little beside her.
"that's what she said." chris mumbles, although everyone heard, making arielle flush red and laugh.
"what did you get again?" nick asks arielle.
"chocolate chip pancakes with nutella and ice cream!" arielle smiles, proud of her order, almost as if she made it herself.
"ahhh, the same as matt." matt looks up and frowns.
"yeah, i tried his last time and it was way better than mine." arielle laughs, oblivious to the faces chris and nick were making at matt.
arielle sips her drink and to her dismay, finds nothing but melted ice.
"ill be back, just going to get another drink. do you guys want any?" she says getting up.
"we're okay." nick exclaims, answering for all of them.
arielle walks to the counter to be met with a familiar pair of eyes.
"omg, arielle, is that you?" the brown haired girl says, putting her hand to her chest in fake surprise.
"amy, long time no see." arielle mumbles, looking her up and down before smiling a little too enthusiastically.
"hows life been treating you?"
"just fine, can i have an apple juice please? just the one."
"of course. what table?"
arielle turns around to ask the triplets the table number when amy gasps.
"omg, is that who i think it is?" she makes her way around the work counter and towards the sturniolos.
arielle rolls her eyes and walks over to them too, with her hands on her hips in annoyance.
"it is you guys! ive missed you all so much!"
"that makes one of us." arielle mumbles, making nick laugh but chris and matt remain silent.
"well, how's life been treating you?"
"is that the only thing you can think of to say?
"excuse me?" amy says, turning around.
"oh no, it's just that you said that to me too, you know, i was just having a laugh. no hard feelings." arielle justifys, folding her arms and smiling fakely.
"oh, aha! i repeat myself a lot!"
"yeah, perhaps it's time to pull out that dictionary from the attic and broaden the vocabulary. although, you could've done with that last year in mr jones' class."
"mhm, anyways! hows things boys? any girlfriends? oh sorry! boyfriends?" she says, touching nicks arm, making him nod his head awkwardly.
"nope!" nick says, shaking his head and looking down.
"how about you matt? last time i saw you matt, all the girls were going insane over you! don't doubt they still are with those looks." she flirts absentmindedly.
"actually, yes. i do."
arielle pov:
as i hear those words come out of his mouth, a little piece in me feels like it's died.
"you do?" chris asks, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.
"yeah. arielle." matt winks at me, whilst the girl turns around and stares at me, almost in disbelief.
"you and matt?" i nod along, feeling heat rush to my face.
why was i blushing? it wasn't like it was real. i was just a quick excuse as an escape in a stupid conversation. god, i needed to get a grip.
"well, that's great!" she says, her jaw clenching and a fake smile appearing on her face.
"well, we best be going! see you round, amy." matt gets up and walks over to me, before trailing his arm over my shoulder.
i can feel him looking at me and i instantly want to look away. we hug all the time but this is different, i can practically feel him breathing down my neck.
chris and nicks eyes were burning holes into my skin, as they looked in astonishment at matt and i.
they were shocked? i was shocked!
we all walk out the restaurant and i quickly change the subject.
"we had half our food left on that table." i furrow my eyebrows and peer into the window to look.
"so we're all going to ignore what happened then?" chris exclaims, his eyes practically coming out of his head.
"thanks for playing along with that, by the way." matt says, smiling at me.
i shouldn't feel sad about this. its actually fucking ridiculous.
"oh. no, yeah, for sure. it's cool." i answer, looking down at my feet, desperate for the moment to pass.
"now, what do we do?" nick begins walking to the car.
"we could have a sleepover, if your mom lets you."
"sure, ill ask her." i close the car door, before collapsing into the chair dramatically.
i open my phone and text my mum quickly.
momma <3
hi mom! hope everything's okay at work, would it be okay if i slept round the triplets tonight?
of course, if it's okay with mary!
thank you mum, love you!
love you too!
i go to put my phone away but am met with a pinging noise, more commonly known as my text notification.
i open my phone again to see nicks name pop up.
bird whisperer <3
Are you okay?
yeah, why?
You just seemed really off after the restaurant
no, it's okay, just wanted to finish my food hehehe
Hmmm Okay It's more than that but I'll talk to you about it later
what does he mean by that?
he couldn't know, could he? god, i hope not.
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the drive back was peaceful but lowkey kinda awkward, which was a first with the sturniolos.
it was probably because of who we bumped into. what i forgot to say was that amy and matt used to be very close. like girlfriend and boyfriend close.
until well, i came back.
i moved to california when i was 13 for 3 years, but i still talked to the triplets the whole time and i didn't really get closer to anyone.
me and matt were like the iconic duo, everyone knew that. people at school, their parents, nick and chris, their friends, teachers, literally everyone.
so when i left, everybody was in shock but of course, they didn't know i was coming back and it was only temporary.
whilst, i was gone, matt met amy and they really hit it off. i wasn't salty about it when chris mentioned it at first, it was when our 2 hour calls turned into 10 minute calls and every month meet ups turned into every six month meet ups.
until i came back, and then it was like everything was normal again.
we kind of just put it all to the back of us, wanting to forget about it all.
but i always felt slightly guilty that matt just dropped amy like that. i was told she wasnt the nicest of people but that didn't mean she deserved to be treated that way. i mean, ive been in that situation and it's painful.
we never talked about her when i came back, apart from when i asked alahna what happened and even she was light on details.
so like i said, we just brushed it off like it never happened.
"arielle!" nick bumps my arm, making me turn towards him and hum in question.
"we asked if you are okay?"
"yeah, i just spaced out for a second. thinking about work, it's really hectic at the moment." i was partially lying, which made me feel a little better, although knowing nick he'd end up finding out anyways.
"so glad we don't have to go to school anymore, honestly it was so draining." chris adds, still on his phone.
"i know, but it was also such a good time as well, especially towards the end."
"yeah, i kinda miss it sometimes."
"you weren't there for half of it." matt laughs, making feel slightly uncomfortable.
i still feel guilty to this day about me moving, but i can't change the past.
"yeah. well you didn't miss much." nick says, lightening the mood.
the car stops, indicating we had gotten to their house and i open the car door to get out.
"i haven't got my stuff guys." i remember, stopping in my tracks, making the guys look my way.
"it's okay, you can wear my stuff." matt carelessly stares, as i nod.
i need to stop looking into things, we used to do this all the time. why all of a sudden does it feel different? amy didn't affect me that much.
we walk into the house and up the stairs to the kitchen.
"now what do we do, no offence but im bored as hell." i sit down on the counter, reaching for an apple in the fruit bowl.
"we could watch a movie."
"boring."
"we could make a tiktok."
"no we do that everytime"
i yawn and see matt come and stand next to me, grabbing the apple from my hands and attempting to balance it on his finger.
"we could do a challenge video for YouTube." chris suggests, making our heads turn towards him and i nod in agreeance.
THIS IS BAD I THINK HOPE U GUYS LIKE !!!!!
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honey-milk-depresso · 3 months
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Batbros (no Dami I’m sorry :(( ) with a Florist S/O
Am I finally doing headcanons for the Batfam?? Yes- yes I am-
Dick Grayson
He finds it adorable you sell flowers in the middle of Gotham streets. You’re just so pure and kind and nice, who ISN’T going to stop by and just talk to you and maybe buy a flower or two for your business’s benefit?
Dick loves meeting you before closing hours on his patrol, loving to talk to you while adoring your sweet and kind character.
He’s relatively protective of you. If you somehow get yourself in a situation where you’re gonna get robbed, just press the Bat Signal he gave you and he’ll be rushing to your aid to save you from those burglars.
When he’s done throwing those guys in jail, he’ll walk up to you and take one flower stock from a vase (most likely a rose) and wave it near your face with one hand behind his back and a flirty and playful smile.
“For the oh so beautiful flower~” he would say cheekily, as you would roll your eyes with a blush and smile and take the rose from him, the smooth stem you gingerly grasp after it is being cut of its thorns as you playful thank him back for rescuing you.
Also, plenty of flower-related compliments and flirts. He’s so cheesy like that but you love it anyways. <3
Jason Todd
Jason finds it rather confusing and probably worrying you’re an innocent flower shop selling beautiful and delicate flowers in the middle of the dangerous streets of Gotham. And at night? He thinks that’s justifiable as to why he’s constantly watching over you and your shop.
He doesn’t really find any need to buy flowers, but because you are his s/o, he’ll buy like one or two (or a fucking bouquet because he’s smitten-) to support you. Might occasionally buy flowers to pay respects to his mom but eh-
The moment the bat signal he gave you rings, all hell is gonna break loose after knowing you are in danger. He is going to storm his way through the place and start pummeling them to the ground with all his might that you gotta stop him.
Once you do because he’ll be a lot calmer with your presence and because he can see you’re not hurt (and you feel a little bad for the burglars), he’ll immediately just hold you tight and not let go, even if you need to tend to the flowers you’re like “JASON I NEED TO CUT THE THORNS OF THE ROSES-”
“No. <3”
Tim Drake
He doesn’t have much of an opinion about you running a small and modest flower boutique in the middle of Gotham but he will get a bit concern if you tell him you run the shop all night as well. It’s dangerous out there, you know? And you’re all by yourself? He installed extra precautions and security to your shop to make sure you don’t get hurt by anyone.
And also to make sure he can see that you’re safe because of course he does that-
Tim can be quite a handful about your safety. “S/o, make sure you lock the shop immediately” “Bring your bat signal with you at all times” “ALSO LOCK THE DOORS, DID I TELL YOU THAT? Oh what, I did??”
Before danger can approach, he’s already three steps of the burglars and would take care of them outside the shop and call you about it and then keep telling you be safe and like god- he can be such a chiding mom sometimes-
But he cares a lot for you that he just doesn’t want to see you get hurt. So kiss him please, he’s trying. <3
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Some more thoughts Based on this post where you have your soulmates signature and Steve is a bat by @strangersatellites
I'm putting them in a new post so I don't derail it. I hope to I see several take on the initial concept. It's so fun.
Nancy and Jonathan he knows from back home they moved out here before him and have jobs at the paper. Are they are romantically involved or just friends now 🤷‍♀️ either way they work well together.
And they help Steve in his search. Jonathan knows where most of the murals in the city are and Nancy gives him some tips on getting people to give him information and a list of questions to help him along.
Benny has a deli across from one of them. He won't give up much, things good for business draws a crowd and if Eddie just happens to a regular who always tips good well why would he sell him out. Still he does offer Steve a sandwich and a list of a few murals that are lesser known in the city.
Heather works in the shop across from on and is annoyed in the uptick of customers. They're cutting into her down time. She didn't see anything anyway and she tells Steve he's wasting his time. The Bat is a ghost no one ever seen him. Or so she says.
Steve still has to work so there are days when he makes no progress, gets nowhere on finding his soul mate. Spends sleepless night tracing the bat on his hip and looking at the picture Jonathan gave him hoping somewhere in the is a clue.
So on and so forth skipping ahead.
Then the Robin thing I initially brought up
I can see a Steve running around the city type of thing happening because of this. He’s turning into a real detective, asking about all the murals, folks who live in the area. Steve meeting other characters from Stranger Things as he moves closer to his goal of finding his soulmate. He’s checked every single one he knows of is commiserating at the bar by the latest one. Robin is a bartender, mostly waving off his search until he waxes on about his soulmate and how talented they are. Steve isn’t the usual sort looking for Eddie so she slips him the address for another bar, one that play live music, has art all over, tells him to check it out. CC is of course play in front of the biggest mural Steve’s seen from his soul mate yet.
Steve wants to memorize every aspect of the mural, wants to take in every detail but it's hard with a band playing right in front of it. Harder still when his eyes catch on the lead singer and can look away. Mesmerized for an entire set.
He doesn't even realize he's just been sitting there watching until the band leaves for a break. Then he's turning to the bartender, an older man in flannel, asking about the mural. Wayne chuckles, "you'll have to ask the owner about that but he doesn't usually talk about it."
Steve's a little tipsy form earlier as he accepts the beer Wayne slides to him like a condolence. Sulky over one more obstacle standing between him and his person. "Could you ask him anyhow, please?" Wayne looks him over takes in his downtrodden face and the begging tone of his voice before giving a nod.
Steve’s not very hopeful by the time Wayne slides another beer to him either a shrug. He stays for the band and hopes that maybe if he's persistent he'll get the information. Nancy always insists sleuthing takes persistence.
He's mesmerized all over again and feels like dark eyes are boring into him, like this one's just for him. Which is silly, he's drunk and he's never heard this band, much less met the man singing. No way would he be singling him out, just a trick of the lights and the third beer he ordered.
When the singer climbs down from the stage he trips over a light playing it off as a bow. But what stands out to Steve is dark eyes still hooked on him as Eddie dances through the crowd signing autographs and giving hugs.
Steve turns away, it's a lot, too much and he's still ninety percent sure he's imagining it. All up until there's a sweaty musician's chest brushing against his arm as Eddie leans on the bar next to him, "so I hear you've been asking about our favorite artist."
I dunno I'm sorely tempted to write it write it but I've got so many wips already so I jsut wanted to get out some thought because I found the concept so inspired.
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sonic characters playing minecraft headcanons bc i cant sleep:
-tails is a huge redstoner. he builds giant farms for everyone on the server to use and also has a tendency to be responsible for most of the server's lag. in their umiverse tails is the one to invent wireless redstone
-tails also likes building house exteriors while amy builds the interiors. they work on a lot of projects together
-amy also runs a business making interiors because shes known to be the best at it on the server
-amy runs a shop selling mob loot because she loves killing things. she's also a master pvper and everyone fears her so you know no one would dare steal from her. she kills withers on the regular and makes bank off the nether stars
-she's also very skilled at using both the axe and the sword, but not as good at ranged weapons.
-sonic is an explorer and likes mods that allow for gear that makes him faster and increases his step height. mountain biomes are the bane of his existance in vanilla
-sonic used to live in tails' house but he would ruin his item sorter system all the time so he asked sonic to get his own storage. sonic now lives in a hole under tails' house
-sonic's a big potion user. he likes speed potions + water breathing / night vision potions for dealing with water stuff. he's soooo brave about it. he forced himself to take on a water temple because he couldnt stand the idea of there being an enemy he couldnt defeat. being underwater makes him sick tho
-knuckles is a miner and his house is a series of tunnels that blends into his mine. he also likes building things mainly with stone materials. he takes inspiration from irl angel island.
-rouge is a big flyer. shes possibly the best elytra user on the server
-rouge collects all the gems in the game and stacks them in shulker boxes in a vault nobody on the server has found yet. she does randomly flex by taking them out and showing them off. she'll go up to knuckles and just place a shulker box full of diamond blocks in front of him to taunt him, then quickly grab it and fly away.
-rouge doesn't mine so much as she'll trade or steal. she mainly steals from knuckles tho just to mess with him. knuckles always gets confused where his stuff has gone and still hasnt figured out rouge is the one taking it.
-rouge will also trade random missions for gems. these missions will often consist of helping with playing pranks on other members of the server.
-cream runs a flower and dye "shop" where she has super cheap prices, but half the time she will just give people flowers as gifts. everyone returns the favor with much more valuable items to make her happy but it technically doesn't count as selling/buying because cream never asks for anything in return. she does like receiving gifts tho
-big is always on the server, fishing. little do they know big is actually physically in the minecraft world. he doesnt know how he got there but he's vibin
-knuckles is very into minecraft lore. he likes exploring to learn more about the world and he likes finding old ruins. while sonic is also an explorer it's not too often they'll actually team up unless theyre specifically going to fight a difficult enemy. usually they prefer to go solo
-when time came to fight the ender dragon everyone showed up (except cream because she didn't think the dragon is evil and didnt want to kill it). shadow, sonic, and knuckles were all fighting for the final hit on the dragon. shadow got the hit but sonic stole the egg before anyone else could. he's hiding it in the hole under tails' house. rouge has her sights set on that thing and will figure out where it is any moment now. she just has to wait for tails to leave the house so she can search without being seen or heard
-shadow was the first on the server to get the achievement for collecting all the cats
-shadow is also a pretty good builder and he lives in a nice house with his cats. he has the most maxed out armor on the server
-tails has a solo world as well where he runs like 1000 mods that nobody else's computer could handle. i thought this was important to mention
-sonic likes to collect heads. both mob heads and player heads. he has 20 knuckles heads and 13 shadow ones but he could not get a tails one until tails donated one himself to the collection.
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While I was in Japan during March 2024, I was able to visit the Pretty Rhythm Rainbow Live 10th Anniversary Exhibit. This is my favorite anime of all time, so it was an incredible honor.
Unfortunately, you could not take pictures in many areas and I always try my best to be respectful and follow the rules. So, I will describe it.
The walls of the first room were covered in several tapestries depicting each individual episode of the anime, so you could reminisce about everything that happened as you slowly walked through the room. In the middle of the room, there were several exhibits perfectly recreating every single paper, notebook, sketch...
Hokkaido itinerary? Wakana and Bell's test scores? Momo's Happy Rain costume sketches? Naru and Bell's manager applications? The score to pride? Any piece of paper you can think of that appeared in PRRL, it was all HERE! Recreated with meticulous accuracy...
The next room was the photo room where you could take pictures in Prism Stone or in front of Rinne's feathers.
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Something else they had here which was really neat, was all of these mini photo ops of various scenes from the anime that you could put your plushies or figures into! As I rarely have someone with me to take photos of myself at events like this, and I rarely post them even when I do, NGL I loved it. I wish I had brought something! I did have a PAF Naru on my bag I could have used, but it would have taken time to unpin her so unfortunetly I did not.
The next room contained an exhibit of various merch from throughout the years.
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Unfortunately, there wasn't really much merch to look at in the classic section. Just the guitars, some stones, and the Smart Pod Shot. But I definitely think there was more than that back in the day! There has to have been because I own at least one thing that was not in here (a pool bag) haha!
They also had a REAL prism guitar on display, which apparently they are actually going to sell at some point!?
The last part of the exhibit before going to the gift shop, was a hallway with messages from all the voice actresses and the director. This was also a zone where photos were banned, but I remember in the director's he acknowledged Rainbow Live as being the only Pretty Rhythm season to achieve a 10th anniversary celebration and ended his commentary with "Glorious Pretty Rhythm" hahaha. Next was the gift shop...
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Which was honestly super disappointing... I was prepared to spend a lot of money here, but in the end, I barely bought anything. Everything, EVERYTHING good was blind and the stuff that wasn't was just so expensive.
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Like, they had this set of Hiro cards with his magazine covers and debut poster and I really wanted them but when I actually saw them it was like... 2,000 yen? FOR THREE CARDS!? Those tiny little cards you can see up there below the keychains?
????????????
Am I missing something!?
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In the end I bought two Wakana boards and two clear files. And the one blind thing I couldn't resist was the Prism Stone badges... which turned out to be Otoha x2 and one Ann. Gah.
I also might have bought a Wakana plush doll, but she was sold out. Out of all the Rainbow Live girls she was the only one sold out both here and at Tokyo Station Prism Stone.
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And here were the bonuses I got. Including, yes, the AiPri card. So for people who saw me posting it over on @pretty-idol-hell, this was where it came from.
I also got a very special letter, which I am saving to translate at a later date...
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Outside the event was an up and running Pretty Rhythm machine, or so I thought. Wow, no line! I said to myself as I happily bounced up to it only to find the coin slot taped over and a sign reading it could not be used. Darn. (I know there's no prism stones left in the wild, but come on, there's no free play mode...? Well, I guess even if there was they wouldn't want people loitering around the exhibition.)
Anyway, as you read I did have a few complaints, but it still makes my heart happy that this event existed at all. I loved all the time and effort that went into making all the recreations of things!
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3liza · 2 months
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re: last reblog - saw a TikTok ad the other day of a zoomer lifestyle peddler visually coded as a Nonbinary Dirtbag Leftist (dyed ratty hair, conspicuous piercings, cheap punk clothing) attempting to sell me an ebook about how to elevate my class position by buying a turnkey business like a laundromat.
so, exploiting the poor. and I mean they aren't wrong, that's how you get class mobile. I don't think it's actually possible to run a business like that ethically and still make a profit. maybe I'm wrong. but it seems like every bit of the profit is extracted from a dependence upon the poverty of the clientele, eg, lack of access to home laundry, charging greater than cost for time, water, soap and cleanliness which are all human rights, hiring employees at minimum wage, etc. the entire basis of charging money for such an amenity is a process of creating waste also, it creates waste in travel from home to the Laundromat, it creates waste in putting a laundromat in a storefront where housing could be, it creates waste in handling money and bills for a business that isnt essential etc etc. and it's an economic coercion because clean clothes aren't something you can budget or cut down on, you basically have your clientele by the balls.
on the other hand I'm rapidly approaching a grinding surface in terms of either entering into one of these exploitative processes as a means-of-production owner, which would be accomplished purely through debt on my part, or having to withdraw to permanent poverty, and the third option is winning the lottery either literally or figuratively through an unforeseen inheritance, sudden recovery from illness, or getting popular on social media in a way that produces profit
I think the anarcho syndicalists are broadly correct in that small organization is the correct move, eg, I'm about to lead test my apartment water supply and do some other moves that I expect to use to lower my rent, but the bigger project would be to contact the other tenants and see if they'd be interested in essential a "hostile" acquisition of the building based on having it fail a bunch of inspections, which I absolutely think is possible.
I could see using a small syndicate of partners/friends to collectively purchase the laundromat as a co-op. but would the profit splitting make it not worthwhile? maybe we would recoup from not having to hire any employees and just taking the shifts ourselves. this is the classic American immigrant model and it's a classic for a reason. I would really hate trying to do all that horizontal organizing though (huge cost for me personally)
idk how any of those stuff works. my parents are from the managerial-intellegentsia officer class and are stupid about money from a weird combination of having too much of it and too little. the overeducated poor. food insecure people who get all the jokes on Frasier. extraordinarily weird class position, it's sort of like being in the circus or being a pickpocket. you can fool people into thinking you're wealthy when you aren't, which is why I'm so insane on here about grammar and spelling, because you don't know until you're actually on the other side of it how much your level of education affects your material existence, even if the education is DIY. I have been literally homeless for periods of time and have almost always been poor, and the amount of "skating by" you can do on good grammar and nice table manners is like a big secret no one tells you anymore because the boomers pretended they got rid of all that jive during the summer of love. people have gotten REALLY mad at me on here about this topic I think because they think I'm enforcing these cultural standards every time I try to teach people about them. I'm trying to warn you!!
think of it this way: how long is someone willing to let you stay in their coffee shop or diner or house if you're "acting poor", vs how long if you're charming and helpful and conscientious? if you're loud and using "low class" dialect vs if someone has at some point taught you to act fancy? this is extremely racialized obviously. I can't speak on that.
the communist coin op laundry could have a shuttle service and group wash nights where people can combine laundry to use the big washers and dryers for larger loads at lower total cost if they were willing to sort out their clothes at the end 😔
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twice-inamillion · 1 year
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Eating out with Momo
Smut (Blowjob, rough sex, creampie, anal) special viewer
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Chapter 179 (TIS)
It's been one day after the last Tokyo concert and all the members are resting. Having a good week to relax, you all decide to stay in the Tokyo prefecture and rent out a large house.
Currently, the members are paired up and given some time to explore the city. "I think we are going to stay home with the kids. We just want to relax and spend some time inside," said Jihyo. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Mina and Dahyun will stay inside, but you should go out too if you want. I know that Momo wants to go on a food run to multiple Japanese restaurants, you should join her." "Okay, I'll talk to Momo then."
You visit Momo's room and knock on the door, "come in." You open the door and see Momo lying on the bed as she scrolls through her phone. "Hey, Jihyo said that you want to go on a food run, can I tag along?"
Momo turns around quickly and yells, "Yes, let's go. I want to try multiple places but nobody else wants to join me."
"I'll go with you. Where did you have in mind?" Momo gets up and pulls out her notebook from her bag. "Come here and take a look. I wrote down some restaurants I want to visit. These right here in red are a must. The ones in blue will be okay if we have time."
After planning where you both were going to go and how to get there, you gather your belongings and head out. Both you and Momo put on a cap to help blend in with the crowd. Walking down the street, you make your way to the train station, scan your tickets and wait for the train to arrive.
"It's going to be so much fun, thank you for coming with me," says Momo.
"Thanks for letting me tag along."
You and Momo walk down the street for about ten minutes to the train station. Scanning your train pass you both wait for the train to arrive. Momo takes out her phone and shows you the list of shops that she plans on visiting. "Look, we are going to these places. They are walking distance from each other, so it will be easier."
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"Sounds like you have everything planned out." Momo laughs from the compliment and punches your arm. "When it's about food you know that I get serious." She's right she is a good eater and is the one that enjoys your food the most out of the members. "You're right, I'm the same way; like you normally say, "if you work hard, you can eat delicious food." Momo covers her face full of embarrassment.
The first place on her list is a well-known Udon shop that's a bit away from the rest and made sense to cross it off the list.
"It looks so small. Are you sure this is the right place" you ask. "Yes, it might be a small shop but the food here is really good. You both walk towards the entrance and select the different type of options on the machine. You get your ticket and present it to the worker. It takes to little time as you are given your food within a couple of minutes.
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Momo pulls out her phone and begins to take pictures of her food. You watch the smile on her face and offer to take a picture of her as she takes the first bit. "Let me take a photo of you eating the food. I think it would make it more special."
She takes a bite and gives you a large smile, letting you all know that the food is delicious. After some more pictures, you follow Momo's lead and eat the udon, finishing the bowl at a fast pace.
"See… I told you it was good. Let's finish up here and head to the other places."
Again the both of your work your way back to the train station and reflect on some of the experiences of the concert until the train arrives.
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Arriving at your second stop, you visit Ekibenya Matsuri, a famous location that sells bento boxes. The place has a numerous amount of bento boxes on display, anywhere from fruits, salads, and boxes with meat. Momo acts like someone in a candy store, wondering around, taking a careful look with what she wanted to get. You automatically head towards the breaded deep-fried pork bento. Momo on the other hand, selects an eel-style bento box and a cold drink for the both of you.
Momo sand, you find a nice bench at the local park and open both your drinks and boxes. The amount of stream that comes out of the boxes ensures that what you are eating is hot and fresh. Just like before Momo pulls out her phone and asks, "can we take a selfie? I want to get the both of us together." You agree and she hold up her phone as you hold your bento in your hand. The two of you enjoy your box and even share a couple of bites of each other's food.
After finishing the meal and having your fill Momo and you go around the area and do some sightseeing and shopping before going to another restaurant.
After a couple of hours, you both head to the next location, Shinjuku Isetan Food Floor. It's a well-known shopping center that is filled with a variety of foods. Momo's goal is both some fruits and snacks.
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Again you try to keep Momo insight as she wonders around looking at the food through the glass case and asking for samples. After thirty minutes of window shopping, she decides to place a large order of fruits and snacks to be delivered to where all of you are staying. She also gets a couple of snacks for the trip back home.
"Okay, we can go, it is desert tasting now."
Momo pulls out her phone once more and shows you a map of desert locations that are within a few blocks away from each other. You exit the shopping center and head to to the next stop.
After visiting a handful of desert shops you notice that the sky is entirely grey, with a slight breeze and heavy dark clouds.
"It wasn't like this when we went inside," says Momo.
"It looks like it's going to rain. Let's start walking towards the train station. We should make it in about 10-15 minutes."
You both walk towards the station, taking alleyways to cut how long it would take you to get there.
Suddenly you hear the sound of rain coming from afar as it begins to pour. "Let's find some cover." You both need more time to cover as heavy rain wet the streets. Momo screams as she hears the thunder. She runs across the street, trying to get to cover. You chase after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the nearest building, "Momo, stop running. You're getting wetter like that, come with me instead."
You are both blinded by a bright neon light that says "Love Hotel" which catches you off guard. You look around and multiple medium signs that have the cost per hour for the stay. "Is this where you wanted to take me?" asks Momo. Words can't seem to get out of your mouth as you try to tell her that this wasn't on purpose.
"I didn't know the building was this kind of place, I just wanted to get out of the rain, and this was the nearest one. I'm sorry, let's go." You pull Momo's hand again, exiting the building and looking at the heavy rain under the small canopy.
"It's raining really hard, and it's windy too."
"What do you want to do? Want to book it and try to see if we find a shopping center?"
Momo pulls out her phone and looks at the weather app, "It seems like it's going to rain for a while. I don't want to get wet. Let's… just stay" as she looks away from you.
"Okay, let's go back inside before anyone sees us." You walk back inside and make your way toward the touchscreen located at the front. You look through the menu and see the multiple selections of rooms available and the amount of time for rent. Not knowing what to choose you ask Momo, "Where do you want to stay?" as you point at the screen.
Momo scrolls down and selects a room, and asks, "How much time should I select?"
"Uhhh… I'm not sure… maybe three hours?" Momo selects the three-hour option and asks you for your card. You swipe your card and a small slot opens with the access card for your room. You walk towards the elevator and make your way to the top floor.
The elevator door opens and you make a sharp right and left toward your room. You scan your access card against the door and a green light appears, granting you access to the room. Opening the door, you see how nice the room actually is, much different from what you imagined.
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"Wow… it looks so nice. I like it" says Momo as she takes a tour of the room.
You decided to make your way through the room since you paid for it and head towards the main part of the room. A large kind size open with a nice layout, large windows with a view of the city street, multiple TVs, and cabinets. You pull one of the cabinets and see a large number of condoms, lube, and other necessities to ensure a night of fun.
"Oppa, look…" as she pulls out a dildo with the wrapper still attached. She waves it around and says, "It's big, but not as big as yours." You choke up on her comment and tell her to put it away. She does but immediately grabs another toy from the cabinet.
"We are not here to mess around, just put it back. We don't know if they will charge us for this."
"Okay, but we already paid for the room. Let's watch something to kill the time." She grabs the tv remote and turns on the tv and sees a small girl getting double fucked by two men. She immediately gets embarrassed and turns it off. You try your best to hold in your laughter and say, "What kind of place do you think this is? Why did you expect the tv to have normal channels?, haha."
She takes a seat on the bed and pulls out her phone, "I'm going to take a shower and see if there is anything to dry my clothes. Want to take off your sweater?"
She nods and gives you her wet sweater. You walk towards the bathroom and see some hangers, a bathrobe, towels, and a dryer. You take off your clothes and get into the bathrobe and hang up your clothes. "Momo, take off your clothes and put this on. When you are done hang your clothes so we can dry them" as you give her the bathrobe. "I'm going to take a shower, okay? I'll leave the door open."
You hop into the shower and turn it on to its highest setting, enjoying the hot water. "I need to pee, oppa. Can I come in?"
"Yeah, come in."
You see her silhouette as she makes her way inside the bathroom. A small silence and then the noise of her stream hitting the toilet bowl. "Does the water feel good?"
"Yes, it feels nice after being drenched, why?"
"Just asking… I'm a bit cold."
You rub the side of your head, "you want to join?"
There is a small silence, "Yeah… please."
"Alight, come in."
You open the sliding door and see Momo drop her and toss her bathrobe towards the clothes bin. She slowly makes her way inside the shower and gets behind you. "It does feel nice, it's nice and hot." You pass her the bar of soap and she begins to lather up. It doesn't take long until she's covered with bubbles. "Look, I'm bubble girl" making a bubble with her two fingers. "Come on, Momo. Finish up so we can dry our clothes."
"Okay…" making a sad face.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I didn't expect to be in this kind of situation."
"It's okay. I'm sorry I ran away, I didn't mean it either, I just got scared."
"It's okay" as you pat her head. She giggles and presses her breast against your arm.
"Momo, they're touching me."
"Yeah, I know" giving you a small smile. "Want to have a bit of fun?"
"What do you mean?"
"You… know. It's a love hotel. People have sex in here" pressing her chest closer to you.
"So… yeah? We have over two hours, we can do a lot in that time."
You tell yourself internally that she's right, you do have some time to kill, and having some fun with her doesn't seem like a bad idea.
"Okay, let's have a bit of fun." She gives you a smirk and you pull her in for a kiss. Momo gets on her tippy toes as you pull her in closer, exploring her mouth. After a while, you pull back and see Momo's lustful eyes.
She bites her lip and grabs hold of your cock. With a tight grip, she squats down and gives your cock a nice lick. "Let's have a bit of fun" kissing the tip of your cock. You watch as Momo licks the side of your shaft, and balls eventually take in your whole length. Momo, a natural good eater, doesn't struggle to take the whole length into her mouth. You slowly grab the back of her head, ensuring that your cock reaches the back of her throat.
She bobs her head continuously, getting every inch of you and at times she'll keep you in for a good while. Your favorite part is when you hear her gag on your cock as she tries to hold onto your cock. "Fuck Momo… you're getting good at taking in a cock down your throat."
Pulling herself out she replies, "Face fuck me" with an obvious smirk.
"You're a bad girl, Momo but I'll take you on that offer" smiling back.
You then grab her lower jaw with your left hand, making an "O" shape with her mouth and tilting her head up, facing you. With your cock on your right hand, you smack her face a little with your cock, leaving a trace of precum.
You align your cock to the entrance of her hole, pressing against the top of her mouth, feeling as her teeth and tongue rub against your shaft. Momo looks at you with such a lustful face, making you want to shove your whole length at once.
You are met with a slight resistance as her throat grabs hold of your cock. With her face on your base, you hold the back of her head. You watch as she tries to catch her breath and keep calm but as time passes her eyes begin to tear up. She begins to gag to your length, her throat constricting your member as she tries to push you away. Instead, you pull her head closer, cock throbbing, making her panic. From lustful eyes to those of panic as she begins to choke on your cock. Her eyes show submission as she begs for you to release her.
Wanting to give her a slight break you let go of her head and slowly pull out your cock. Momo coughs from your cock being so far in. She is only able to take two deep breaths as you grab her head once more with both hands. You pull her in and being to thrust your cock inside her mouth. You hold her head still as you face fuck her, using her as a living doll that's meant for sex.
You don't know how much time has passed as you are enjoying your time fucking her face. The amount of drool running down her face covers your whole cock and even runs down your thigh. Every once in a while you have to pull out, ensuring that Momo gets a breath or two in. "Are you enjoying my cock ruining your little mouth?" Momo nods with a smile even though she's semi-conscious. You're at the point where you can come at any moment so you warn her, "I'm going to pull out for a couple of seconds okay? Make sure you get a breath because I'm going to cum down your throat." She nods and you pull out, "1,2,3,4,5" and in one push she takes you in once more. She can feel your cock throbbing and gets ready to take your load. She closes her eyes as she prepares herself, but you want her to look at you instead. "Open your eyes and look at me." She does as she's told and looks into your eyes. "I'm going to cum, so make sure you swallow everything" and with that, you release a large wave of cum. It floods Momo's mouth as she tries to manage both your cock and swallowing your seed. You feel her throat milking you as it loosens and constricts, but then you feel a tightening of her throat. Cum begins to accumulate, causing her mouth to puff up, and enlarging her cheeks.
She's struggling and seems like she can't handle the amount of cum your pouring. "Momo, you can do it, you're doing a good job. Just a bit more and you'll be done" as you caress her face. With visual tears and red eyes, she musters up the energy to open up her throat. Cum gushes as it makes its when to her esophagus and eventually her tummy, "that's it, just a bit more." You slowly pull out until your cock is out of her mouth and Momo breathes heavily as she is finally able to breathe normally. She shows you her mouth, proving that she swallowed every drop.
"You did a good job, I'm proud of you" with a smile.
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"You did a number on me, I thought I was going to die" she jokes around.
"But you did well, I'm really proud of you."
"Really? Was I good?"
"Yes, you're a pro at it. For sure one of the best out of the group." She blushes at the compliment and says, "Haha, I'm going to tease Chaeyoung that you said I'm the best. She's going to be jealous when she hears it."
"Let me know how she reacts, okay."
"Yes, I'll tell you. Chaeyoung is always talking about how good your cum tastes like and how rough you use her."
"Ohh really, she talks to you about it."
"Haha yeah, she tells Sana and I about it. Which is why I wanted to get a taste myself. I wouldn't expect that your cum tastes bitter in the beginning but sweet as you get used to it."
"Hmmm… I wouldn't expect it to be sweet."
"I can't describe the taste, but it tastes good, like something you can get addicted to. It's a reward for having sex."
"Hahah, that's a new one. I didn't know my cum would be a reward."
"Well… it's a reward for us. We like it… so… how about we keep it going" elbowing your side.
"You think you can handle it?"
"I'll try my best. I mean if I end up passing out… you can still fuck me if you want."
"You know how to make a man hard, huh" giving her a smirk. She smiles, bites her lip, and spreads her legs open, showing off her goods.
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You stand up and grab her from her sides, picking her up high in the air. Getting caught off guard by your actions, she yells as you toss her on the bed. "Don't scare me like that's oppa." You laugh and make your way toward the middle of the bed. You spread her legs open, exposing her bare cunt. "I'm going to enjoy this meal" as you hover on top of her cunt. With your face as close, you go for a small kiss, which causes Momo to moan. Wanting to hear her moan even more you have a make-out session with her pussy. You trace your lips against hers, causing her to tremble. With your fingers you spread her pussy lips apart, revealing her pinkish flesh. With your tongue, you explore her insides for a good amount of time as Momo plays with her tits. She rubs the buds her of tits as you eat her out to the best of your abilities.
"Oppa, like that. Don't stop… you're so good at this. No wonder the members can't wait to have sex with you. You know how to treat a girl."
You enjoy hearing the compliment on how good you are, which makes try harder. Your goal now is to make Momo cum so you pick up the pace. You work your magic as Momo wraps her legs around your head, ensuring that you don't go anywhere. "Oppa, I'm going to cum” as she begins to shake.
You have her where you want her and you only need one last move before she orgasms. Moving your focus from her insides, you suck on her clit, twisting it with your lips. Momo tightens her grip on her thighs and in one motion, you slightly bite her nub. "Fuck… I'm coming," is the last thing you hear as Momo shakes violently. Cum gushes out and hits your face. You manage to stick your fingers and start to finger her rapidly. You watch as her first orgasm ends and the second one immediately begins as you thrust your fingers in and out of her. She shakes so much that her toes curl up and her back arches up. "Fuck… don't stop. I will want to cum more. You shove your fingers deeper and reach her G spot and give it a few good rubs. A stream of liquid gushes out of her as she passes out from the excitement.
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"I can't believe she actually passed out from that" you watch her lay motionless on the bed. You look back to do at your member and it's still hard, "she did say I can use her as I please" looking at her amazing body.
"Let's have some fun" grabbing her legs and spreading them wide open. You position yourself in front of her and pull her closer to you. Grabbing your cock you smack it against her pelvis, leaving a bit of pre cum behind. You rub your cock in between her lip, getting a preview of what's to come.
Being 80 percent hard, you align your cock at her entrance, waiting for the right moment to penetrate her. You slowly insert the tip of your cock, spreading her lips wider and wider. Grabbing her hips, you bring her closer, making you insert yourself even more. You are met with a slight resistance as her walls are trying to keep you from reaching her womb.
"Fuck… it feels nice" as her walls begin to squeeze your cock. Feeling the tightness of her walls sends shivers down your spine and makes you get harder. You watch as your cock grows to its maximum size, stretching lip lips even more.
Wanting to fuck her already you grab her legs and place them on your shoulder. You place your weight on her body and begin to thrust.
With every thrust you see her tits and tummy jiggle, making you want to fuck her harder.
After a while, she begins to wake up and is a surprise to see you on top of her. "Oppa, you horny boy. You're actually fucking me while I'm unconscious huh."
"You said I could, plus you're like a living fuck doll for my personal you" as you give her a smirk. She bites her lip and says, "Then fuck me like until you break me."
Hearing that makes you change up your pace. "Don't regret it later, okay?"
"I won't."
You grab her legs once more and place her in a seashell position, legs behind her back and better ability to reach her womb.
She's surprised with the position you're putting her in as she's never had her legs that far back. You give her no time to adjust as you begin to thrust inside her violently. Momo switches from grunting to moaning as her insides are getting used as a plaything. She tries to get your attention and call for you, but her mumbling is incomprehensible as her mind is overwhelmed by pleasure.
"Your body is perfect Momo, you have nice tits, a toned stomach, great hips to hold on to, thighs thick thighs, nice legs, and an attractive face that I can fuck." She smiles at your compliments but you don't think she's completely there as you see her face completely red and her eyes rolling back.
With every thrust, your balls start to feel hot and heavy. You're reaching your peak and are moments from cumming. "I'm going to pull out, I'm going to cum." You pull out your cock, leaving only the tip.
Momo then regains her sanity and says, "d… don't… cum outside" as she wraps her arms around your neck.
"Dump your cum inside of me. You're free to use my womb however you want."
No more words are needed as you grab her hips and pull her back. In one move your impale yourself back inside, hitting the deepest parts. Her walls feel your throbbing cock and does it best to milk it.
You can feel your tightness which causes you to go over the edge. "You want it so bad so here, make sure you take all of it" as you release a tsunami of cum. Momo's eyes become wide open when her womb starts to fill up and presses her hand on her tummy, "you're filled me up. You can see your cock throbbing inside my tummy.
When you are finally done you see Momo's tummy expanded as she's was pregnant. You pull out your cock and a stream of cum comes oozing out of her. She presses on her tummy, causing it to expel even more.
"Want me to get you something to drink?" as you get off the bed. "Some juice if the have any."
"Okay." You walk towards the mini fridge and grab a bottle of orange juice. "Thanks, for the juice."
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As you use the restroom Momo looks at her phone and sees a couple of messages from Jeongyeon. Momo replies back and immediately gets a video call from her.
*Ring Ring!
"Momo where are you? Why didn't you respond to my texts?" asks Jeongyeon.
"I was trying to get out of the rain so I didn't look at my phone until now. Why what's going on?"
"Well most of us are back home and wanted to know what time you plan on coming back."
"It might take me a while, I'm kind of busy right now" says Momo who is trying to act as normal as possible.
"What are you doing?"
"I had to stop somewhere because I got kind of wet but once it clears out I'll take the train back.
Jeongyeon can read most of the members and can tell that Momo is not telling her the whole story.
You come out of the bathroom and see Momo laying on the bed on the phone with Jeongyeon. You try to be as quiet as possible and make your way to grab your phone.
"Momo are you sure you're okay?" asks Jeongyeon.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Wanting tease them both you come up with an idea. Seeing that Momo ass is facing up you slowly make your way back onto the bed. Little by little you make your way back and grab onto Momo's hips. You pull her towards you and put her in a downward doggy position. With her ass sticking up you can see how amazing it true is. You give it a couple of soft snacks and watch her ass cheeks ripple. You then spread her cheeks and quietly align yourself to her puckerhole.
"Don't… not now…" whispers Momo as she turns her head quickly before going back to Jeongyeon. "Telling me no is making me want to do it more" you say to yourself internally.
Your cock right at Momo's entrance you slowly push yourself inside of her, spreading her hole wide open.
Momo moans as she feels her asshole getting penetrated but tries to keep calm with Jeongyeon still on the phone. Seeing her reaction you decide to pick things up a bit more and shove your cock inside of her in one go.
Momo loses her composure and balance from the sudden pain and pleasure she felt from getting impaled.
"Momo are you sure you're okay? You seem a bit flushed."
“Y…yes… I… I'm okay. I… it's just my stomach. Maybe I ate too much."
Hearing Momo playing it off to Jeongyeon makes you want to tease her more so you grab her hips once more, pull your cock out, leaving just the tip and begin to thrust.
Momo grunts as she's getting overwhelmed by the sudden thrust, "Momo tell me what's going on. Why are you acting like that. Who's with you."
"It's fine unnie, I just hit my toe so it hurts right now."
You're lying… you're with someone. Who is it?"
You increase the pace of your thrusting, making Momo tighten her ass and hold onto the bed sheet with her left hand while holding onto the phone with her right. As time continues she begins to lose balance, making her knees and hands weak.
Jeongyeon trying to figure out what's going on turns the video call to full volume. She can start hearing Momo's moaning and grunt. The camera quality also begins to decrease as Momo's background slightly shakes. "Where are you? Why is the camera shaking. I'm getting upset with you."
"Let's spicy things up a bit more" you say to yourself." You raise your hand above Momo ass and give it a nice hard slap.
Momo yells from the sudden smack and drops her phone by the pillow. You can hear Jeongyeon yell out and ask if Momo is okay but is surprised to see the sudden view.
Jeongyeon can now clearly see Momo's nude body especially her breast that are bouncing. "Momo why are you nude? Are you in a hotel with someone? Are you having sex?"
Momo gives no response as she's entertained with you cock. Knowing that Momo is not going to respond back she tries to figure out the person fucking her. She has a gust feeling as to who she is with but doesn't want to accept it.
With every thrust and smack you give her ass the more cum that drips out of her cunt. Jeongyeon can see how much fun Momo is having as her face and moaning gives it away. She watch as a clear liquid drips down Momo's thighs.
Hearing Momo's moaning and her face full of ecstasy is making Jeongyeon feel hot. She lays on the bed she was previously sitting at and begins to rub her cunt with her clothes still on.
You push Momo's upper body down to the bed, revealing your face to the camera. Jeongyeon is surprised to see your face full of anger as you fuck Momo. You notice the phone on the pillow and catch a glimpse of Jeongyeon on the screen. She immediately hides her face as it only leaves an empty background.
You know that she's still there as she hasn't hung up so you pull your member out of Momo's ass and ram it inside with your full strength. Momo yells from the pain of getting her insides rearranged. You slap her ass cheeks multiple times until they turn completely red.
On the other side of the phone, Jeongyeon can clearly see the animalistic sex that's occurring in front of her. Her member and friend is getting completely dominate by Jihyo's fiancé. Every time she sees you thrust inside of Momo the wetter she begins. She can't seem to understand why watching her members getting fucked makes her get wet. "I can't believe they are having sex. Why how rough he's being with her."
It's isn't until she sees Momo's face of pleasure and cry of pain that she realizes that Momo is enjoying it. She hear Momo beg for more, for you to cum inside of her and destroy her insides.
Jeongyeon with her fingers rubbing her folds decides to slide a finger inside her cunt. Jeongyeon tries to sync with you both as she watches you thrust yourself into Momo. Minutes pass and she is breathing heavily, sweat running down her neck as she is imaging being there.
You see Jeongyeon's head poke out every so often, giving you the idea that she's enjoying herself on the other side as well. Wanting to give her a full show you grab Momo's phone and flip the camera, showing a perfect view of your cock inside of Momo's puckerhole. You give a couple of thrusts before saying, "Momo, I'm going to cum inside your ass" making sure that Jeongyeon heard.
"Yes, please… cum inside this tight ass of mine" as Momo begs. You pull out half way and flood Momo's insides with a large load of cum..
Jeongyeon hearing you announce your orgasm, she increases the pace, making her reach her peak. She sees your cock pull out halfway, a large thick cock full of veins penetrating her member's hole.
"Fuck… I'm cumming…" as Jeongyeon releases her orgasm.
You see Jeongyeon unintentionally tilts her phone a bit, revealing her flushed face, and hear her heavy breathing. You know she enjoyed the show, and want to give her one more gift before you end the session.
You make sure that you get a closer view of Momo's butt as you pull your cock out. With every inch, you pull out more and more cum starts dripping on the sheets until the tip is the last thing at remains. Pulling out your tip seems to be the hardest part as her insides don't want to let go. It tries its best to keep a tight grip on you until you hear a popping sound when it finally let's go.
The view of the camera is Momo's gaping hole that longs for your hard cock. Once it realizes that it's no longer there it oozes out your cum, running down her cunt, down to her thighs. You rub the tip of your cock against her folds and her pucker hole, then hear a clicking noise coming from the phone.
"Did she just take a screenshot?" you ask yourself. You take this as a compliment and hold your cock on your hand with a thick coat of cum on love nectar, giving her a better view of your member. *Click… click. You hear the noise again.
"That was amazing… I loved it," as Momo turned around on her back. She grabs the phone and switches the view to get a video of you. She grabs your cock, wrapping her hand around it and giving it a nice squeeze. "Unnie, his cock is so big… I can barely wrap my hand around it." She lowers the view down and shows off a large amount of cum oozing out of her before telling her, "I hope you enjoy the little show. Maybe you can watch us in person next," as she bites her lip.
Jeongyeon immediately hangs out and smacks the phone on the bed. She's frustrated with herself that she stayed and watched those two fuck. She can't believe she even got an orgasm out of it. She looks down, placing her hand back down her shorts, and is still hot. Thinking of what just occurred, she gets her phone once more and goes to her recent phones. She stares at the pictures of your cock as she masturbates again.
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lou-struck · 8 months
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The Perfect One
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Shinsuke Kita x reader
~You visit Kita at his Farmers Market booth and realize that he has closed up early to run an important errand.
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The market hasn’t even been open for thirty minutes, but already the streets are packed full of cars; your eyes scan the packed street, searching for even the tightest parking spot.
Today you plan to surprise your boyfriend at his farmer’s market stand, give him some much-needed quality time, and take him out for a lunch date after he closes up shop, Which, according to your calculations, should be selling out in an hour or so…
Shinsuke Kita’s Rice stand is one of the most popular booths due to the high quality of his product and the fact that most vendors and patrons have fallen head over heels for the handsome rice farmer.
And how could they not?
Shinsuke’s honest charm and hardworking demeanor are enough to make anyone fall in love with him. But out of everyone, he chooses to be with you because he loves you just as much as you love him.
And this silly feeling called love is what compelled you to wake up early on a Saturday morning fueled with nothing but the promise of a large cup of coffee and some freshly baked scones with raspberry jelly once you find him.
Your car creeps through the street at a snail’s pace as you spot a light blue truck pulling out from a parking spot on the corner. As you approach, you notice that it looks like a tight fit, but you squeeze into it the best you can. Pulling forward, you hear the overly dramatic sound of your front bumper hitting the curb, but as you reverse slightly and put the car in the park, you shake it off, slipping out of the driver’s seat and onto the pavement. 
Rays of sun hit your skin through the layer of cloudy overcast as you walk, making the short trip to the center of the market rather pleasant as you pass people carrying baskets overflowing with fresh produce, baked goods, handcrafted soaps, and other goods.
Stands to sparkle with racks of handmade jewelry and blown glass trinkets that vie for your attention as you walk; if you haven’t been here before, you would’ve lost yourself amongst the crowd, but luckily, you know your way around fairly well by now.
As you get closer to your boyfriend’s usual spot, a few produce vendors you recognize from the weeks before. Despite the many customers at their stalls, they still give you a friendly wave as you walk; off in the distance, you see the edge of the hand-painted sign outside of Shinsuke’s booth, the sign the two of your painted together months ago. 
Memories of that wine-stained night bring a giddy smile to your chapstick lips as you quicken your pace, springing over a spilled cone of shaved ice that someone must’ve just dropped. 
You creep slowly around the corner, ready to scare. Instead of his soft smile and strong form, behind the register rests a generic sign.
Be back in 30 minutes…
That’s strange; even with his cashbox secured, Kita would never just leave his booth unattended for such a long time. You can’t help but wonder where he has gone.
Is he not feeling well?
Is he in the bathroom?
Whatever the answer may be, you choose to go sit at his stall to watch it until he gets back. You would hate for someone to try and steal things from him.
The next stand over, a friendly older woman peeks out from behind a massive pile of unshucked corn on the cob and gives you the warmest smile you have received all week. She is a longtime friend of Kita’s grandmother and almost always slips you one of her homemade apple tarts. Her floppy sun hat protects her lovingly aged skin from the harsh rays of the overcast sky. 
“Oh, hello, My Dear,” she calls in her soft voice. “What brings you to the market so early?” 
“Good morning,” you smile, watching fondly as her little leopard-printed cane carries her closer to you. I came to surprise Shinsuke, but it seems he went off somewhere.”
“Oh, don’t worry about him, Dear; he’ll be right back.” she laughs. There is a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she looks at you. “But I told that sweet boy I would watch his stall.”
“An errand?” you ask. “Is he feeling alright? It is so unlike him to just leave the stall”.
She just smiles knowingly. “He is just fine dear, but if you would like to check on him, head to the stalls near the main street while I hold down the fort.”
“Oh, thank you so much,” you smile. “I’ll head over there now.” With a final wave, you turn the corner and leave the stall in her capable hands.
It’s only a quick walk to the main street, but the cluster of booths is different from the usual produce stalls you are familiar with. It only takes a little sniff of the fresh air to figure out that Main Street is where all the flower vendors set up shop to sell their wonderfully constructed bouquets of flowers. Sunflowers, lilts, Peonies, and Daisies galore in every color you can think of rest in large buckets of water reaching upwards toward the light.
You wander past each stall, enchanted by the sweet smells and vibrant petals, until you hear a familiar voice speaking to one of the vendors.
“Thank you for taking the time to help me out with this. All of these are breathtaking, but I want to find the right one.” Your boyfriend says, aching down and smelling a large pink Lilly.
“Is there a particular combination you are looking for?” the vendor says, a light pink blush on their cheeks, no doubt having fallen victim to his natural charm.
“Not a combination in general; I just want a Bouquet that looks like them.” he hums, placing his hand under his chin in thought.
The vendor turns their head to the side. “How so?”
“The peonies with the iris are so fun and vibrant, just like Y/n, but then the Tulips with eucalyptus, baby’s breath, and Callalilles look so elegant and beautiful it makes me wonder if they could see themselves in those as well.”
“Young man, if everyone put as much thought into a bouquet of flowers as you did, the would be a much better place,” they say honestly. “I am sure whatever one you choose, your partner will love, especially with you being such a romantic.”
“I don’t know if I would consider myself a romantic; I just want y/n to have a nice bouquet of flowers today,” he says simply. Even though he has his back to you, you see the way the back of his neck flushes at the vendor’s words. 
Is he really putting all this thought into a bouquet for you? 
A part of you feels guilty for eavesdropping on him, but really, your heart is fluttering out of control at such a romantic gesture. You turn your back and dart quickly behind a tent that shields you from his view. 
Just as you think you are in the clear, you hear a pleasant voice call out from behind out. “It looks like you caught me.” Your breath hitches; Kita has always been too good at picking up those little details, especially when it comes to you.
“I-i’m sorry,’ you stammer, turning around to face him, “I just wanted to surprise you, and I ended up ruining yours.”
His coffee-colored gaze softens as he takes in every inch of your flustered features as if they were a work of art. “You didn’t ruin anything, quite the opposite, actually.”
You blink as you take in his words; how exactly is you ruining his floral surprise a good thing?
“How so?”
He chuckles to himself, “Because now we can pick out the flowers together.” He says it so simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your knees feel weak as he continues, “I want to know what you like so that I can surprise you in the future. You deserve a life full of happy surprises.”
Boom, there goes your heart, and blood rushes to your cheeks so quickly that your hands fly to cover your face from the world.
“Flustered, are we?” he laughs softly, removing your hands from your face and tilting up your chin with the utmost care. 
Playfully you stick your tongue out at him with an endearing boldness, “Sometimes I think you’re too good at this. Is there someone else you practice on?”
He rolls his eyes as a characteristic snort escapes his lips. “Only you, My Love. Do I need to prove it to you?”
“Absolutely,” you tease, letting your gaze fall from his sparkling eyes and onto his soft lips. They curve upward knowingly before they meet yours in a tender kiss. He holds you gently as if you are one of the many flowers in the surrounding booths. 
You’re breathless, but you want more; Kita’s touch, combined with the sweet floral fragrance, is dizzying and makes you forget about the hundreds of people passing by on the other side of the tented wall. 
He pulls away with a tenderness that makes you feel like you are falling in love over and over again. The sweetest look in his eyes as he guides you back towards the flower stalls and the rows and rows of bouquets, so that the two of you can pick out the perfect one together.
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kaulitzhotel · 9 months
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synopsis: You are giving the band a tour around the city in L.A your hometown. Something is wrong with Bill as you guys explore. You take them back home and talk to Bill in private. (2007)
Content: Fluff.
Notes: I know I do head canons on this page but I couldn’t help it. This short story is on my Wattpad account if you guys are interested. It’s one of my favorites I wrote so I hope some of you enjoy it!
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Hold onto me
Bill was coming to my house for the first time before Tokio Hotel has to perform. I never thought to invite him since he was busy in Germany and this is only their second to third visit to America.
He seemed to enjoy Los Angeles and fell in love with it. I took the band everywhere to try new foods and sightseeing. We walked along a street of stores and Tom was running down the sidewalk with me as we hid from behind a bush to scare Georg. Gustav laughed when he saw Georg's reaction. But Bill stood to the side just looking around.
"Hey, you okay?" I ask him putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm just taking everything in. But I want to see more." He looked at me and smiled.
I could tell he was feeling a bit overwhelmed but I let it be for now. I was walking behind Tom as we continued out to look at the stores. But I tripped on his pants from behind.
"Oops..."
"Don't even." Tom glared. I just laughed.
Bill was behind us as we laughed at Tom. I turn around and he was slowing down. I go up to him and hold his hand. He gave me another smile and squeezed my hand.
We went into a shop to look at some clothes that seemed to be the style that Bill liked or stuff he can make himself. He searched through them with a happy face. It was a good idea to distract him. I didn't know what was wrong with him but ill figure it out once we go to my house.
I heard a ringing from my phone all of a sudden.
"Hello?" I answered.
"It's Mom Y/N, are you guys almost home?"
"Yeah, I'm just showing them what's in the city."
"Okay, be careful you know it's not safe..." She paused.
"Yes Mom, I know." I look outside to see the sun going down. I bite on my lower lip.
"Love you, I can't wait to meet them." She broke the silence.
"Love you too." I hang up.
I look over to the boys as they were admiring the records hanging on the walls and shiny sparkly belts. Bill looked at me and pointed at a unique pair of pants. It almost seemed to shine in the light with a little glitter.
"I think that will look great on you!" I clap my hands.
"It certainly does, maybe I can add some things to it for our performance," Bill said.
I nodded and looked outside the door. I felt some type of anxiety run through me as I saw more people coming to the parking lot at this time of night. Thanks a lot, Mom.
"Let's get going guys I'm pretty sure my mom has made dinner and is waiting for us," I suggest.
They all look at me and I bite my nails which I never do. Bill comes up to me and slaps my hand down.
"Don't do that. That's germs." He laughed.
"Sorry!"
We paid for Bill's pants and head out to the van we were driving. It was pretty small but a good travel van. Since we couldn't have the bus in public. That would just cause people to be curious. I was driving in the streets and they looked outside to see what was going on. Los Angeles is beautiful with lights and many wonders. Maybe I saw the flaws. I looked at a little group when there was a stoplight of people selling what seemed to be drugs. On the other side, I saw a guy with something in his pocket. It'd be better to not make eye contact. The guys were distracted by the big buildings and distractions from what was there. Bill noticed what I was looking at.
"Why do you notice those things?" He whispered.
"It's just how I was raised here to be watchful of your surroundings," I say quietly.
"Look at me Y/N."
I look at him and he lightly touches my cheek.
"Look at the building right there." He moved his eyes away from me. I look to see where he was looking at and it was huge. Maybe a theater with blinking lights and how it was colorful. It made me get stuck on how lovely it was.
"Notice what's good to look around." Bill got closer to my ear feeling his breath tickle me.
I look back to the front road and continue driving when the light turned green. Bill set his hand on my thigh while humming. The guys behind us were just making fake snoring sounds of how bored they were.  As we made it into my neighborhood they were looking at the houses. They weren't big but not tiny at the same time. It was a good home for a small family. I parked in the driveway and we got out. I knock on the door.
The door opened slowly and my mom was there.
"Hello! I've heard so much about you guys. Please come on in. It's cold and not safe outside." My mom waves her hands in singling for them to come in. My Mom was always paranoid about what could happen but nothing happened.
"Where is Dad?" I question.
"At work, he will be home soon." She said.
We sit at the dinner table and said our thanks. Bill was picking at his food.
"You don't like it?" I spoke for only him to hear.
"I do, just not feeling it."
"C'mon eat! We will talk after dinner."
Bill agreed and started eating. The boys were chowing down after a long day. And my mom started conversations and all of us talked for what seemed to be hours. When everyone finished Tom helped my mom with the dishes and Georg and Gustav were cleaning off the table. Bill was sipping on some juice watching them.
When we finished that I showed them where they were going to be sleeping in the guest room. Bill was going to stay in my room. When I put them to sleep because they asked me to tuck them in.
"You guys are a handful." I roll my eyes.
"How about a kiss on the head before bed?" Tom smirked.
"How about a slap in the head?" Bill recommended and gave a whack to his head.
We all laughed at it. Georg and Gustav just lay there chuckling at Tom. They say goodnight to me and Bill and we closed the door. Bill walked with me to my room.
"Oh, this is cute." He looked at the posters of him on my wall.
"Very cute..." As he looked at the stuffed animals covering my bed.
"Sorry, I haven't been in this room for a while since I bought my apartment." I shyly say.
Bill laid down on my bed curling up a bit since he was so long. His legs were going over the bed. I giggle at him.
"I'll be right back."
He nods and I leave the room to change my clothes.
When I come back I see Bill laying on the floor. "What are you doing silly?" He looked up to the roof of the room and shrugged his shoulders. I lay right next to him and hold his hand.
"What's been up with you today?" I raise a question.
"I guess I'm just used to Germany but I love it here. I feel like this can be my home. And seeing you especially is so nice. I want to live here. But I'm just nervous about the performance coming up. And then when you were noticing those things I don't want you to feel uncomfortable not sharing them with me." He confessed.
"Bill, don't worry about that. I'm going to be here by your side. You are going to do amazing. And I'm sorry if I made you feel like that. You know I just want you to enjoy the good things but sometimes every place has their bad. And this will be our home in the future."
Bill looked at me and gave me that beautiful smile. He scooted closer to me and kissed me on the lips. I run my fingers through his hair as we break the kiss. I sat up and held him in my arms while he wraps his arms around me. I kissed his cheek and then his forehead.
"Let's get on the bed Bill the floor is uncomfortable." I kissed him once more.
"Alright but just keep holding me for a bit." He pleaded and held me tighter.
"Okay, Billy."
We sat there for an extent of time and I held onto him playing with his hair as he relaxes finally.
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localplaguenurse · 11 months
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Considering how many of us wants to headpat the reader from Gold as The Gingko Trees, how do you think Morax would react to his wife having secret admirers and do you think it’ll affect his mood if the reader chooses to keep the flowers around
I uh. I got carried away with this but to answer the question: I think he would be a little competitive for his wife's attention if he were to find out they have admirers. He'd also know that his wife is more than likely unaware of said admirers. They would confuse flirting with kindness and it wouldn't be until they were given a bouquet or something obviously romantic that they're like "oh no."
As for his wife keeping flowers, chances are they probably took them because they felt too awkward about giving the flowers back than anything, so in that case I don't think it would bother Morax. He knows what his wife is like and trusts them.
Anyways, I got carried away under the cut so enjoy~
Shopping alone was never ideal to you, especially after that run in with the thieves. It is why you only entered the harbour to grab necessities and why you would only stay on the main streets. You're not taking another chance down an alley again, not without your husband nearby.
Your favourite spot to shop is near the docks, where merchants sell their wares from foreign lands. You're particularly fond of the spices that come in from Sumeru, and the ciders from Mondstadt. By this point, you're on friendly terms with the merchants from each stand.
The Mondstadt merchant already has apple cider set aside just for you, and when you open your bag to pay, he stops you. "This one's on me today." You're surprised, and a little unsure of the gesture. After all, these are imported goods, surely this man cannot give product away just like that? You do not push it, though, and simply thank the man for the bottle.
After this, you pay the stall a visit each time you enter the harbour. He gives you discounts on his wares, or he throws in something small on the house, usually an ornament of sorts. You keep them in your room on your windowsill with some of your things from the monastery. When Li Lei finally arrives, the two of you go shopping, and out of habit, you visit the merchant you can almost say is your new friend. He offers you his discounts, cracking a few jokes that actually make you laugh.
Li Lei speaks up as you two are walking home. "Little one, I think he likes you."
The preposterous idea makes your face burn. The merchant? Having a crush on you? Not only is it odd he would be crushing on you of all people - a stammering, anxious pushover - but that would be unprofessional, would it not? He is merely providing customer service to one of his regulars. Of course he would be kind to them.
It's naturally one of the first amusing stories you tell Morax after his return home. You awkwardly laugh as you recount the tale. He chuckles as well, but something about the way he smiles through your story is... odd. You cannot pinpoint what it is, but he is oddly invested, asking you to tell him more about this merchant. What does he give you discounts on? How often does he do it? Oh, he sometimes gives you free gifts with each purchase? Please, why don't you show them to your husband?
When you show him the little collection of trinkets you have acquired, he doesn't really know what to say. He knows the significance of some of these items, as told by that disgraced drunk of an Archon next door, but he doesn't know if he should explain the romanti connotations of some of these gifts. You clearly have not picked up on the merchant's intentions, as seen by your openness about the subject and your wholesome demeanor.
Morax accompanies you into town one day, and he is the first to suggest heading to the docks.
The merchant is already looking your way when you make your way over, saying something about checking out another stall first. He's only a short distance away, so it's of no concern.
The banter is the same as it is any other day, though you are unaware of the way Morax watches you. As he suspected; you are completely oblivious to the man's attempts at flirting as he adds more and more to your bag for a ridiculously cheap price. You simply laugh along, and you ask if it is really okay to give out so much product.
"Of course, a lovely young woman like you deserves all of the pleasantries she is offered."
You open your mouth to respond, and are stunned into silence when presented with a fresh bouquet of flowers.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh no.
Your face burns at the realization that this man is flirting with you, and looking back, you realize he's been doing that the whole time. Your stomach sinks when you recall that you husband is only a few stalls away, and when you realize you have to explain to this man that oh, no, you're not into him this way, you're married. All of those free samples, those discounts... You're horrified at the idea that this man has possibly lost money because you were too stupid to clue in on the fact HE HAS BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU THE WHOLE TIME.
"Oh, what a lovely bouquet," a familiar deep voice remarks from behind you, "say, how much?"
The merchant looks up and sees Morax, or rather Zhongli, placing his hand on your shoulder. He looks at you, then at him, then back at you, and at the hand holding your coin purse. His eyes land on your ring, and you see it click together in his head.
"U-Uh..."
Morax produces his coin purse and pulls out a heft pile of mora. "Here, this should cover everything, including the flowers for my darling wife."
The merchant's heartbreak is muted by the shock. He doesn't say anything, and he hardly moves, only accepting the money and letting go of the flowers. Morax thanks him, and he hands you the flowers as the two of you make your way home.
"..."
"If you are worried I am upset," Morax states, "I am not. Not with you, at the very least."
"B-But..."
He sighs. "Really, I am surprised he did not notice your ring early on, or bother to ask if you were available to begin with."
You feel tears of embarrassment welling in your eyes. "I... I didn't know..."
Morax smiles, and he plucks a flower from the bouquet to tuck it behind your ear. "It is an unfortunate situation, but there is only so much you can do about these things."
It is of little comfort to you, but it is true. You just hope the merchant is not too heartbroken, and you hope he knows that while you do not return those feelings, you are at least grateful for the gestures.
At the very least, the flowers are very pretty.
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h0ney-gl0ws · 1 year
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Hi! I was wondering if I could request Hades boys (Zag, Than, and Hypnos) x reader hcs where the reader loves to bake? ^^ Thank you!
Yes you can! Awww this is such a cute request! Thank you for the request, and your patience lol.
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Hades Boys! With an s/o who loves to bake!
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Zagreus Zagreus first found out you loved to bake when you got hired to be an assistant to the head chef.
Your services to the lounge made it much more livelier than usual. Many of the shades who had no interest in food before, just had to see what the fuss was about with your baked goods. They were the talk of the house for quite some time after all.
And Zagreus doesnt let you forget that fact, reminding you constantly about how good your treats are, emphasizing how popular they are, as well as relaying the compliments he’s heard in whispers amongst the shades.
One day (or night) he asks that you teach him your ways. He knows how much baking means to you and wants to be able to share in that special little hobby of yours.
Of course Zagreus’ attempts end up with a fire, a horribly charred lump of something that was meant to be bread, and another hefty work load for Dusa in order to clean up the lounge…again. (You offer your best cupcakes as an apology to her afterwards haha)
The fire fiasco also got Zagreus banned from stepping foot into the kitchen again at the insistence of the head chef.
Zagreus would miss being able to steal tastes of your baked treats (and seeing you at work ofc) so much, that he commissioned the house contractor to start selling your treats in Charon’s shops. That way when he’s on his runs he can have a little reminder, and assist from you along the way.
He even took one of your recipes all the way to Eurydice, in return she gave him one of hers for you to try out. You were so impressed by her recipe, the goods made from it tasted like nothing you’ve ever had before! From then on Zagreus became a bit of a messenger between you two, he’d gift you one of Eurydice’s recipes when she gave them to him and you send her one back. You formed a cherished friendship over the shared love of creating food even without having met face to face.
You made sure to express your gratitude to Zagreus for taking interest in your hobby, connecting you to new friends in the afterlife, as well as being a great partner by giving him all the treats he could ever ask for, but the only treat he really needs in the end is you :)
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Thanatos Thanatos was never one for sweets. The taste was too intense and the pure sugary monstrosities reminded him way too much of the surface. Bright, euphoric in the moment, but also very bad for you. All in all he can’t stand the stuff.
So when you first told him about your hobby he admits he had some concern. He’s seen what treats do to mortals first hand and does not understand the appeal.
Until, one day or night he returned to his usual spot in the house, and upon the polished round table that Zagreus got him was a basket of freshly baked bread rolls. In his hasty opposition to sweet foods he forgot that not all baked goods were of the sweet variety. Your baking opened a new door for him that day.
He praised your baking skills the next day. Expressing his gratitude of you accommodating his culinary preferences. You told him that’s what partners are for! That you want to be able to share this part of you with him and are overjoyed that he liked them. He laughs at your enthusiasm telling you he would happily accept any more treats you decided to make him.
And make him things you did, from breads to pastries to savory pies you made him all sorts of amazing goodies. Thanatos thanked you profusely after each gift, pressing tender kisses to your temple.
One evening, he admitted that he didn’t always hate sweets. When he was younger he actually liked a few of them, but after seeing greedy mortals, stuffing their faces and throwing away much excess while others starved and perished. Sweets never quite tasted the same, becoming a suffocating syrupy substance that he cant handle, but he was willing to try again if you made it.
You told him he doesn’t have to try your sweets and you wouldn’t be offended if he didn’t, but he assured you he wanted to, that anything important to you was important to him. And besides if he likes someone as sweet as you then he can handle any sweet treat you make.
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Hypnos Alright, Hypnos sleeps a lot so there not a lot of time for him to eat the goods you make. He claims that the sugar would have him awake for weeks and he’d hate to have that happen. So he appreciates your hobby in a different way.
For instance he loves just watching you bake. The way your hands move so gracefully as well as confidently is super soothing. Your so precise in everything you do its very impressive to watch. You often catch him leaning against the edge of the counter your working on, fast asleep after a few minutes of watching you bake. You find it really cute how much he admires you ^-^
Not even to mention the smell! When Hypnos cuddles with you after you’ve been working a long shift with sweets and freshly baked goods, he practically feels as if he was in Olympus! Nuzzling his nose into your hair he can just fall asleep relishing in your sweet scent as he holds you close.
Well, eventually you are able to catch him at a time where you can convince him to actually enjoy your baked goods. And he was right… He talked faster than usual that day, and was way more clingy than you were used too. Why he rivaled Hermes in how fast he completed his work. His sugar rush antics made quite the entertaining feat. I don’t think he nodded off once for quite a while after that.
But when he did crash, he crashed It caused quite the backup in his work, and he wasn’t allowed to have your treats over a certain sugar level after that. Ordered by Lord Hades himself XD.
But Hypnos doesn’t mind, you’re the only sugar he needs in his life :P
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Winter is Coming - Rekindled schedule adjustment and plans for next year!
So it's that time of year now when conventions, markets, and expos for next year are rolling out their submission periods. So far I've gotten accepted to attend the Atlantic Entertainment Expo again (both venues so two shows), MiraCon, and I'm gonna be attending not one, not two, but THREE tattoo expos ! Which is definitely a lot, but I'm excited, it's gonna be good publicity and good money :' ) I'm also gonna be applying to HalCon, Geekquinox, and Animaritimes again, I didn't get in on HalCon this year and didn't find out about Geekquinox until submissions were done (and I only got in on Animaritimes at the last minute when they were looking for people to fill in) but if I do get into any (or all) of those, I'll have to play the fun game of "make sure none of these events land on the same weekend" LMAO
All that's to say, it's gonna be busy next year! (and all of those are the ones I actually decided to apply to, there are ones I did this past year that I'm not planning on doing again because they just didn't turn out to be as good as I had hoped). Thankfully, none of this is starting up until spring, so I'm gonna enjoy the winter off and get to work on new stuff to sell. I'm really eager to get through the rest of [AFTERBIRTH], it's still got quite some time until it's done but my plan is to pitch Thread of Fate to publishers once [AFTERBIRTH] is finished - and if it's not able to get in with those publishers, then I'm gonna pursue other means in getting it published, either digitally or traditionally. Time Gate is a series I've been working on for well over a decade of my life, and it's not something I want to keep throwing to the wolves of free-to-read platforms like WT. As much as I love being able to offer it for free, I want it to be taken more seriously than being just another free to read comic and that starts with me and how I choose to distribute it.
Right now working on all these things is sort of limiting due to the fact that I'm stuck on my iPad, but I'm making it work as best I can and I'm hoping to have the new PC setup going by the end of the year running with a new tablet (currently shopping around between an XP-pen and Huion, I don't want to get a Kamvas 22 Plus again if it's gonna shit the bed in 2 years like this one did, apparently this is a common problem from what I've seen :/)
So yeah, with all that in mind, I'm planning on adjusting Rekindled's update schedule. While I did initially want to offer a poll for y'all to choose between "shorter updates once a week" and "full updates once every 2 weeks", frankly I'm erring more towards the "every two weeks" one because it'll give me more actual time and room to work on everything else. Not to mention (and I'm sure you've all noticed by now) that I have a very specific way that I structure many of these episodes so making them shorter would sort of ruin that rhythm. I don't want to be sacrificing the comic's quality, pacing, or narrative progression for a schedule adjustment.
This isn't going to be an immediate change, I'm thinking of doing this sometime in December so that y'all can have a decent amount of heads up before the switch. I know it's gonna be a little painful to go to a slower release schedule but ultimately I think it's the best way to go so that I can balance all of the projects I have going on without sacrificing quality. Rekindled may be a free to read non-profit project, but I still hold myself to high standards and I want to do my best to deliver on those standards !
Thank you all so much for your patience and support. It seriously blows me away to see all of the wonderful comments, asks, and support for what I do here every day. I'm gonna do my best as well to respond to asks in my inbox as they come in, but please just know I get a LOT of them on a regular basis, it's sort of a Hydra situation where I respond to 1 or 2 and then get 4 more LOL That said, rest assured that I do read and appreciate each and every one of them <3 That also includes essay posts about LO, with LO returning in November I'll surely have more stuff to say about it so I'm gonna try and keep up as best I can :' )
On a final note, we're coming up to the one year anniversary of when I started posting actual episodes of Rekindled!! I'm so excited for this, I can't believe it's been a year!! And I have so much awesome stuff planned for the story that we're gonna see throughout the next year, I can't wait! Thanks so much for being a part of this project with me, I couldn't have asked for a better audience <3
(P.S. everything I have lined up for next year is lining up with the dry period for FF XIV between Endwalker and Dawntrail so I won't have distractions until the summer LMAOO)
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