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evielmostdefinitely · 5 months

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pls i NEED a fic of corio and readers first time together im on my knees 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

first fall of snow |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: capitol!reader and coriolanus' first time.

contains: smut, nothing graphic bc i wanted it to be fluffy. dark-ish coriolanus. consensual. 18+.

“And as for the Academy,” You fell into step with Coriolanus, his arm out for you to politely clutch, the fallen snow crunching beneath your heels. “What do you wish to do after?”

Coriolanus tilted his head back, brows creasing in thought. “I’d like to continue my work with Dr. Gaul.” He hummed, a firm grip on your arm that had you swooning. “Longterm, I’d like to be President.”

“Ooh,” You grinned, eyes sparkling under the lights of the city. Coriolanus swallowed down the heat he felt rising in his throat. “President Snow, that certainly has a nice ring to it.”

“I’m glad you think so.” Coryo smiled softly.

“I think that’s wonderful, Coriolanus.” You matched his smile, a dreamy look in your eye that Coryo was growing very fond of each time he saw it. “Very ambitious. I like that in a man.”

“Do you?” Coriolanus laughed, head tilting down towards you. The proper dating had gone to flirtatious banter quickly. It felt perfect, far too perfect, beyond what his own planning and careful meddling could even design.

“I love it.” You grinned, pausing for a beat as he opened the door to your building, holding the door for you to slip in before his hand found the small of your back. It was polite, really, so innocent and respectable, the placement of his hand. Still, it made your heart flutter, burst with excitement.

Your own finger reached for the button of the elevator, turning to meet Coriolanus’ dazzling eyes. “I love a man who knows what he wants.”

His throat bobbed, you grinned at the flustered blush creeping out from under his collar. He was the vision of perfection, prim and proper, so put together- you wanted to ravish him. Mess that perfect hair up, tug at it and feel it between your fingers.

The ding of your elevator trilled, pulling Coriolanus’ attention away from you. “Well, then,” Your heart skipped at his words. “I’m glad I can impress you, Miss Duke.” His hand reached for your cheek, pulling you in for a rather sloppy smooch. Still respectful, cautious of the potential onlookers.

You were swooning when he pulled away, head spinning with excitement, his hand still pressed to your warm cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Your heart sunk at his words, spiraling down further and further. You blinked at him, face falling.

“Yes?” Coriolanus’ brows creased, head tilting softly to the side. “Tomorrow? Or do you have plans, darling?”

You swallowed, shaking your head. “N-No, I will see you tomorrow.” You forced a smile, stepping towards the elevator. Of course he would act this way, it was the proper thing to do. You were a fool for thinking otherwise.

“Coriolanus,” You called, heel stopping the elevator tracks from closing. Those icy blues met your gaze, melting you from the inside out. Your body covered in a blush, maybe from adrenaline, maybe from him.

“Would-Would you,” You swallowed your racing heart, hands fidgeting with your small bag. “Won’t you come up.” You motioned to the elevator. “Have a cup of tea. Stay for a while.”

Coriolanus grinned, a toothy smile that made your heart leap. “If you insist.” He muttered, stepping in behind you, his hand finding its place back on your spine when you pressed the button, trying to dull your fidgety excitement that raced through your veins.

The penthouse was everything Coriolanus thought it would be, and more. Extravagant, efficient, top of the line in every way. So modern yet so… comforting. Something so familiar, and it smelled of you.

The roses still in a vase from last night's date. Coriolanus always brought you a bouquet on your Thursday evening dinners, a part of him to take with you and remember him throughout the week.

He settled into a cushioned arm chair while you fixed the tea, chatting lightly, pretending not to watch him take in your small space. “How long have you lived here?” Coriolanus asked.

“Not long.” You shrugged, looking at him over your shoulder. “Less than a year. My father gave it to me when I started my job after the Academy, so I could have a place of my very own. Some independence.”

“Independence.” Coriolanus nodded. “That must be nice. To have… To have this place of your own, I mean.” His fists clenched, clammy and hesitant. “I still live with my family.”

“That must be nice.” You repeated, pulling the small tea cups out of the cupboard. “I miss my family. Miss my mother. It gets lonely up here all alone.” You turned, leaning against the counter, lashes batting towards him.

Coriolanus was sure his heart had stopped beating, the sultry pout you gave him, like you were trying to fluster him. He wasn’t entirely convinced that you weren’t.

“Does it?” Coriolanus swallowed around the growing lump in his throat, hands moving as nonchalantly as he could to lay them in his lap.

You nodded, slow steps, smooth and calculated across the marble, over the fur rug. “Very lonely. Especially at night.” You sighed, lolling your head to the side. “No one here to keep me company.”

Coriolanus tried to keep his composure, remain calm and cool, though his heart hammered in his ears with a thrill. “Well, I’m here now.” He said confidently, chin tilting to look up at you. “I’ll keep you company tonight. If you’ll have me.”

Your lips curled, a triumphant grin spreading across your features, eyes lighting with delight. Coriolanus was relieved, he’d answered correctly. You moved towards him, his hands finding your waist easily, nearly instinctively as you sunk into his lap straddling his wide thighs. Your fingers thread through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

Coryo’s hands found your hips, your ass, squeezing and rubbing over the flesh he’d been longing to touch for so long. Oh, how you’d tormented him. Your body consuming his thoughts at all hours of the night, his hand snaking under his pajama pants as he thought of you, fantasized about what you might look like under those pretty dresses- what you might taste like. He was about to find out.

When you dropped to your knees, a sly smile far too salacious than he was expecting, pumping his shaft in your soft hands. Coriolanus’ head tipped back, sweat beading at his hairline when you took him in your mouth, a little unsure, gagging at the intrusion of him- he was sure he’d be succumbing to you far too easily.

“Coriolanus, oh!” You mewled, back arching off the edge of the bed. You’d gotten your wish, hands tangled through his blonde curls, tugging them out of place and pulling him closer and closer to you.

Coryo’s tongue lapping at your cunt, swirling over your clit. You’d tasted even better than he could have imagined. He was surprised at how easily your mind numbed when he’d lick you between your legs. How pliant and sweet, totally dependent and reliant on him, eyes rounding at him for guidance and instruction- he’d remember that for the future.

He finally pushed into you, slowly, his hands under your knees, kissing your shin when you whined at the stretch, the pain of fitting him inside of you. He was gentle, the most gentle and delicate he’d ever be with you again. Cautious like you were a flower, one that could snap and break if he handled you the wrong way.

Soft grunts muffled into your skin, your hands cradling him closer to you, chest to chest, nose to nose, bodies moving in stuttered rhythm together for the first time.

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dfortrafalgar · 1 month

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I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling the Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem. But sometimes, you just need a little bit of love... and a little bit of science.

Warnings: read chapter 1 for warnings.

Chapter 26

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Your fingers gently knocked against the firm wood of your boss’s closed office door, your opposite hand clutching a closed envelope. It had been an incredibly slow day with very few meetings and a large project having just been finished, so you felt slightly more comfortable approaching her during the work day. After a few minutes, her cheery voice beckoned you to enter. You slowly pushed open the door and stepped inside with a small smile on your face.

Your boss was ridiculously gorgeous. You often wondered why she was busying her time working in a graphic design firm rather than modeling on international runways or selling luxury clothing, but at the same time, you were more than happy to be working under her. She came from a long line of strong, independent women, and made sure to instill the same values in her workplace.

“Ms. Boa, thank you for your time,” you stated politely as you sat down in the plush seat in front of her desk. Directly beside her computer monitor was a framed photo of her and her two younger sisters. The sight made your smile widen.

“It’s never a problem, darling,” she responded, a small grin on her own lips as she finished typing an email, sending it off with a sharp click on her keyboard before turning her full attention to you. “What can I help you with?”

You pulled out the envelope from behind your back, slipping it over the top of her desk. Curiously, she took the parcel and peeled up the flap on the back, dipping her perfectly manicured nails inside the paper and pulling out a small stack of photographs, held together with a wire paperclip. Her eyes widened almost instantly, making your heart skip a few beats as you watched her absorb what she was holding.

“No way,” she uttered under her breath before turning her sharp gaze towards you, her eyes sparkling with glee. Her next sentence came out almost as a squeak. “Twins?!”

You nodded eagerly, fidgeting with your hands in your lap. “I’m about 13 weeks along now.”

Boa Hancock launched herself from her rolling chair, almost sprinting around the desk to envelop you in a hug. She had been one of your biggest under-the-table supporters of your pregnancy struggles, having allowed you generous time off that most companies would strongly turn their noses towards. She almost jumped off of the ground as she pulled you from your seat and wrapped her lean arms around your shoulders.

“I could cry right now, I really could!” She pulled away from you, her hands still gripping your shoulders. “13 weeks… that’s longer than the other two, right?”

“Yup,” you stated curtly. “It’s been really weird coming to terms with it, but I’ve made it this long and everything’s been progressing normally according to my doctor, so I’ve finally started telling more people outside of our immediate friends.”

Hancock smoothed her hand over your cheek, a mothering gesture that made you smile brightly. “You’re already glowing, look at you!”

After a few moments, she finally retreated back to her desk and gazed lovingly at the ultrasound pictures you had handed her. They were from your 12-week scan just a week prior, and you could already see their individual traits. Large, alien-like heads, little nubs for hands and feet, two little bodies curled up tightly in your womb.

“This is probably the best news I’ve heard all year,” she sighed, clipping the pictures back together and handing them back to you in their original envelope. “I take it you used IVF?”

“We did. It was an insanely long process, but clearly,” you held up the envelope with a cheeky grin on your face. “It worked.”

Hancock squealed again, spinning around in her chair. “I’m so, so happy for you and your husband, I mean it!”

Her sentiment made your heart flutter in your chest. Knowing sparing amounts of her history, you knew topics of maternal nature were very important to her, and the fact that one of her best employees was finally succeeding in something she had wanted for so long was an act of pride for the female boss. She collected herself, still maintaining a smile as she folded her hands on her desk and looked at you.

“So what can I do to help you out?” she asked, her dark gray eyes focused.

“Well, I wanted to hopefully discuss maternity leave sooner rather than later,” you offered. “I know I’ve taken far too much time off of work, so even if you wanted me back after four months–”

“Absolutely not,” she stated flatly, cutting you off. “Sweetie, you’re pregnant with twins. The least I would give you is a year and a half!”

You backpedaled, your eyes widening. “That’s too much…!”

She shook her head, affirming her stance. “Darling, think about it like this.” She tapped one of her manicured fingernails on the wooden surface of her desk. “You are easily one of my hardest working employees. You put your all into every single project you’re given, you work amazing with the rest of the team, you’re an all-around irreplaceable person to have. You’re also an amazing woman outside of work. And your husband is a heart surgeon who can barely get time off. Twins are a handful, and even if you have good support at home, you’re going to want those extra months to spend with your babies and to share those moments with your husband when he’s home.”

Hancock’s words rendered you speechless, your jaw essentially hitting the floor. You couldn’t disagree, though, the woman was right.

She seemed to know it, too, as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her long legs. “So?”

You quickly bowed your head. “I wish there was a way to repay your generosity, seriously.”

“You can repay me by giving birth to two healthy, happy babies. And the first step to doing that is taking care of yourself.” The smile she gave you was enough to melt a glacier.

Your eyes began to well with tears. “Can I hug you again?”

Hancock laughed, once again standing from her seat to embrace you. “I’m saying this as more of a friend rather than your supervisor. You are so deserving of all the happiness you can get. I’m so proud of you for staying so strong and pushing through what you’ve gone through, and anything you need from me over the next eight months, just say the word. I know the entire company would be more than happy to back you up.”

You wiped your eyes on the sleeve of your work blouse, your lips forming a smile through their quivering. “Thank you so, so much, Ms. Boa.”

“Have you told the rest of the team yet?” she suddenly asked.

“No, I haven’t. Only Ikkaku knows,” you replied.

Her eyes became sparkly as her lips curled into a cheeky grin. “Wanna go share the news?”

—

“Law, you look like you’re glowing!” Rebecca’s large brown eyes gazed up at her superior from her seat at the nurse’s station as Law passed by with a cup of coffee in his hands.

With a small smile, he stopped to look at her. “Do I?”

“You do!” She stood from her seat, gathering a few papers in her hands before circling around the counter and joining Law in his walk to the break room. “Has something big happened? I mean, you usually don’t radiate positivity this much, but it’s just coming off of you in waves!”

Law gazed forward down the hallway as he walked, the warmth from his styrofoam cup warming his hand. He had to admit, his shoulders had felt significantly lighter, and his chest certainly felt fuzzy in the past few weeks. “Rebecca, if I tell you, you have to promise not to spread it around. I’m trying to keep it under wraps for a little longer, but I think I can trust you.”

Rebecca’s eyes were wide with curiosity as she eagerly waited for whatever news Law was holding on his tongue.

His lips curled into a pleased grin. “My wife is pregnant with twins.”

The pink-haired nurse almost dropped her papers in shock, her feet planting her to the floor as she gasped. It clearly took her a great deal of restraint not to burst out in excitement, so she expelled her quick burst of energy by covering her mouth with her papers and exhaling a long, pronounced sigh. “Law, that’s incredible!”

He simply smiled, continuing to walk. Rebecca regained her composure and scampered after him.

“You guys were trying for a long time, right?” Now it was her turn to glow with happiness. “That’s so exciting, I’m so happy for you both!”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” the surgeon replied, his own voice airy and light. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this excited to share the details of his personal life with someone. While he had been keeping his surgery team up-to-date with some of the details regarding your procedures, that was mostly due to the fact that his cell phone had become a returning character in the operating theater. Rebecca wasn’t a part of his surgery team, so her interactions with him were mostly from patient rounds. Nevertheless, it was clear that the younger girl was more than excited to be told the incredible news, if her bright, toothy smile was anything to go by.

“How far along?” she asked.

“13 weeks.” He took a deep breath. “It’s been a stressful three months, but so far everything’s been going smoothly.”

Rebecca sighed dreamily. “Wow, that’s seriously incredible… Congratulations, Law!” After a few brief moments, she turned her head to look at her superior. “Hey, if you want any help with picking out baby clothes, I know a really good seamstress downtown! She runs a clothing boutique but also does custom orders. I can put in a name for you and your contact info!”

Law pondered over her offer. Truthfully, neither of you had started planning anything regarding when the babies would actually arrive. The thought suddenly made Law a bit nervous. You were just about starting your second trimester and with everything going well regarding your health and the development of the babies, it seemed like now would be a good time to begin preparing actual baby gear for your apartment.

“That’d be really nice, Rebecca, thank you,” he finally responded with a cordial smile.

Their conversation quickly dissipated as Rebecca needed to depart to go on another shift of rounds, but before she departed she scribbled a name and number onto a piece of paper and slipped it into the pocket of Law’s white laboratory coat. With a small smile remaining on his lips, he entered the break room and finally placed his now-lukewarm cup of coffee on the counter before sitting down and pulling out his phone. He had a few new text messages from you, making his smile grow.

Mama So i might have caved and told all my coworkers today… they want to plan a baby shower now but i told them to take it easy! But dont be surprised if we get a bunch of new baby items in the coming weeks <3

Mama Wait did you change my contact name???

Mama I didnt know my phone could do that LOL it says you changed my contact name

Law chuckled as he tapped on his screen to begin typing.

I changed it a few days ago. I can change it back to Wifey if you want.

After a few moments, another bubble from you popped up.

Mama I think i like being mama <3

Mama Ive been addressing you as ‘daddy’ in that journal you got me so i guess its not much different!!!

Law needed to duck his head to hide his broad smile from the other colleagues on their break. The last thing he wanted was any unnecessary attention drawn to himself thanks to his uncharacteristic grin.

You need to stop making me smile, one of my nurses already told me it looks like I’m glowing.

Mama AWWW BABYYY… YOU ARE GLOWING!!!!

Mama I have to go anyway and take bepo for a walk, i’ll see you later love!

Text me if you want something brought home for dinner.

A little heart bubble appeared next to his response for you. With a long exhale through his nose, he placed his phone back in his pocket and took a long sip from his coffee.

—

Law arrived back to your apartment later that evening, a brown paper bag of take-out sushi in his hands as he closed the door behind him with his foot.

“Babe?” he called. The apartment was eerily quiet, making his heart rate momentarily spike.

“I’m in here!” you yelled back, your voice coming from the living room. “I’m in a bit of a predicament.”

Law was quick to kick off his shoes and round the corner into the main living space of your home, placing the bag with your dinners on the counter. A smile tugged at his lips at the sight of you sprawled out on the floor. Bepo was laying flush against your side with his head resting perfectly on top of your belly.

“He hasn’t moved in, like, fifteen minutes,” you said. “My neck is starting to hurt.”

Your husband walked over to your spot on the floor, sitting next to you opposite the dog and reaching his hand over to card his long fingers through Bepo’s fuzzy head. The animal slow-blinked like a cat in response, the sight making you laugh.

“Do you think he knows I’m pregnant?” you asked. “He’s been a lot more attentive of me lately.”

“Animals have really keen instincts, it wouldn’t surprise me if he senses something different about you,” Law replied, rubbing small circles behind Bepo’s pointy ears. “There have been a lot of reports about animals recognizing symptoms of various illnesses in humans, maybe you smell different to him.”

The thought made you smile. “Whatever it is, he’s already showing off how good of a big brother he’ll be.” You fidgeted slightly on the floor, making Bepo pick his head up enough for you to push yourself up on your hands. Law supported your back with his arm, placing a kiss on your head when you sat up high enough.

“He’s our gentle giant… we’re probably going to need to get a new vacuum cleaner, though,” he offered, holding out his hands to help you to your feet. You eagerly gripped him back, wheezing slightly as he hauled you off the floor.

“Oh, definitely. We’re probably going to need to wrap all of our baby things in mesh to keep his fur out!” You placed a kiss to the tip of Law’s nose before proceeding toward the kitchen. “Hopefully neither of them have allergies.”

Law snorted. “Bepo would find a new home with Shachi and Penguin in that case.”

You excitedly opened the brown paper bag, your mouth watering at the sight of your favorite sushi rolls packed neatly into plastic containers. There were five rolls in total to split between the two of you. “You know me too well, baby,” you moaned out, removing the containers from the bag and fetching two pairs of chopsticks from your utensil drawer.

Law pulled out two chairs for the both of you at the table, helping you place your food down. He waited until you took the first bite before digging in himself.

“So I made an impulse purchase today,” you began, pulling out your phone from your back pocket. A few taps on your screen brought you to an online shopping app which you then showed to Law.

His eyes lit up almost immediately. “Sora pajamas?!” He snatched your phone out of your hands, making you laugh at his excitement. You had ordered a set of footie pajamas for all six of the main Sora characters- Sora and the five officers of Germa 66. “I didn’t even know they made these!”

“Me neither! Sanji told me about them today!” You popped a piece of sushi into your mouth. “Sanji’s always had a weird connection with that comic. Have you noticed how much he resembles Stealth Black?”

Law finally handed your phone back to you. “And his siblings, too. Have you met his older sister?”

You laughed at the thought. “It’s uncanny!”

“Well,” Law began after swallowing another bite. “That makes me feel better. I might have made some purchases of my own while I was on break earlier. I was talking to one of my nurses and she gave me the name of a woman who runs a local boutique downtown, apparently she takes orders for custom apparel. I might have placed a few orders for baby clothes.” He had a cheeky smile on his face as he shared the information with you.

You practically beamed at him. “I’m glad we’re both on the same page!” After a few brief moments of silence passed, you whispered, “Sora pajamas…”

Law beamed back at you. Maybe he really was glowing.

#x reader #reader insert #fem reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #i'm losing you

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browngirl-inthering · 6 months

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decade accurate marauders era wardrobes - lily evans

hair: long and auburn, often worn down and parted in the middle. styled with curtain bangs and two chin length pieces that frame her face.

clothes: consists of muted shades of brown, red, green, and yellow. waistcoats, fitted tops tucked neatly into trousers and skirts, turtleneck sweaters, dresses with short hemlines, and the occasional band tee. lots of plaids, suede, and buttons.

miniskirts were a popular but controversial item of clothing that have origins in 1960s london. prior to the 60s, it was completely unheard of for a skirt's hemline to ever be above the knee. however, during the course of the early to mid 60s young women in london began to wear their skirts shorter and shorter. as the miniskirt began to grow in popularity, it also gained negative attention as well with critics dubbing it as "mad" "vulgar" and "just awful". despite the heavy criticism, the miniskirt only continued to rise in popularity amongst women all over the globe, and with this played a key role in growing feminism and womens liberation movements. the miniskirt was comfortable, didn't restrict movement, and most importantly, allowed women to have autonomy over their bodies and how they wanted to present themselves. the history and meaning behind the miniskirt is why i feel lily would especially love miniskirts and still wear them despite the fact that they somewhat lost popularity in the 70s. she is a canonically brave and intelligent woman who stands firm in her opinions and isn't afraid to make them known. i believe she would have strongly identified in the feminist movements of the time and would wear miniskirts as a sort of her own personal protest.

i don't really see her as a big t-shirt wearer tbh. t-shirts were largely viewed as undergarments until t-shirt printing became easier and more accessible in the 60s and 70s which began the trend of graphic/slogan tees. she definitely loved abba and fleetwood mac though so they're the exception.

for some reason waistcoats are very lily to me. they came in all sorts of sizes and designs and i know she looked good in every one she had.

shoes: clogs, knee high lace up boots, and loafers. not much of a platform on them but still very 70s.

accessories: oversized square framed sunglasses, newsboy cap, headband scarf and a small purse.

THE one and only iconic lily evans cap™

she has an array of different colored and patterned scarfs that she uses to tie her hair back with.

#yeah remember when i said i was planning on doing sirius next. i lied im sorry🧍🏿‍♀️#i WILL get to him though!!! hopefully sometime this week!!!#i have so many thoughts™ on sirius' sense of style but unfortunately i have so many other important things that i have to do #and these take a long time for me to do #tysm for the people who followed me for the series + left nice comments on the james one i did i rlly do appreciate it 🥹#lily evans #lily potter #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #the marauders era #mwpp #mwpp era #decade accurate marauders era wardrobes #<- the tag i'm filing all these under

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tiptapricot · 6 months

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🌙✨Travelers of the night!✨🌙

The time has come for us to share the month of prompts for Moon KnightCember! This is a collaborative list put together and shaped by many lovely fans who have contributed ideas, designs, information, guidance, and more to make a fun December fan event for all!

This event is open to all forms of Moon Knight, from comics to the MCU show, and participants are welcome to create for any version or mix they desire. Prompts are available every other day to give people the ability to choose their pacing, and one or both prompts can be used depending on preference. When participating, please use the hashtag #MKcember2023!

Good luck in your creative fight, we can’t wait to see what you create!

Big thanks to @crystaljelly64 (who also did all the graphics here), @belablue222, @fdelopera and all the others that contributed to the making of this event! :-D

(Basic IDs in ALT and full image descriptions including written out prompt list and live links under cut! A transcript of the Cinco Pa’ Las Doce Instagram highlight is also included under Resources.)

[ID:

Image 1: The moon knight-cember prompt list. Moon knight envelops the prompt calendar with his cape, white cloth encircling the edges and black filling the background behind the prompts. The Moon Knight-cember title is written in stylized text above the calendar, the C a golden crescent dart and the background behind it light blue and snowy. The prompts read:

1st: “Headspace” and/or “Home Is Where The Heart Is”

3rd: “Supernatural Encounter(s)” and/or “Good Friends”

5th: “Cab-allero” and/or “Constellations”

7th: “Chanukah Sameach” and/or “Gelt and Gus/Crawley”

9th: “Candles” and/or “Chanukiah”

11th: “Chanukah Food” and/or “Dreidel”

13th: “Tzedek” and/or “Perseverance”

15th: “Shabbat” and/or “Kiddush Cup”

17th: “Rainy Day” and/or “VHS Tape”

19th: “Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives” and/or “Notes”

21st: “Judgement” and/or “Negative Space”

23rd: “Blast Off!” and/or “Sink”

25th: “Calm Before The Storm” and/or “Little Bug”

27th: “Floating/Blurry” and/or “Phone Call”

29th: “Reflection” and/or “Every Grain Of Sand”

31st: “Cinco Pa’ Las Doce” and/or “Together”

The days of Hanukkah, December 7th through the 15th, are highlighted in glowing gold. The rest of the prompt text is a light blue.

Image 2: A list of basic definitions for words on the prompt list. The definitions read as follows:

Caballero (Spanish): “Knight” ; “Gentleman”

Chanukah Sameach (Jewish): “Happy Hanukkah”; common greeting during Hanukkah

Gelt (Jewish): chocolate coins wrapped in gold foil and given to others to inspire charity

Chanukiah (Jewish): menorah or lamp used for Hanukkah

Dreidel (Jewish): spinning top; played with during Hanukkah

Tzedek (Jewish): “Justice”; “Fairness”; how things should be

Shabbat (Jewish): the Jewish day of Rest

Kiddush Cup (Jewish): cup of wine that’s blessed during Shabbat/Jewish holiday meals

Cinco Pa’ Las Doce (Spanish): “5 minutes til 12”; a New Years Eve song from South and Central America

Image 3: Text that reads: Links and Sources. For more info on Hanukkah and Shabbat, you can go to myjewishlearning.com, and you can also find examples of prayers and services from Jewish YouTubers!

Check out @belablue222’s story highlight “CPLD 🌙 🕰️” for more details on the song and tradition, as well as how it connects to Moon Knight! (Transcript from Instagram below ID)

Links and recommended posts will also be added below cut!

Image 4: text that reads: Slide 7: Text that reads:

Reminder!

During a time of folks using current events to spread hate and vitriol, it’s important to stand firm with love and support for Jewish people and make sure our spaces are firmly free of antisemitism. Fighting fire with fire is never the solution, and support and action for groups in peril does not and should not require falling to different types of bigotry or antisemitic tropes. MKCember is a celebration of a beloved Jewish character and all aspects of that should be respected and loved, and focus on joy and genuine exploration. While creating your works, be aware, be vigilant, and be informed, and together we can make something lovely! /end ID]

Resources:

MyJewishLearning.com

Chanukah Sameach

Gelt

Chanukiah

Dreidel

Tzedek

Shabbat

Kiddush Cup

Post by @fdelopera about engaging with Moon Knight and Jewish celebrations respectfully and carefully during this challenge

Cinco Pa’ Las Doce Instagram highlight (transcript below)

Transcript of Cinco Pa’ Las Doce deep dive by @belablue222:

“Cinco Pa' las doce: a cultural deep dive and its ties to the moon knight system.

Disclaimer: I am latina, but i cannot speak for all of the traditions practiced or not practiced in all latinoamérica countries due to how many of us there are, as well as how unique each of our traditions are. Because of this, I will be using traditions that are more widely practiced.

As we approach the end of the year, places all over the world prepare to bring in the new year with all sorts of traditions and customs. It is a time of celebrating, mingling, and integrating. It’s a time for one to connect to their background of where they come from, and embrace tradition.

New Years is especially important in latinoamérica, and has traditions that go back decades or even centuries. Today, i will be talking about a well known and beloved tradition, as well as others that are commonly practiced in central and South America.

Cinco Pa’ Las Doce

Written in 1963 and performed by Venezuelan actor and singer Néstor Zavarce, Cinco Pa' Las Doce is a hauntingly beautiful song about a person wanting to run home to hug their mom for New Years, with the sound of bells playing throughout the street. The song became immensely popular throughout latinoamérica throughout the years, and there are many different versions with many different styles, but the original one still remains the iconic classic widely known.

In typical tradition, people with gather together at 11:55pm on New Year’s Eve and spend time together, thinking about past memories, wondering what the new years will bring, and enjoy each others company as the song plays. Once the song ends, it is midnight, and people will celebrate this by doing many different traditions, here are a few of them that are most commonly practiced...

Typical traditions:

Fireworks: like a lot of other places, fireworks are often lit in the biggest of cities, or the smallest of villages, the colors brightening the sky of the new year.

12 uvas: eating 12 grapes at midnight is a tradition that is ment to bring good luck for the new year, and represent 12 wishes that will only come true if the grapes are eaten quickly.

Walking a block with a suitcase: when the clock strikes midnight, some people will grab a suitcase and walk (or even run) a block around their neighborhood for them to be able to travel and go to many places in the new year

Lentils: lentils have significance in many different ways for latam countries. some will eat lentils or lentil soup at midnight, others will pocket them or even wrap 12 of them in a bill, no matter what, lentils are meant to bring good fortune and prosperity for the new year.

Yet what does this all have to do with Moon Knight?

The Moon Knight system in the MCU are both Jewish as well as Latino. New years is a great way for them to connect with their latam roots, while also being respectful to their other traditions as well. They can enjoy latinoamerican foods that are customary to the winter seasons, sing songs in spanish, and enjoy many other things. they could even intigrate things or come up with new traditions so they can comfortably celebrate el año nuevo.

From an artistic standpoint, it's a good way to ponder what their relationship is with these traditions that have deep ties to family, and the potential effects it has on them due to their own relationship with their family. Do they struggle? Do they reclaim? Do they pass these traditions on?

An interesting thing to ponder to the ethereal bells of Cinco Pa' las Doce.” (End of transcript)

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anika-ann · 10 months

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Hot Boy Summer (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, standalone or part of Love on the Brain series

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3000

Summary: Your boyfriend is all hot in every season, but there’s just something about summer Steve messing around in a pool that makes your heart melt and your bikini wet before you even step into water. And really, the hottest outfit your man can wear is happiness – or nothing at all.

Or, the one in which you (Agent Jones) are spending the afternoon chilling by Avenger's private swimming pool - and ogle your supersoldier boyfriend.

Warnings: allusions to smut so 18+ and NSFW, Steve in a swimsuit, happy Steve (he’s radiant, he’s a warning), language

A/N: reader is called “Agent Jones”, works for the Avengers Initiative; divider by firefly-graphics 😍

The sunrays were sharp as they reflected of the water surface, but you pushed your sunglasses up anyway, waning to fully appreciate your view.

Because what an excellent view it was.

It wasn’t that you were lounging nearly on the top of New York – almost on the top of the Avengers Tower – and should you peer behind the glass railings, reaching all up to your shoulders to block the wind, you’d have the city laid in front of you. It wasn’t even that while you’d take in this no doubt magnificent view, you could dip your toes in a pool, because that was how extravagant Tony Stark had been when rebuilding this place – a pool almost n the roof. No. You enjoyed something much more special than that.

Half-lying on the luxurious beach chair by the Avengers’ private pool at the eightieth floor, you had a still open book placed on your chest pages down, long forgotten in favour of a much more enticing activity than reading – or admiring the New York skyline or swimming, for that matter. Long minutes passed since Steve had arrived, kissed your forehead, offered a brief view of his rear in the navy-blue swim trunks and dived head-first into water. And yet, you were still watching him, mesmerized by your handsome man all the same.

He had barely come out for air since jumping into water, but there were other things to admire than his angelic face; the entirety of his body, moving in the water so gracefully it seemed he found himself more at ease there than with his feet firmly on the ground. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Maybe you were even drooling a little bit. But which male-attracted person wouldn’t? All that filled your field of vision appeared to be designed only to seduce you.

The extremely well-defined lines of the muscles on Steve’s back dancing under his skin with every powerful stretch and flex, glistening whenever he broke the water surface; his bulging arms, his shoulders so marvellously wide, making you wish to revisit your yesterday’s mission to retrace with your lips every droplet of water cascading over them while you had showered together; a peek of his firm bottom, the trunks sticking to it perfectly and calling out to you to grab it and maybe get a bite of it.

The thing was, even if you’d have left behind all those sinful thoughts, he would be still be a sight to behold; an image of alluring strength and beauty. His hair flowing around his head like a halo, the length and wide planes of his body controlled with such skill, skin of his shoulders and biceps in particular peppered with soft constellations of freckles, kisses from the sunrays or angels themselves, always turning so prominent during summer months. You had always longed to brush your fingertips over them, count them with your lips, even back when you and Steve nothing more but friends; the fact you were allowed to do that now, earning a soft laugh and a pair of twinkling eyes watching you tenderly when you did, brought a smile to your face.

The image Steve made now was certainly a better look than the imitation of lobster he had become when he had forgone sunscreen the other afternoon when Tony had attempted to throw a small Avengers pool party. The party itself, of course, wasn’t the problem; it was the fact you had been running late to it for the most delicious of reasons. You had got distracted when Steve had so lovingly massaged the cream into your skin – and consequently, you never got to do him. Not the sunscreen part anyway. While sunkissed was a gorgeous look on him, sunburned less so. Then again, that serum-fuelled cheater had woken up fresh-faced like the day he had been born and had got a very light tan two days later, his freckles making their yearly reappearance.

Now, droplets wandered between them as he finally reemerged for longer than a second, shaking off water of his hair before he faced you with a grin. You supressed the dreamy school-girl like sigh as to hold onto the last remnants of your dignity. He was a sight worthy of gods as he folded his arms on the edge of the pool, legs idly dangling behind; but it was you, a mere mortal, blessed enough to ogle him without having to feel like a creep.

“Show off,” you accused him teasingly, not bothering to comment further on his Olympics-worthy performance even if the pool was far from the typical race-sized one.

“If you didn’t look at me like that when I’m showing off, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” you inquired in challenge, barely resisting losing yourself in the light his carefree grin was radiating.

Steve was nothing short of breathtaking like this, perfectly relaxed – happy, comfortable, confident. A few days off here and there worked true wonders for him. And maybe, maybe you’d like to think that so did you.

He simply shrugged. “Dat’s what I said, Agent Jones.”

You pursed your lips, chest humming with contentment and excitement. So, it was going to be like this today, huh?

“Oh? How am I even looking at you?” you questioned, mocking offence. “And pray to tell me, Captain Rogers, how would you even know? Did the serum give you some sort of abilities enabling to you watch me while you’re under water? Have you been hiding that you are, in fact, some kind of a telepath?”

The slow devilish smile spreading on Steve’s lips had your heart stumble before it began to race. “Neither. I could simply tell you like what you see every time I came out for air because of my enhanced sense of smell.”

You felt your features twist into a confused frown for you got lost in the game he had started. Sense of smell?

Steve tilted his head to side, clearly amused by your ignorance. His gaze, deliberately slow, travelled from where he had been looking directly into your eyes down your body, over the swell of your breasts hidden by the still open book, over your stomach, down your le—

You sputtered an incomprehensible curse, dropping your useless book into your lap as if to hide your sudden shame – or perhaps the evidence which you hoped wasn’t visible. Despite having been sunbathing for almost an hour, it was now that your face was set completely aflame.

“That’s not--- that’s-” totally true, in fact “-you’re just making shit up. And that is a highly inappropriate remark, Captain Rogers,” you accused him, embarrassed by the squeaky quality your voice suddenly acquired.

“Not if it’s true. And I know it is,” he said matter-of-factly, his smirk growing. “What can I say, I’m very perceptive of the scents I like.”

“Shut up, Rogers.”

Steve just grinned wider, oozing satisfaction at not only having caught you, but also being the source of a little pool of slick in your bikini bottoms. The nerve on him! You were--- there was nothing to be ashamed of! He knew that and you knew that, but here you were, sputtering nonsense under your breath, flustered by your insanely attractive boyfriend calling you out on the fact you were aroused by the sight of him displaying his god-like body built of extremely well-toned muscles in action. So what?! You were only human! And one with a pair of relatively well-working eyes too.

There was not a single note of malice in his voice, you had to remind yourself; he didn’t mean to embarrass you, not truly. And should you be fair, you had been the first to call him out. You had started the teasing; you might as well finish it.

Two can play this game, Captain, you thought. Even if one of us is infinitely better at it at the moment.

“So what? Are you saying you mind me ogling you and maybe, maybe liking what I see?” you asked, mentally congratulating yourself at the feigned nonchalance in your voice.

Steve’s smile turned softer and oh, now he was not playing fair. You could melt under the gentle force of that smile on any normal day when he turned its power on you, let alone after your heart had been tried so much today already.

“Never said that, sweetheart. Now, you look little flushed there. Why don’t you join me so I can get you properly wet?”

Your jaw dropped. Literally dropped, your brain short-circuiting. Surely, he meant the pool… surely, he did not.

You most definitely lost this round. Perhaps you had lost your sanity too, but that had been minutes ago, when you thought you could start anything with Steve Rogers and win.

“STEVEN GRANT!” you shrieked, the high-pitched sound drowned in Steve’s outburst of laughter, to which you involuntarily joined, because did he really say that or had you got a heatstroke? “You- you did not just say that to me!”

The laughter in his eyes told you that the words very much did leave his mouth and he regretted none of it. In fact, he was quite proud of himself. The loveable, sweet, dirty-minded jerk.

Steve Rogers, ladies and gentlemen.

“Come on, sweetheart. Come join me.”

Speaking of loveable and sweet…

“Ugh. What’s in it for me?” you questioned despite actually wanting to follow his invitation instantly. You did need to cool off and you weren’t reading anyway. Plus, you had Steve in a pool all for yourself… and a pool only to share with Steve, of course. But still. “You know, swimming is-“

“-the only class you had to retake at the academy, I know. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two.”

“Pff, weak, Rogers,” you dismissed him, a smile tugging at your lips still.

“Oh? Well maybe I can offer an incentive then?”

You hesitated. You already wanted to join him – but you couldn’t but be intrigued as to what he could come up with. You put away your book at last, your sunglasses joining it soon after.

“Okay…I’m listening.”

Steve shrugged, most definitely flexing his large biceps which were still on display. “Easy enough. If you join me… you won’t only get to watch, but also touch.”

You scoffed. Weak. Enticing, naturally; but quite predictable. You expected better from him.

You crossed your arms on your chest to mimic his stance a bit, pushing your breasts up about as innocently as he had flexed his arms. The flicker of his gaze down that direction, even if brief, was very satisfying.

“Steve, honey, if you think that’s enough of an incentive for me to get my hair wet and step into a pool which I’m not a fan of, then you’re very, very full of yourself.”

You noticed the way he slowly lifted one corner of his lips, the way he breathed in for a retort – and when you quickly went over what you said, your core almost instinctively responding to the mere suggestion of you being full of himself – you pointed a warning finger on him.

“Do not make that sentence into a pun.”

Steve laughed in response, but obediently swallowed the comment. “Come on, sweetheart. Come have fun with me.”

Speaking of poor choice of words – or a very deliberate one…

You couldn’t help it; you snorted.

“Now you sound like a dirty old man,” you teased him, but finally rose to your feet, the warmed-up paving stones pleasant under your feet.

“Yeah, well, I’m a bit of both, so I guess that’s fair.”

“Uh-huh, just as I like you,” you hummed as you watched him flow towards the wide steps you were about to walk down, carefully dipping your toe in – and swiftly pulling your foot back. “It’s cold!”

“Cold?!” Steve echoed with disbelief, shaking his head, but offering a compassionate smile when he realized you had been grilling your body in the sun for quite some time. “Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up.”

“Promises, promises…” you muttered, but took a deep breath and went as fast as you could handle before you could change your mind.

Steve’s hands welcomed you, pulling you flush to his warm body indeed, fingertips tracing your cheek before dropping a kiss to your nose. And cheek. And then mouth, lingering there, smiling against your lips, arm wrapping firmly around your waist.

Alright. Had you needed some convincing, this would definitely make the cut. Worth it.

“Incentive enough?” he teased against your lips, tasting of sunshine and well, a bit of chlorine. Still worth it.

“Hm… not entirely convinced. Maybe try convincing me again?”

You felt his smile widen minutely, the only warning you got before his palm spread over your nape to pull you closer, his lips back on yours, easily parting them and kissing you deep, taking his time convincing your very thoroughly, your recently activated hindbrain approving of the possibilities of having some fun time in the pool with him indeed.

You let your hands wander and appreciate the wide planes of his back, water gently flowing as you found yourself being backed into the wall of the pool. Steve’s arm slipped lower until he was cupping the globes of your ass, effortlessly coaxing your leg around his waist, opening you up to his hardening length, tongue exploring your mouth and echoing the needy noise you released when his hips rocked against yours. Now you truly felt thoroughly warmed up – in fact, the cool water felt like nothing against the inferno building in your veins, burning hot when Steve’s nimble fingers traced the hem of your bikini bottoms and slipped under.

“Guys, please, don’t fuck in the pool,” a wry voice sounded from above your head without warning, causing you to yelp and drop your hands in an instant.

Hadn’t it been for Steve’s firm grip on you, you’d jump and drop your leg too. As Tony continued lecturing you through the speakers at the ceiling, Steve had enough decency to stop tongue-fucking your mouth, simply resting his lips against yours; as if Tony’s interruption and lack of concept of privacy wasn’t maddening enough.

What the fuck? Why the hell was he even doing, watching you?! Or had he had Jarvis tell on you? Warn him off? That… would be fairly reasonable, you assumed, but--- principles! Privacy!

“I’d say get a room, but you literally have the room several floors down… and by room, I mean half the floor. That’s enough flat surfaces to have your lady on and against, Rogers. Keep the pool clean of your filth. PSA over.”

Steve withdrew at last, a colourful curse on his lips as he released the sweet grip on your thigh, long fingers withdrawing. Looking up at him, teeth worrying over your lower lip, you couldn’t but chuckle at his wide pupils coupled with a very, very annoyed face.

“I’ll kill him. Help me hide the body?” he suggested, clearly only half-joking.

More out of habit than anything else, you shook your head, the absurdity of the situation fully settling. Tony probably did have Jarvis to alert him if someone – who wasn’t him, ew, thank you, brain – was about to fool around in the pool. Not that that made it much better, that you weren’t special, but it certainly had you feel less violated… even if equally annoyed.

“Do you think he has microphones too?”

“I hope so. I hope we scarred him for life,” Steve said, frowning – and then his face suddenly lit up with mischief, fingers teasingly travelling up your thigh again, snapping the elastic of your bottoms against your hip. “In fact, I think I want to scar him further. What do you say? You up for the challenge? Let’s ignore the orders of the self-appointed overlord?”

You slapped his hand as much as possible in the water, laughing, shaking your head again. Then, you couldn’t but kiss the pout from his lips, an alternative plan already forming in your head.

You leaned to his ear, whispering.

“How about… we have some PG-appropriate fun in here. And if you behave, well, then I’ll think of an incentive for you.”

Steve’s hand found its way to your waist, squeezing.

“Okay…I’m listening,” he echoed your earlier words.

You leaned back and faced him, grinning. “Well, if I tell you, you could get too excited and you might not actually behave, so…” Deliberately slow, you trailed the tip of your index fingers down his sternum, over his stomach, following the treasure trail, your smiling turning coy. “You’ll just have to trust me that I’ll make it worth your while, don’t you, Cap?”

His dark eyes zeroed on your mouth as you popped the P, leaving your lips slightly parted, a quick dart of your tongue to hint what you came up so far to motivate him. When he met your gaze again, the black of his pupils burning, your stomach made a pleasant somersault; the look he graced you with spoke of a promise that he would certainly made it worth your while later. You couldn’t wait.

“I suppose you’ve got yourself a deal then, Agent Jones.”

“Good,” you hummed, dramatically offering him your hand to shake. He squeezed it with a smile perfectly mirroring yours, releasing your hand when you sweetened the deal with a kiss to his cheek.

Then, faster than the mighty supersoldier could comprehend, you swiftly slipped from his grip, pushing away from the wall and swimming away; not without kicking widely enough to splash water all over his hopefully scandalized face.

“Oh, you sneaky--! Just you wait!”

You laughed your ass off until his long fingers circled your ankle, pulling you back to him and flush his front – in a perfectly PG fashion. The punishment by tickles was brutal even under water, all while you squeaked and splashed some more, but damn it was still worth it.

And those incentive each of you delivered later? Even more so.

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Jhjkkflfblf I loved writing a simple “drabble” with happy little shit Steve so much 🥹🥺 He deserves the world and all things good.

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P.S. - as you can see, the grip GG and Sparkles have on me is as firm as Steve’s--- biceps 💪😂

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I usually avoid buying clothes online, especially unisex stuff because I am short as hell (5 foot) and have disproportionately sized boobs for my hight. So most things either don't fit around my boobs and get stretched in weird places, or fit me like a potato sack. Both options don't make me feel particularly good about myself so I end up never wearing the stuff and it becomes a waste of money.

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Kirishima’s Mystique:Ayanami’s Riot

It’s a known fact for some that the man called All for One was an absolute bastard. A generally vile, heinous piece of shit who seemed to go out his way to think the world and life was a comic book that existed to cater to his grand design as some Demon King. So of course his array of petty and vile actions often involved atrocities such as illegal scientific experiments whose very purposes and intentions were nothing short of basically spitting in God's face and pissing in his garden. Among those being the art of cloning with the intent to craft spare bodies, now you might be asking what does this have to do in terms of context?

Allow me to introduce you all to one such clone, a pretty little thing to say the least, known as Rei Ayanami. That was the name she'd been designated with from her particular test tube conception, as well as that of her fellow clones or sisters who'd been discarded as AfO didn't see any rhyme or reason to needing a female body, nevermind how and why they all developed female. Far as the so called demon king of villainy was concerned, they were just Nomu who'd be good for little more than well.....whatever any of his cannon fodder underlings could think of to do with them. Not that they got far enough to do that when naturally in came some pros busting in on their lab with a raid!!

It had all gone by in a blur but for the peculiar hivemind of clone girls, they seemed to now no longer find themselves as disposable assets but rather recognized as sapient beings with sentience, will and citizenship. Seems having an array of identical young girls made for great spaces to fill in the work force, for every office building a pretty face for a secretary or personal assistant, a waitress in a diner, any and every need possible. It helped that each Rei was pretty adaptable but some of their caretakers wondered a few things about them. That being why in the hell were they so goddamn sexy?!

Researchers had yet to determine the exact cause to how and why but the Reis all seemed to have a habit for physically developing into bombshells with looks that put pornstars to shame. I'm talking more curves than a freeway, thick and I mean THICC sexy cuties with voluptuous booties, the flexibility of Cirque de Soleil contortionist acrobats and legs that truly brought a classic ZZ top song to mind. Tits just ideal in firmness and softness that those meatbuns just called to have a skilled hand touch them, the muscle tone of an olympic swimmer and the exotic albino-esque appearance. All this and more made for a package that could only be called a walking sex bomb.

Yet just as much a mystery was that not one of the Ayanami swarm had yet to report or experience any encounter in terms of sexual activity, could be that maybe their quiet, often cold stoic looking personalities were off putting. Or that some were worried about whether or not they'd be willing to consent or if they were risking sexual harassment but all things considered, these girls were about as chaste as nuns. That was until a recent development of course occurred at UA University. According to a field report from one of the key handlers, Nemuri Kayama, aka the Rated R heroine Ms.Midnight who was shall we say quite explicitly graphic and detailed in regards to this development she witnessed by chance first hand.

It had all happened seemingly innocent enough as the Rei assigned to campus as her teaching assistant had seemed to, at least in her opinion, develop an interest or perhaps even a romantic if not sexual attraction towards one of her students. That being one Eijiro Kirishima, aka Red Riot, much to her delight, as the cute often seemingly mute homonculus girl would gaze at him silently with those ruby red eyes of hers. Seeming to especially take interest in whenever he was interacting with his girlfriends Mina and Maya such as holding hands or the brief little private moments they’d be making out, observing with almost voyeuristic curiosity. Or seeming to snap pictures of him on her phone when she’d catch him jogging by on a morning run or working out on the campus gym.

what follows of course in Midnight’s report could be considered overly graphic snd explicit in her descriptions and observations of her young charge and her sexual awakening. Snippets of psych profiles detailing numerous pornographic websites frequented by the albino mutant nomu, a collection of the pictures she had of Kirishima especially shirtless to which there were videos and photoes of her masturbating to them. As well as some peculiar documentation involving sexual education from the Rated R heroine herself and records of what had seemed to be a back and forth text chat with Mina and Maya, codenames Pinky and Mystique. To say that the HPS bureaucrats who had to read and check this report over had issues was an understatement .

But then of course the report went on to highlight how Rei’s behaviour had seemingly developed, wearing outfits intentionally a few sizes too small for her voluptuous frame or designed to highlight her sexiness to seeming to be more direct in approaching and socially interacting with Kirishima. Making small talk, one sided as it could seem but the hardheaded redhead was shown to do enough talking for both of them as well talk enough on the exotic girl’s body language in spite of her seemingly limited vocabulary. Then of course came the first act of sexual intimacy between the two according to a voyeuristic first hand account from Midnight as she had witnessed it in secret. Nobody wanted to ask exactly how and why she was there, quite frankly you’d be hard pressed to get an answer from her.

Apparently it had all begun playing out like an atypical scenario from a porn video, as the albino TA had the himbo stay with her after class, locking the doors as she immediately pressed herself to him, squirming in his firm embrace as they pressed their lips together in a heated, sloppy kiss. Their hands proceeding to remove one another’s clothing as their tongues danced together, Rei’s quiet but deep throated moans melodic and beautiful as she felt the object of he newly discovered sexual fantasies explore and caress her body. Her own hands relishing the firmness and heat of his muscular form as she kissed and licked her way down his torso, kneeling down to face his crotch. Looking at his cock and balls in awe as she grasped and started to stroke it, trembling with anticipation and arousal as her pussy gushed and dribbled with desire and need.

Midnight let out no detail of this illicit liaison, her vivid praise of Rei’s enthusiastic fellatio sounding like a critic praising a major award winning performance in how her charge sucked and blew on Kirishima’s cock. Let alone the himbo’s sexual experience ensuring the albino nomu girl’s world was rocked as he fucked her just about any and everywhere they could in that classroom. Rei seeming become devoted him with every orgasm he assaulted her with as if she were a bitch in heat being claimed by the alpha male she had courted with the results she had been hoping for. Her moans and gasps of pleasure often mixed in with her soft cries of his name with a tone of need and desire like she was becoming a junkie.

That being the cas, it eas all no small wonder that the first time would lead to several more interactions and encounters of a sexual nature and variety between the two. Midnight’s report a pornographic treasure trove of texts like out of a porn book to pictures and videos enough to stock pile an onlyfans profile. From the pair rutting in a beach shower cubicle to a secret late night skinny dipping romp in the campus rooftop swimming pool. Secret blowjobs, private cosplay roleplays and that was just one on one of course. It only escalated once Mina and Maya got into the equation.

One could almost swear Midnight wasn’t exactly being subtle in hiding the fact she wasn’t secret about her acquiring her a evidence. The fact she was in some of the pictures and videos herself made that very clear to say nothing of other women involved such as the Hawaiian gaijin lifeguard at the local community swimming pool or the skater girl gaijin general course transfer student. But most peculiar was that the more Rei interacted with Kirishima sexually, the more it seemed not omly like she got more closer with him intimately but something else occured. A sort of strange synchronicity among her fellow clone sisters.

Reports from the handlers and observers of the Rei found that not long after Kirishima’s regular erotic trysts, they all began exhibiting changes in their behaviour and personality. Dressing in the same casually sexy, erotic manner, outright courting attention for erotic intimacy but most of all? They all seemed to share the same romantic lust for him, as if linked by a hive mind of raw, primal desire. Scrapbooks filled with pictures of the red riot, sketchbooks of which many anatomical artist nude drawings were among them, even journals detailing sexual fantasies!! No one was sure what to make of it to say the least.

Let alone when the Rei who started it all set up her own OnlyHeroes profile account, filled with a library of not only her sex live with Kirishima and the women in his life. But also those of her clone sisters, as if being a literal one woman harem army for the Red Riot hero. From pseudo twins performing tandem blowjobs to videos of to roleplays involving step siblings, that was just the tip of the iceberg. As if Rei was wanting to show off and highlight the stud thst she and hers had all come to think of as their sex god.

Observations continue to be reported in regards to the Reis and their adaptation to regular society but extra careful has been noted to maintain vigilance in regard to this peculiar sexual behaviour. As well as whether or not any children that may be conceived by the Rei from their constant copulation with Kirishima. Who knows what next generation army may come about. And does this hive kind behaviour also include and extend to the Reis still in their tanks…..

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