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stevenose · 8 months
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don’t delete the kisses - 6/?
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a camboy!steve au
this installment contains: gender unspecified reader; camboy!steve; like a hint of sugardaddy!steve but it’s a HINT; affection; lil bit of inconsequential angst; lingerie (reader wearing); masturbation (reader)
authors note: i decided if i was going to write this long from i might as well write it grammatically correct lol so sorry for the formatting change! appreciate y’all, actual sexy time next chap PINKY PROMMY !!!
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“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Keith shoves his hand inside a bag of Doritos. It makes you want to scream. “They want it cleared out by the end of the week.”
“And you just learned this today?”
He nods, hand unmoving from the bag. You freeze, shocked by his casualty.
“And you’re not upset?”
“I’ve got the arcade,” he says, shrugging a shoulder towards next door. “Nostalgia for games is in, not VHS.”
You want to strangle someone. Mostly him. The door opens and men - movers - pile in with more boxes and dollies.
“If you help, you’ll get paid til the end of the week,” Keith says through a mouthful of chips.
“You understand I’m broke, right? You know my rent went up like a billion dollars and it’s a thousand for a week of groceries, right? And you’re giving me five days to find another job?”
He shrugs again. “You kinda should have seen this coming.”
Incredulous, you grab a cardboard box and stomp to the break room, pulling your phone out with your free hand.
i am so fucked
You wish he was here. To share a look with, to scream with. Though Steve wouldn’t really suffer like you’re suffering. You almost want to curse him for it. You shove a few tapes into the box, overcrowding it, not caring enough.
By who?
Not me. :/
You roll your eyes, but you smile wide.
don’t tease
just lost my job lol
He calls you a few moments later. “What happened?”
“They’re closing the damn store.”
“Finally?”
“I’m screwed!”
“I’ll be right there - give me half an hour, okay?”
He hangs up before you can protest. It takes 45 on a good day, but you know he’ll speed for you, which makes you smile and worry simultaneously.
You spent the night with Steve after your confessional, but it didn’t go any further. He insisted on having uninterrupted time with you. Neither of you wanted to risk being caught, either, so you instead curled up together. It was admittedly a little awkward - things were moving impossibly fast and much too slow. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to hold each other, or touch - but after staying up until 4 in the morning talking and giggling, your back ended up pressed against his chest, his warm breath fanning across the back of your neck. 
“Gotta take those little shits home,” he mumbled into your ear when you woke to whooping and singing only four hours later. His tone was apologetic, and he pressed a feather-light kiss right under your earlobe. “So, later?”
“Later,” you agreed sleepily, following him to the kitchen for coffee. 
It took everything for you to avoid Eddie’s prying eyes. 
But you hadn’t seen Steve since, both too busy the following day to make the trip. You’re relieved to see him, though nervous. What do you say? How do you act? There’s still so much that you haven't said. Too much and not enough time in between your last interaction with him. 
He busts through the door 27 minutes later, looking out of breath, as if he’d run to you. He searches for you among the sea of boxes before spotting you in the Fantasy section. You yelp as he grabs you, pulling you into the Adult section, behind the velvet curtain. 
“You okay?” he asks, rubbing your arms before pulling you into his own. You sigh, instantly comforted. “I’m sorry, this sucks.”
“Yeah,” you mumble into his chest. He smells like vanilla, some sandalwood. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. My rent - how am I gonna-?” You have to cut yourself off to stop yourself from crying.
“It’s okay,” he soothes. “I’ll help.”
“No, you won’t.”
“I will,” he insists, pulling back. “I’m serious, I will. It’s no big deal, I can afford to.”
“That’s - no,” you push. “Steve, you can’t pay my rent, it’s hundreds.”
“I probably owe you that much, don’t I?” He’s got an amused glint in his eyes. You pinch his chest lightly. 
“It’s not fair.”
“I’d do it for anyone,” he says, and you know it’s true. “Though you are my favorite.”
You bite your bottom lip until he pops it out with his thumb. “How about you just... pay for our dates?”
Steve scoffs. “I was already going to do that.”
“I’m not trying to use you.”
“I know.” He rubs your cheekbone with his thumb. It’s so wholly intimate, almost unbearable under his hazel gaze. “Let me do what I can, okay?”
You sigh heavily. “Okay.”
He pulls you into his chest again, resting his chin on the top of your head while his hands run soothingly up and down your back. “Besides. I know a few ways you can make it up to me.”
“Oh?” Your cheeks heat, stomach flipping, aching between your thighs. 
“Yeah,” he whispers, pulling back to look at you. “Like... stealing one of these for me.”
He reaches over your head to grab a video, pulling back to read it. “Ah, Big Tittied Bimbos Gone Wild III, an excellent choice.”
You giggle, grabbing his wrist to pull him into you again. “Sure. Guess you need somethin’ to watch while you work, huh?”
Which gives you an idea. 
You feel stupid when you set up your phone later that night, Steve back at his apartment after buying you lunch and helping you throw tapes into boxes. You’re dressed scantily, in your best lingerie, a set that’s sat in your wardrobe for months. You’ve done yourself up to look your best, wanting to look perfect for him. Like an angel. You bite your lip, sighing and trying to hype yourself up before pressing the circular red button.
“Hi,” you say shyly, moving to the chair stationed in front of your phone. “Wanted to send you something for helping me today.”
Behind your phone, your laptop is open, Steve’s profile and videos loaded up. The camera is fully on you, from the waist up, but he’s sure to know what you’re watching when he hears the audio. You press play on a video where Steve’s touching himself. It’s soft and sensual, little groans and moans slipping from his mouth as he plays gently with his cock. You try to ignore your image reflected back to you off to the side and move your hands up to your chest. You cup yourself, thumbs rolling over your nipples. You shudder and sigh, head thrown back just slightly but eyes still on Steve. Only his hand and lower half are present, and you wish you could see his face.
You feel yourself up, the ache below growing to be nearly unbearable. Your hands skim over your exposed skin, making goosebumps rise. You eventually move your hands behind you, unfastening your bra and letting it fall to the floor below you. Your nipples are pretty and perked from your attention on them. “Wish you were here,” you sigh. “Would love to feel your lips on these… and down here.”
Your hand trails down your stomach to the waistband of your underwear. You click to another video. It’s one of Steve fully exposed, his fingers dipping in and out of a fleshlight before fucking his cock into it. You follow the motions of his fingers, slipping the pads of them up and down your skin, letting yourself finally relax as the pleasure builds.
The video’s a full twenty minutes before you’re finished. You were sure to moan his name, along with strings of swears. Your body shakes and writhes with your orgasm, fully on display, and you smile blissfully to yourself. You have to upload it privately to your Google account because it’s much too big to send him via text. You smile maliciously as you send him the link, along with the text, in case you wondered what i looked like while watching you.
It’s stressful waiting for him to reply. You nearly lock your phone away while you wait. You’re disheartened after forty minutes with no reply, but after an hour, he does.
Unlock your door. I’ll be there in 25.
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mamawasatesttube · 11 months
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OOF. There are so many good prompts on that list, I could barely decide! But I feel like I gotta go with “They’ll find me, they always do.” Preferably as spoken by Kon?
Kon doesn't know where he is.
Well—okay, he has a vague idea. It's... a box, somewhere underground, designed for holding Kryptonians. Designed for breaking Kryptonians, if he's entirely honest; courtesy of Luthor, of course. The walls are twofold, with all the air pumped out of the gap between the layers so that he can't hear anything from outside, and the strange, uncanny silence alone would be bad enough without the darkness, away from any sun.
The only light is, of course, the fucking kryptonite.
It's getting old, he thinks woozily. How many times is Luthor gonna pull this kinda shit? Does he really think he can break Kon's spirit just with a little (okay, a lottle) physical misery? Does he really think Kon will ever give up any of Kal's secrets just 'cuz of some pain, misery, and humiliation?
Admittedly, having to hand himself over for a bunch of civilian hostages just to get slapped with a kryptonite fucking collar is pretty heavy on the humiliation front, but still. Kon's a goddamn joke. He can take being a laughingstock.
He heaves a sigh, closing his eyes. At least the floor is cold and soothing against his flushed cheeks; the hot flashes are better than the cold sweats, so he's grateful, for the moment. He just has to outlast this, that's all.
At some point, the loudspeaker in the ceiling crackles and jolts him out of his doze. "You look pathetic," Luthor informs him. Kon musters up the energy to raise a middle finger to wherever the infrared cameras in here might be. "Classy as ever, Supernova. You could end this anytime, you know. And frankly, you owe me your existence; you'd think you'd be more grateful than this."
Kon rolls onto his back just to raise a second middle finger to the ceiling, too.
Luthor sighs. "So stubborn. Why do you insist on drawing out your suffering? There is only one way this ends, and we both know that."
"Yeah," Kon mumbles. He's too tired and achy to keep his arms up any longer, so he lets them fall back down to his sides. "There is. They'll find me. They always do."
Judging by the hiss of breath, Luthor doesn't care for that answer. Kon smiles despite the burning under his skin, and closes his eyes again.
Some time passes. Kon drifts vaguely in and out of consciousness, thoughts swimming; when the pain and the nausea grow too overwhelming, he retreats into the part of his mind that never left the tube at Cadmus and lets himself float away from reality.
He dreams about the swimming hole a little ways from the farmhouse. It's in a small copse of trees that stand out on the flat horizon; he took Tim there earlier this summer. They splashed around, swam, and made out sitting on the water's edge; right as they were about to leave, Tim stole Kon's shirt and jumped in wearing it, just to make Kon wear a wet T-shirt the whole walk home, and laughed at his own prank on and off all afternoon.
Kon likes when Tim laughs. The memory makes him smile; he can almost feel the warmth of the sunlight on his back as he reminisces. God, what he'd do for some sunlight right now...
Bang. Bang. Bang.
BOOM.
Light floods into the room, artificial, fluorescent light that does nothing for him. Kon squints vaguely at the silhouettes cast against it, but doesn't bother to lift his head; he'd rather dream of the swimming hole and the cool water lapping at his clammy skin.
"Is that a fucking collar?" Cassie's voice, frigid with rage. Warm hands brush against his throat as she kneels, and the sound of metal snapping reaches him from far, far away. "I'm going to kill Luthor. I'm actually gonna kill—"
"Not if I get there first," Bart says, his voice strangely taut. "Hey, Kon. Wake up!"
Someone else is at his side, too. Red, and black, and white eyes in a dark mask... oh. That's Tim, Kon realizes woozily, as a gloved hand cups his cheek.
"Kon," Tim says. His voice is low and urgent. He's not laughing. The kryptonite is gone, Kon realizes suddenly; there's a metal box next to Tim's knee. Classic Tim, he thinks. Always prepared. "Kon, can you hear me?"
Kon blinks at him. He probably should answer, but... he still feels like he's floating, and none of it can quite reach him. It's fine. It's probably fine.
Tim's lips press together in a thin, tight line. Kon doesn't like that; he shouldn't look so tense and unhappy. He likes when Tim laughs.
"Shit, that bastard really did a number on him," Cassie hisses. "Here, move. I got him."
Tim reluctantly pulls away. Kon whines a little as his hand drops from his cheek; he doesn't want Tim to go. But then Cassie is there, gathering him up into her arms, and Kon sighs, relaxing; she's warm, and he's suddenly acutely aware that he's freezing, and he knows in her arms, he's safe.
"Let's go," Cassie says, standing with Kon in her arms.
"He's shivering. Hold on." Kon watches through weary, half-lidded eyes as Tim fiddles with the clasps of his cape, pulls it off, and... oh. Drapes it over him like a blanket, then bundles him up like a baby, in Cassie's arms.
"If you guys have Kon, I can go murder Luthor real fast," Bart offers.
It's probably a sign that his friends are really, really pissed that no one immediately says no murder, Bart. Kon can't figure out what's going on, but he knows he's safe now. He closes his eyes and sinks into Cassie's arms and figures he'll just have to ask them to fill him in later.
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xatsperesso · 10 months
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Don't mess with the teachers of Babyl
Another 'what if iruma got kidnapped'! But not as angsty as the last one
Hope you enjoy!
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A student was taken
He was taken from right under their noses, by a teacher.
They’re going to regret this. They’re going to regret this oh so much.
Iruma was not having a good day.
His day started great, actually. He was taking an exam to see if he’s strong enough to protect those dear to him! And, admittedly, he wasn't that strong. He let Chima-chan’s heart get popped, but! That means he now needs to get stronger! And his team still hasn't failed! They’ve survived a grand total of 24 minutes against the teachers of Babyl!! That’s a feat!
And then he got kidnapped.
But Iruma’s gotta say that he’s impressed! The teachers are really determined to act their parts! For a minute their Iruma truly thought that Atori-sensei was dangerous… but! Grandpa has yet to intervene, so he must really like acting! And Iruma admires that!
He is upset to have been taken out, and he’s been so close. He must have let down Chima-chan and Vine-kun, getting taken out like that when they've worked so hard.
And now he’s waiting for Atori-sensei to take him to the drop-out tent. It’s kinda boring in this cocoon. He keeps hearing Atori-sensei speaking, but he can’t really understand a word. it's all muffled gibberish to him. It's kind of weird that Atori-sensei didn't just let him walk to the tent after popping Vine-kun’s heart. He also can't hear any other voices, not even Kalego-sensei. He’s sure Kalego-sensei would have scolded Atori-sensei for using excessive force like this. He looked so serious when fighting Atori-sensei!
Maybe Kalego-sensei is protecting them? So they haven’t lost yet? Yeah, maybe Atori-sensei thought to take him out first and then pop the heart, but couldn’t. They’re such amazing Kouhais! And he’s glad Kalego-sensei didn't just decide to pop their heart!
…those 6 minutes seem to have been dragging on for a while, though. He hopes Atori-sensei doesn't forget to let him out.
“You can’t go after him-”
“He’s taken one of our treasures-!”
“He’s taken my student, but if we attack now, we won't take down the ones behind this-”
“He took Iruma-sama-”
“We need to know who’s behind this so it doesn't happen again-”
They were fighting among themselves. Those who weren't were barely holding back Dali-kun from…they’re not really sure. Either murdering Atori, which they don't really mind that much, or murdering Kalego, which they very much do mind. None of them have what it takes to handle the abnormal class like Kalego does.
Balam-sensei looked at the Chairman. He’s surprised he was still standing here and didn't go off after Atori and Iruma. He looks… rigid. Shocked, and on the brink of committing genocide. He seems in no state to be the decision-maker right now. But, he is their chairman, and they can’t really take a decision without him. He needs to get the chairman out of this stupor.
“What do you think we should do, Principle?”
So he put him on the spot.
Now all the eyes were on the chairman (Except for Dali-kun, but he’s in his wicked phase, so it’s not that surprising)
“Kalego-kun is correct,” Ifrit quickly put Dantalion in a head-lock to stop whatever he was gonna do “We must find those behind this attack. But, we can let Dali-kun stalk them, make sure they don't mistreat our treasure” and Dantalion was gone before the chairman even finished his sentence.
“Kalego-kun, Opera-kun, make sure he doesn't attack Atori-san. Of course, unless Atori-san has stepped over the line, then feel free to educate Atori-san however you like!” and once again, the demons addressed disappeared, this time waiting until the chairman was done talking before flying after Dali-kun.
“Balam-kun, Ifrit-kun, please deal with Shiida-san. The rest should calm the students down. The stress may cause some to enter their wicked phase! please make sure they don’t harm their fellow classmates if they do enter their wicked phases” With that, he started moving, but his eyes stayed on Oswell a moment too long.
“..Orias-kun, please come with me” Everyone gave Oswell sympathetic looks. This is the first time a lot of them saw their chairman pissed, and none of them wanted to know how he acted when someone threatened one of his people.
Balam and Ifrit shared a look and started searching for Shiida. They found her literally in the next corridor, her posture tense, and looks like she was ready to fight. Before either of them could apprehend her, she looked Balam in the eyes, and something in him hesitated.
“What,” She started, her voice shaking with barely repressed rage “Did…Atori do?”
“What..did he do…to Iruma?”
They never had a chance
Atori, idiot, dead Atori, should have known not to attack Babyl school.
Baal, cocky, arrogant Baal, should have known better than to target one of Sullivan’s family
Shiida, innocent, naive Shiida, should’ve come and told them right away if she really didn't want Iruma to get hurt, but Sullivan is satisfied enough with the information he got from her, so he'll deal with her later. 
Kalego and Opera managed to convince Dali not to attack Atori the second they found him, whispering promises of all the things he could do to everyone who put his treasure in danger, and if they were patient now, they can make sure it never happens again. For how dangerous Dali is in his wicked phase, it’s laughably easy to manipulate him.
Soon, Opera was calling Sullivan to let him know that Atori seemed to be heading toward a mansion built on a famous river. Sullivan’s response was that backup is on the way.
“If you’re sure that’s where Atori is headed, Get Iruma back now” He ended the call, and Opera relayed the information to his companions. 
A blink later, and Dali was holding the Iruma’s cocoon in his arms, cradling him gently, and whispering reassurances to him.
No one commented on the red footsteps he left behind.
They quickly got rid of the silk engulfing Iruma
"Iruma-kun!" They all screamed at a kinda dazed, very confused Iruma. Did the exam finally finish? Why are they screaming his name?
"Uh, hi sensei-?" Opera suddenly grabbed his face and started… checking him over? Were they worried that he'd suffocated in the cocoon? And Kalego-sensei was poking at his limb like he'd gotten hurt, but he's fine!
"Shenshei, Opera-shan, I'm fine" he looked behind them and there was Dali-kun, but he was acting kinda strange? He was staring at him weirdly, and doesn't blink 
He doesn’t think he could win a staring contest against Dali-kun. 
"'Fine'? Yeah, of course, you're fine after getting kidnapped" Kalego muttered as he continued checking him over, and casting a small healing spell just in case. Just until they hunt down Buer to check this reckless idiot over.
"Kidnapped?" Iruma asked with all the innocence of a toddler that has yet to learn how to fly, which made everyone freeze.
Slowly, Opera directed Iruma’s head to look him into his eyes so what he tells him will really reach his head that, apparently, has been swimming amongst the cloud while he was being kidnapped. 
"Iruma-sama," Iruma looked into Opera's eyes, and he’s really questioning whether all humans are this naive or it's an Iruma-only thing 
"You have been kidnapped"
Silence stretched for a moment, and all the adults were staring tensely at Iruma, waiting for whatever response this child could give to being kidnapped. 
"Oh," he starts "haven’t gone through that in a while" 
Wait what?
"Wait, what?" 
"Yeah, it's the first time a teacher tried to kidnap me. Normally it'd be a creep in a corner, but if I'd known I was being kidnapped I wouldn't have just let Atori-sensei take me"
"Let's just..take him to the school"
"I'll be reporting this, information to Sullivan-sama"
"I'm going to hunt everyone who has ever wronged this child"
"Dali-kun! You don't have to carry me-!"
"He's right, Dantalion-kun. I can hold him while you go after those in the castle" 
"Will you two just put him down? He has two working legs and two working wings, he can move on his own!"
Baal was sitting impatiently in his office, waiting for Atori's return. He'd gotten word that the idiot has left the school quickly, so he's probably fucked up the very easy instructions he's given him.
How hard is it to just follow the plans Baal stays up all night forming? Do they always have to destroy everything he does? There's no way the plan was so hard this time that Atori would've fucked it up in a week. All he had to do was to not attack children. Is that very hard to do, people? Is it that hard not attacking a bunch of high schoolers?
A sigh escapes him as he rubs his forehead, already feeling the headache that'll grow once Atori tells him why he fled the school. A commotion could be heard from behind the door and Baal sighed even harder, because of course. Of course, the first thing Atori would do is pick a fight with literally everyone in the building. 
Just as Baal was about to get up and stop the nonsense going on outside, the door exploded.
Fire, blue and hot and greedy, engulfed everything in the room and threatening to engulf Baal with it. Vines suddenly appeared through the ceiling and from the ground, shooting and piercing the chair Baal was in a moment ago. If Baal hadn't jumped these vines would have-
An arrow, strong and bright and so full of magic, shot through his chest, knocking the breath out of him. And strong hands wrapped around his neck and banged his head onto the floor.
He couldn't move.
The presence above him, still holding him down, was too powerful for him to do anything. There are only three demons who could dream of bringing him down like this
"Baal-kun"
And apparently, he’s angered one of them
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Sullivan! What is the meaning of this, attacking me like that!"
"Oh, so this is how you want it to go?"
The hands squeezed tighter, threatening to just break his neck with a single movement. 
"I did not attack you, Baal-kun. You simply went missing, just like Behemolt-kun did. Everyone knows this, Baal-kun, how is it that you don't?"
They've thought that everyone knew by now. No matter who you are, or what status you have. No matter how rich or poor you may be, or how much of a big shot you think you are.
No one messes with the teachers of Babyl.
And no one may touch a single hair of their students. 
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And that concludes the mairuma ideas that have stuck into my head and refused to leave. Hopefully I'll get other ideas or else I'll be super bored.
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chzdavmpr · 4 months
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Ok so I have read all of the manga Versus (The one by the author of One Punch Man) that is currently out, and this post will just be a collection of thoughts I have about it. Btw, if you haven't read it, I would definitely recommend reading it, or at least the first 2-3 chapters to see if it's your cup of tea. Go in completely blind tho. Trust me. Spoilers below for chapters up to 10a.
Firstly I gotta say, the concept is a very enjoyable one. One might say it's a little close to the multiverse concept, which many people are tired of at this point. But for me the idea is different enough here in execution that I feel it's still nice and fresh.
The worldbuilding is very fun. The way each of the 13 worlds (that we know of so far, I don't think they'll introduce more but who knows) look different visually, to where you can easily tell which one a character is from just by their clothes, or which world a location is from just based off looks, is just super satisfying.
I love how the concept is almost an inverse of One Punch Man and Mob Psycho. Where instead of the protagonists being overpowered beyond belief, it's every single enemy that's OP. It makes for a really fun dynamic, especially when written by One.
That being said, as of writing this, the most recent chapter is released is 10a, where Hallow is just about to fight Kiva, and I really really hope that they do not just have Hallow become strong enough to beat him. I feel that would defeat the point of the whole story. We saw a bit of that when Alio was able to somewhat hold his own against the giants and new humanity using a super ultra final technique, admittedly he still lost after like 20 seconds, but I think that for this story that's 20 seconds too long.
It takes a few chapters to just kinda introduce the premise, but once it got that out of the way I really liked the characters. They have very expressive designs, unique character traits, and work off each other very well even the nobodies just introduced in the giant mission to die have so much character (except the machine world ones, since they all have identical armor) it really makes you invested in them, and ups the stakes when the story shows that they do not have any plot armor and all of them can die.
Kayla is especially great. So far giving big neurodivergent vibes. Zaybi is another standout character.
The Natural Enemies are all pretty fun. Some of them seem pretty simple, like the giants, but others I want to know more about so much. Like what's the deal with Recreation Hell World? Couldn't they just go in there and start shooting the games? Do they like hypnotise you to force you to play? Or Misfortune World, do they just have kaiju or do they just have a lot of natural disasters? If it's the later how are they suppose to fight bad luck? Aren't the bandits of Lawless World definitely like the least of a threat since they are just humans? How is Mad God World going to fit into any of this, cause that one seems like a big deal? All of these questions and more are the kinds of things that keep me wanting to read more the most, it's such a fun setting.
Small note: WHERE ARE THE GAMERS? They literally appear in 2 panels (seen below). They are in the war room, they accidentally explain what their natural enemy is, and then they just aren't even in the background of any of the other panels of that room, or anywhere for that matter. Did they just walk home and no one stopped them?
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I love the fashion of New Humanity.
I do not like PanePane.
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welldonebeca · 2 months
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the devil in the marble (2)
Summary: First love is always a little foolish; you look at the person by your side and plan a life with them with the ease a child has at imagining a fairytale. It’s feverish and impatience, with new experiences and new feelings, and a comfort one has never felt before. After being asked to pose for a statue months before the 74th Hunger Games, Cato falls in love with its beautiful and odd sculptor. WC: 1.4k words Warnings: Fluff. Canon compliance. Autistic Character. Flirting
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Chapter 1
You admired the work in front of you, the fruit of hours and hours, months of dedication. A full-body sculpture of a man dying in the arms of his lover, their eyes in a lock as she watched over his last minutes of life.  It was to be sent to the Capitol tonight, and you'd be left to wait for your answer.
"Wow," you heard at the door.
You stood from your seat, holding the documents you were supposed to finish filling, and Cato walked into the classroom, his eyes right on the marble image before you.
When you realised you needed a model, he was the only one who had agreed to help you. Cato had actually offered himself on your second day of search, and only protested a little when you asked him to wear a wig. Of course, he wasn't there for the whole thing.
Cato was one of the biggest competitors to volunteer in the games this year, it was his last year and chance, and he wasn't going to let it slide, so you had a lot of images of him, both flat and holograms, of details and of his whole face. He had only actually posed for you a few times, so the sculpture was a bit of a surprise to him, he hadn't seen it fully done.
"When you said you were good, I didn't think you were this good," he mumbled.
You put a paperweight with your things and then set your bag right beside it, so as to not forget it, and walked to him, though his blue eyes were too focused on the marble.
"So that's how people see me?" he asked.
You looked at it. It was a close reproduction. You'd kind of made his nose a little shorter than it was supposed to be, and you were half sure he didn't have such plush lips, but there was only so much you could fix after a certain point.
"Kinda," you agreed. "Roughly."
He smirked a little, looking at your face.
"I'm big," he chuckled.
You giggled. Yes, he was. Both tall and strong.
"My mother called you very well-fed," you joked. "Made my brother jealous."
Cato looked at you and then at the statue again.
"You're good," he spoke at last, sounding impressed. "This... if you gave me a hologram and told me it was of real people, I would totally believe you."
You smiled, flattered. He was very sweet.
"I gotta apologise," he chuckled. "Cause I kind of doubted it would be good, I thought you were just..."'
But he stopped himself, shaking his head as you raised your eyebrows.
He thought...?
"Sorry," he said quickly. "I shouldn't... sorry."
"What?" you asked.
You'd passingly known Cato since you were a kid, in the way you knew most people from your school. He lived in the same neighbourhood as you, passed by you on the corridors and never lingered around.
Admittedly, as a kid, you had a little crush on him because he was one of the very few people who talked to you in class and tried to play with you when you had a hard time interacting, but that was over a decade ago.
Still, you were grateful that he had kept that kindness and positive feelings about you.
Cato shook his head.
"Never mind," he told you. "It's nothing."
You hated those words, never mind. People never said it truthfully, it always meant they wanted to share something.
"It is because people think I'm useless?" you asked him.
He stood a little taller and tenser.
You’d heard it time and time before and thought it was really silly.
"Cause it's fine," you assured him. "Really. I think hands have more uses than just fighting, and just because they aren't holding weapons, it doesn't mean their owner is useless. I know I'm not."
His cheeks became a little bit pink, although you couldn't quite see any shame on his face.
"You are really good at what you do," he affirmed, at last. "I think everyone in the Capitol will want to sponsor you."
That made you smile. Yeah, that would be super nice.
“I hope they do,” you smiled, chuckling a bit. “I owe them quite the money for this marble block. I don’t know how I’ll pay for it if no one wants it.”
It was very expensive to secure so much of it at once, your mother had had to insist with your father for days on end for it to happen.
He glanced at you and cocked a grin.
"If no one wants it, when I win the Hunger Games, I'll sponsor you," he told you. "And you can make as many sculptures of as many things as you want."
You smiled, although not so sure.
"Speaking of that," he turned completely to you. "I think they just released the names of the people who'll compete for this year's spot on the wall. Don't want to look?"
You shook your head, his excitement was not as contagious as he imagined it would be.
"I know I didn't make it," you reminded him.
Cato deflated a bit.
"You don't even want to check?" he insisted.
And you were about to say no when Juno's explanation about people crossed your mind.
"My sister said that when someone asks you if you want to do something, it might be a way of implying that they want to do that thing with you," you told him. "Do you want me to go see it with you, so then we can know if you passed?"
There was a look on his face, as if you had said something funny, or a half-joke, but Cato didn't quite laugh. Instead, he nodded.
"Yes, Y/N, that is what I meant," he told you, speaking slowly. "Would you like to go with me?"
"Yes," you confirmed. "That would be nice."
You turned to your table, took your documents and put them in your bag, and put it over your shoulder. Your mother was supposed to take a look into everything before sending it, you could finish it at home.
He waited for you, and you frowned when he outrightly reached for your hand as you walked out of the room, his skin warm and a little rough from fighting, but didn't pull away. It felt nice.
Cato walked you to the big board in the recreational room, already empty as the other students had left, and he pointed to the fingerprint readers.
"Are you sure you don't want to check?" he asked.
You stared for a bit. Well, everyone was supposed to check.
You extended the hand you didn't have on his and wiped it on your top, knowing well those things didn't read when you had powder or dirt on your skin, and pressed your thumb to the reader.
It read you, and you stepped back to watch the results.
Your picture and your position in the general school evaluation. And nope, you hadn't passed.
"Told you," you looked at him. "Good thing I don't need that to graduate."
You watched it for a moment, though. Those points were very important if someone wanted to go into Peacekeeper Academy, though. The higher your classification and grade - and the higher placement you had in the competition to volunteer, if you didn't go to the Games - the higher the chance you could choose where you would go after graduating. Your mother once told you she knew half the Peacekeepers in your town because they studied at her school, and were at the top of their classes, which meant they could just choose to work in their hometown and stay near their loved ones.
Cato pressed his thumb to the reader, waiting a moment before pulling back, still holding your hand in his free one.
He looked way happier in his photo than you did in yours when it came up, and none of you were even surprised at his grade. 12, the best grade one could get.
"Yes," he celebrated, raising his hands with yours in it. "Top of the class, I get to pick when I'll have my first fight."
Cato looked at you with a big grin.
"I knew posing for you would bring me good luck," he affirmed, looking so excited his eyes were glimmering. "I'm going to the Hunger Games this year, you'll see. You're looking at the 74th winner."
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flimflamfandom · 10 months
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Calvin’s Jacket
Calvin leaned on Ivy as they walked home from the Daisy one night. She sighed, and shivered.
“It sure is cold, isn’t it?” She rubbed her arms, her dancing dress too thin to keep any heat in. Calvin began to undo his trench coat and smiled. “You can borrow mine.”
“Really?”
“Aye.” He said. He draped it around her, and she quickly put her arms through the sleeves, admittedly having to work to get her hands to the other side. She purred. “Thanks, Freckle, that means a lot to me...”
Ivy grumbled as she woke up, still draped in Calvin’s Jacket. Helen, her room mate, looked over. “Morning, lover girl.”
“Mmmf...morning.” Ivy stretched and sighed, her fur matted oddly and her clothes from the night before still on. She looked down.
“He’ll want that back, won’t he?” Helen asked. “Cal and that jacket, I mean.”
“I’ll track him down and get it to him.” She smiled. “I like it, though...it’s nice.”
“Of course you like it.” Helen giggled. “Now don’t wear it to class or you’ll look silly!” Helen got behind a privacy wall and got changed. Ivy did, as well.
“Do you like it?”
“Do I like what, class with Dr. Holcomb? Hell no.”
“The jacket.” Ivy said, sheepishly.
“...you’re gonna be on about that jacket all day, aren’t you?”
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Calvin stretched and sat up in bed, reaching for his jacket. He blinked. He didn’t find it...
“Oh!” He nodded. “I did give it to Ivy, didn’t I?” He thought a moment. “Wandering around the university and looking for her might seem a bit...predatory.” He thought aloud. “She’ll give it back to me...besides, I’ve got another-”
Oooooh, he gave that spare one to Rocky. And Rocky used it to burn a guy to death. Calvin groaned and looked through his wallet. Work at the Daisy was dangerous, but lucrative...
-
Ivy got back to her dorm, and started on work. She got to her little chalkboard, and...shivered. “Eugh. How can I do polynomials in this awful weather?” She thought. She slumped, until she looked over at her bed. “It’s still here! I gotta get it back to him, but-...ahh, what the hell.” She slipped it on. It still smelled like him, a little. It had a bit of his fur on it here and there. She wrapped herself up in it, and eventually fell on the bed, giggling like a schoolgirl. She sat up, and snapped her fingers. “RIGHT. Time to do math.”
She hoped he wouldn’t mind a bit of chalk...
-
Rocky patted Calvin’s back. “Cal! Freckle! Calvin! Ol’ Cousin, ol’ chum, ol’ roguish brogue, ol’ buddy-o-mine! How’s-...oooooooh....” The new jacket was gray, and matched his flat cap a little more closely. Rocky looked him up and down. “Entertaining, tonight?”
“I loaned Ivy my jacket last night, but I got so busy I forgot to ask fer it back.” He said. “So I splurged a bit and bought a new one. Too cold not t’have one tonight.” He smiled. “She looked cute in it.”
“This one goes better with her fur, I think. In any case, where is she?”
“Homework tonight. I think something with...math?” He shook his head. “She tries so hard to teach me how it all works, but it’s above my head.” He grabbed a few things. “Where to tonight?”
“Well, let’s just say you’d better be okay sending that coat to the cleaner’s after one day...”
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Ivy woke up with chalk in her hand and with Calvin’s jacket still on. She grumbled. “mm...freckle...” She wriggled a bit before she sat straight up. “FRECKLE!” The jacket was covered in chalk dust. She looked down. “Oh, jeez...it looks like an eraser!” She looked at her hand, all dry and matted because of the chalk. “Eugh...i have GOT to be healthier about this.”
“You can say that again/” Helen remarked, snidely. “How’d you sleep, Newton?”
“Newton was calculus - this is non linear algebra.” Ivy rolled her eyes. “If yer gonna make fun of me at least do it right!”
“Sure, sure...” Helen walked over. “Still in his coat?”
“Still...I like it! This might sound weird, but no one’s ever given me their coat before...I kinda like the thought of it.”
“NO ONE has given you a coat before?”
“Not like this, no.” Ivy said. “I guess I’m just...attached, is all.”
“Well, you should be attached to getting to the Daisy.”
“The dai-...OH GOD!” She looked at a clock, quickly washed the chalk off her hands, and ran.
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Calvin walked back into the Daisy and looked himself over. “Rocky,” he scraped some dust off his coat, “I’m never doing multi day work with you again unless you TELL me what we’re doing to the person.”
“It was one fire! One MEASLY little- Oh, hello, Miz Pepper!” Rocky tipped his hat exaggeratedly and bowed. “Your prince has arrived!”
Ivy smiled. “Freckle!” She was winded, and her hair was a bit tousled. She ran up and hugged him, still catching her breath. “I was...phew...I was late to work...long night last...huff...”
Calvin smiled, and straightened her hair. “Easy, easy.” He kissed her forehead. “...breathe first.” He said, his hand on her cheek. She looked at her hands. “I, uhm...I got some...chalk on your jacket last night.”
Calvin looked down at the edges of his new jacket - covered in mud...and was something singed on the end of it?
“...I can live with chalk dust.” He said. “Thanks fer bringing it back.” He squeezed her once more. Ivy smiled, finally catching her breath.
“It made me think of you.”
“Oh?” Calvin’s smile widened. “Good things?”
“Good things.”
“Good grief, more like.” Rocky crossed his arms. “Every MOMENT with you two is some sort of melodramatic romantic escapade!”
“Rich coming from you, you’re the KING of Melodrama!”
“I am not!”
“You cried when there was one less pancake than usual laid out for you.”
“...on the subject of pancakes-”
“We’re HAVING A MOMENT!” Ivy Yelped.
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Leona and Dee drabble bc im sore from workouts and felt like writtin this
4 years after Dees graduation from NRC (i dont feel like doing any other world building other than that lol):
The first thing Leona heard waking up from his nap was the sound of keys outside the door. Normally the sound of the door opening would follow, but as usual it took Dee a solid half a minute to actually figure out which way to turn the key to unlock the door. Leona didn't understand why he insisted on locking the door every time he left, but it was funny to hear the same grumbles of annoyance every time Dee came back from wherever he went.
Their shared apartment wasn't that large, neither of them were actually fond of too big a living space, so Leona only had to shift himself slightly on the couch to be able to see Dee closing the door behind him.
"Ughhh." Leona watched as Dee kicked off his shoes and threw his phone and keys onto the table. His face was more red than normal and his hair had curled up around his face from sweat.
"Everything hurts." Dee face-planted into the chair to the side of the couch, his legs dragging onto the floor.
"What happened to you?" Leona laughed to himself as Dee turned his face to look at him with fake misery.
"You know how I said I should start working out?" Dee let out another fake whine as he turned his face back into the cushion, too lazy to finish his sentence.
"Well at least I won't have to hear you complaining about not being strong anymore."
"Yeah but you'll have to deal with me complaining about endless pain."
"The soreness will go away if you keep with it. Go ice, it'll help."
Dee pulled himself up enough to sit in the chair properly only to throw his head back to complain more "But I don't wanna ice! It takes so long and I gotta position myself uncomfortable to make the bag stay."
"Well at least go shower. You smell like shit."
"Thats the smell of muscle baby~" Dee groaned as he lifted himself up and trudged his way through the apartment. Leona also pulled himself off the couch and toward the fridge in the kitchen area. Dee was going to be starving in about ten minutes and a combination of not wanting to hear more complaining and kinda feeling nice today made Leona decide to make lunch for the two of them.
"Leftovers? Really?" Dee stared at the reheated remnants of the previous nights dinner. The dinner he made.
"You should be happy I even made you anything."
"Oh I am so blessed, you stuck a plate in the microwave for fifteen seconds for me." Despite his sarcasm, Leona watched Dee sit down and start shoveling food in his mouth the second he was done talking.
"It actually took thirty seconds."
"Oh now thats effort." Leona laughed as Dee struggled to talk with a mouth full of food.
"Food first. Then talk." Leona sat down across from Dee and also started to eat. Admittedly almost as fast and messy as his partner, but at least he had the decency to not talk with food in his mouth.
"Don tell me wah ta do." Leona looked up at Dee with a disgusted look, which only made Dee snicker at him. To Leona that stupid grin was recognizable in almost every situation. Food related or not.
Dee dumped his plate in the sink to wash later before walking over to the couch and laying down right where Leona had been earlier.
"Hey- no that's my spot." Leona set his plate in the sink as well and also made his way to the couch.
"Move your feet, lose your seat." Dee smiled that stupid grin again, before turning away from Leona.
"Oh, we'll see about that." Before Dee could protest Leona had grabbed him around the stomach and pushed him off the couch, reclaiming his spot with confidence.
"Hey! You tryna put me in more pain?!" Dee's face shot up from the ground into view, but the rest of him stayed sitting on the ground.
"Suffer." Leona yawned before shifting himself on the couch, planning to resume his nap from before Dee got home.
"Rude."
"hmm."
Suddenly Leona felt a weight on his torso and looked down to see Dee shoving his way into the space between Leona and the back of the couch.
"Seriously?"
"We share rent, we can share the couch."
"I pay more of the rent than you do."
"I still pay some of it." There it was. Stupid grin again.
"...Fine." Dee snickered as Leona readjusted himself so the two of them could lay comfortably on the couch. Though if he knew this was gonna happen he woulda just moved his nap to the bed.
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outrunningthedark · 1 year
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While we're still on the subject on Timothy shifting focus to LS, I kinda remember seeing people complaining/mentioning that OG fans have been asking for a baseball episode but LS got them first instead. Not to mention LS's gay wedding proposal using a few notable elements of Buddie's legal guardian reveal. Not to mention LS having Bi rep first when people have been asking for Bi!Buck or Bi!Eddie, regardless of the can of worms I just opened.
I really don't want to be that person with "the grass is greener on the other side" mindset and I'm afraid you answering this will start a discourse on your back, but doesn't it feel like Timothy takes either what works on OG or what OG fans want and applies them on LS instead to boost the latter while keeping OG... what it is?
(I'm not worried about the discourse. People get mad very easily when they misinterpret the meaning behind a post and don't ask for clarification.)
Yes to the baseball episode! The Eddie fans in particular have been pushing for it due to Ryan's love of the game/his role in Everybody Wants Some!!, but LS got it because...idk. It looked "cuter" for Carlos to root against his own people for TK? It was an opportunity to revisit Owen's anger issues? The proposal scene...boy. What makes it extra hard to digest is that Tim worked with Bob Goodman (as in, his name is in the credits) the same way he admittedly worked with Kristen to create the hospital scene. It's pretty easy to see, in my opinion, how Tim took something from a year ago and went "What would that scene have sounded like if they were actually together?" and applied it to the canon gay couple. If Buddie were canon when that convo took place, it wouldn't have *just* been about Christopher. It would have been about Eddie not wanting to waste another moment without Buck now that he came close for a second time (just like the Tarlos proposal happened after TK & Owen talked about living in the moment because "that's all any of us have").
The sudden bi rep...you gotta laugh, almost. OG fandom is so caught up in its own feelings that not having a canonically bi Buck or Eddie meant Tim was allergic to bisexuality. Except...no, He's not. He just didn't want to make either of THOSE characters bi. He (yet again) took something from OG and found a way to make it juuuust a bit different. OG has lesbians. LS has bi and trans rep. "A little something for everyone", as they say. There's also the way that a concerted effort is made to keep Grace and Judd connected despite their schedules, whereas OG fandom has to make excuses like "It makes sense that Madney can go more than one episode without interaction when they work different hours." Judd...literally drove to the dispatch center to check on his pregnant wife. Grace...talks to her husband while he's trying to perform a rescue. Even Sierra previously said that she believed Tim knew better than to have Judd MIA for Charlie's birth 'cause he'd get grief from the fans, but OG fan base's opinion was irrelevant when deciding to write Chimney out with no explanation? That's how it is now? Following the 911verse has basically become a game of "If you don't like the way OG did something, just wait to see it end up on LS." Maybe being too predictable is a bad thing in this case considering LS can't keep up ratings-wise. But don't fret! The Big Gay Wedding that fans actually get to enjoy will help. 🤪 (In all seriousness, I do hope the numbers are good that week, but the effort given to Tarlos vs. the long established lesbian couple in 5x18...what exactly was I supposed to be praising Kristen for? Not making the blink-and-you-miss-it ceremony about a couple of hets?)
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do you have a fave player to draw from each team? or if you haven’t drawn a player from each team (/maybe even if you have and he wasn’t your fave) who do you think they would be?
ahh this is gonna be a long one! i'm taking you at your word and listing one from every team..... under the cut :D
also i've divided it up based on the teams each player was on when i drew them!
favourite players i have drawn, by team:
East
sens: definitely chabby! however i will also note that i have not yet drawn timmy in a finished piece and i am very much aware of how criminal that is. i will try to rectify this soon.
canadiens: i haven't drawn many but probably pk!
leafs: auston bc he's got really nice distinctive features! conversely i don't like drawing mitchy bc he's too conventionally attractive :( another forbidden answer is bertuzzi . he was so rancid i HAD to draw him and it was admittedly fun.. but it was only a one-time thing.....
panthers: obviously matty tkachuk :)
bruins: sway! he's got the sweetest face BUT so too does ully.. hm..
red wings: dylan larkin, gorgeous nose
pens: s. crosby, legendary nose
flyers: nolpat! love his blush and lashes and terrifyingly blue eyes
canes: brady skjei in all his grey glory <3
devils: nico!!! amazing brows
West
avs: natemac, no question. PHENOMENAL nose, dare i say the best. though cale is a close second!
wild: kirill!!! squishy and doughy
jets: i've only drawn heller and his HUGE ears but it was still fun
stars: robo my beloved!! though seggy kinda reminds me of mtkachuk (?just me??) so he's been fun too
chicago: so far only seth jones
oilers: i Cannot Believe i'm saying this but...... connor. he seriously grew on me like a zebra mussel. i had such a hard time getting his features right at first (why is his mouth so small. why are his eyebrows Like That. what's up with his facial hair) but he's. he uh. listen davo propaganda is real and i have submitted completely to it. i love drawing him now
sharks: i've only drawn ekarlsson but he was so fun with the flow and twirly mustache
ducks: definitely jamie drysdale! i am a sucker for freckles..... praying for his contract 🙏
canucks: only quinn as of yet but he is fun and pretty
kraken: only matty beniers but he is extremely fun!!
knights: only mark stone but he's been fun too
teams whose players i have not drawn but want to:
East
lightning: i tried drawing vasy once and it went Very Badly. i think it'll be the same for stamkos. so maybe bogo!
sabres: definitely need to draw jeff skinner!! maybe i'll draw him with ej and josty just to make myself sad
islanders: mat barzal bc he reminds me of a handsome version of br*ndon urie
rangers: zibanejad!! i'm quite fond of him bc he looks like a male bearded version of one of my friends 😭
caps: nicke or sonny!
blue jackets: i don't really know these guys but maybe gaudreau.. he always looks a little freaked out, so. interesting
West
yotes: matt dumba! he reminds me of another one of my friends
preds: erm.... i gotta admit ryan o'reilly. he's very pretty to me and i don't really know anyone else on the preds...... i love tbear but he's a little plain for me 😭
blues: brandon saad, super cute smile!
flames: i've drawn matty tkachuk while he was on the flames but he's otherwise represented on the list so i don't think he counts..!! so maybe naz or hanny?
kings: either kopitar or pld!
i really like to draw players with distinctive faces, but i am extremely partial to those i've emotionally imprinted on.. as well as those i've already drawn multiple times...... you can see i've got a bit of an eastern atlantic bias haha
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please please please PLEASE tell us more about Jackson!! Since he's close to his grandma, did he pick up knitting from her? They sound like they hung out together a lot.
ILY GUYS SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT JACKSON
Paul Jackson HC's Because He:
Absolutely picked up knitting from his grandma!!
He used to hold the yarn for her while they would sit on the porch together. She let him talk to her about his old like while she was knitting
Eventually he asked to learn and she started teaching him
He's, admittedly, not that great at it, but he can make a mean ass pair of gloves
She also taught him embroidery/sewing which he picked up a lot better
I like to imagine that when he and Roach were on their squad together, someone would rip something or get a tear in their clothes and they would immediately bring it to Jackson for fixing
He'd do this big huffing and puffing thing about it and make them give him their desert at dinner for payment, but secretly he liked having something to do with his hands
Roach is the only person to ever call him out on it
Struggles with sudden/loud noises because of the nuke from his first life. Usually has headphones in or earplugs in to help with the noises
Absolutely had a Barrack Bunny phase in his first life. He'd slept with nearly everyone on his squad at one point or another
Didn't in his new life, primarily because the only team member he thought was hot when he first joined was Griggs and, unfortunately, he knew the man was straight
Had his sights on Roach the moment he was put on the team. Like literally was introduced to him and went "Friend shaped :)" and that was that
Notorious for fucking up homophobic members of the squads during training
Like genuinely got to a point where Griggs was literally vetting people coming onto the squad because if he didn't and they said one thing off Jackson would be sending them on leave with an "accidental" broken arm or nose
Never got in trouble for it because none of the other members of the squad were gonna say shit when he was doing it for a good reason
Freaks out anytime he hears Roach call him Paul because, even though its his name, he's gotten so used to just being called Jackson by the man
Jokingly gave Roach his nickname, only meant it as a one time joke when he said it, but he saw the way that Roach's face lit up at the nickname so he kept using it
Terrified of bugs/worms, Roach knows this and used to pick up worms to show him
Anytime there was a bug in the barracks Jackson was on his bed yelling for Roach to get the thing
"ROACH ROACH GET IT OH MY GOD. Thank fu-DONT BRING IT OVER HERE! NO!"
Literally forgets that he was in the military half of the time, especially now that he's back home
"Yeah this guy was talking about how he was military and about how he used to get sent on solo missions. It didn't sound right to me, but what do I know"
"Jackson...literally of course it didn't sound right you were in the military dipshit that shit would never happen"
"Oh yeah, I was wasn't I"
Sleeper Build. Man looks kinda skinny and lanky, but could probably bench press Ghost.
Used to use it to his advantage and literally sling Roach over his shoulder as a joke.
"Well man, I gotta get to training"
"You gonna bring Sanderson with you"
"Naturally"
*literally picks him up and slings him over his shoulder to carry him to training.*
Roach struggled the first few times but eventually just accepted it
He owns his own small gym and works as a personal trainer there now that he isn't in the military. It caters to new people in the gym specifically (but allows anyone in)
His gym has a large population of moms because they all come to some of the classes that he offers cause they think he's hot
He has no idea thats why, he just thinks he's a good teacher
I'm gonna stop for now, but you guys will be getting more Jackson later because HE
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The music sucks, the tie’s half strangling him, and the shoes are crushing his damned feet, so Clint does what he always does at places like this - finds someone else who looks just as fuckin’ miserable as he is.
It’s a toss-up between the old lady with the purse full of candy and the killer aim, and the teen socialite with unfilled piercings all the way up his ears - either way, he figures he could teach ‘em how to get a canape into a wine glass at a hundred paces - but then Clint sees him. And his resistance to temptation has allways been lower than it oughta.
In his defense, when he gets close enough to see, the guy looks like he’s enjoying this about as much as Clint is. He’s putting on a decent show of it but his jaw’s tense as hell and he’s checking the exits like a sinner in church. Although he doesn’t startle when Clint sidles up beside him, just eyes him like he’s already been part of hte threat assessment, he does look kinda surprised when Clint brandishes a plate of the best available snacks. 
“I’ve got a whole bunch more in my pockets,” Clint reassures him, when he looks kinda hesitant to accept it. “Plus a flask in my pants for whatever I can get from the free bar.” Admittedly, that one’ll be going to Nat - he doesn’t drink more than beer, ‘cos he doesn’t like what the harder stuff might make him.
“In your pockets.”
The guy says it flatly, but Clint can tell he’s amused.
“Sure, napkins take care of the worst of the sins, and a decent hoover attachment’ll take care of the rest. You’ve gotta get something good out of attending this kinda gig, right? I mean, I considered bringing Tupperware, but I’m told it’d ruin the line of my suit.”
And that is definitely a considering look. A thoughtful, slow and appreciative look.
“Wouldn’t want that.”
“I’m Clint,” he says, and attempts a charming smile. Reviews and reactions have been mixed in the past, but this time it seems to hit just right, and the guy doesn’t make a pretense out of the way his eyes drop to Clint’s mouth and stay there.
“Bucky,” he says, and wears a small smirk of his own. 
(Clint’s gonna need more than a hoover attachment to clean his tux by the end of the night, but Bucky’s number fits into his pocket even with all of the vol-au-vents in there, and it sure as hell counts as something good.)
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dokuhai · 8 months
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OOC. Admittedly I've been lurking a bit ( the bae and I have had so many busy weekends and plans since before we even left for Japan, which has been a lot for two introverts lmfaooo so I've just been trying to take it easy + am also coming to terms with how my adhd impacts literally Everything I Do™ these days fhsdjfn ) but I know @godkilller mentioned my lovely vampire verse sims a while back ( which i'm still working on!!! ) and OF COURSE I NEED TO SHOW THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED LOL ( dw i'm using a read-more in case you're like 'jackie no one cares about ur sims' ) hdsjkfh
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OKAY SO here's vamp!Gin showing off his baby blues and being all cute and innocent-seeming. I'm super happy with how he came out!! here's a full body version of him because i'm also super happy with his outfit hfdkjshfks
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WHAT A HOTTIE AMIRITE?! Look at that long black jacket! THOSE COMBAT BOOTS! he's a spooky figure lurking the streets at night hfdjskhfks BUT WHEN he's not looking all human-like, he's got fangs and the whites of his eyes turn black and his irises turn an almost neon blue color ( he's hot in all forms okay )
Here's a picture of vamp!Gin reading in his loft-style apartment ( apparently he loves to read??? the more you know! )
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AAAAA I LOVE HIM HE'S SUCH A DORK. LOOK AT HIM JUST SITTING THERE. PRECIOUS BBY.
Speaking of precious babies, here's him with his stray cat friendo named Asparagus - leave it to Gin to befriend a cat in a dinosaur onesie JKDSBVKSD
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LOOK AT HIS FACE / LIPS ALL PUCKERED I LITERALLY CAN'T WITH THIS LOL
okay so NOW ONTO THE LOVELY RANGIKU:
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she's such a fucking babe it drives me nuts fhsdkjfhks I gave her shorter hair since that's the cut she sports for the most part in that verse ( kinda like the blood war haircut she has?? ) i want to get her to a more yellowy-blonde color but for now that's the best I could do. Here's a closeup of her cute lil face ( yes she has freckles FIGHT ME )
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She wears primarily silver jewelry as it stings any vamps that get too close to her in this verse. god i love her i am SMITTEN---
HERE'S A PICTURE OF HER OVER A CAULDRON CONCOCTING HER LIL POTIONS ( god i wish she would step on me, i'd literally hop right into this pit of boiling hot potion water if she asked me to--- )
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SHE'S SO CUTE I CANT.
Also here's a picture of her hanging out with her bestie ( aka Izuru - my Rangiku is besties with Izuru in every verse ok fskdjfhks ) AND YES HE'S ENTHUSIASTICALLY TALKING ABOUT LLAMAS??? Izuru why??? lmfaoooo
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I tried to get a picture of hunter!Rangiku and vamp!Gin on a date, but he literally pulled out this juicebox and photobombed what could've been a cute pic ( how on brand hfdskjfhsd )
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LIKE WHAT KIND OF VAMP CAPRI-SUN IS THAT!??!?!? LMAO
OKAY LAST BUT NOT LEAST -- here is the only and only Aizen! He's got his everyday 'innocent' human-esque look, and his own vamp look ( since he's a big bad trying to become a fucking demon to acquire more power etc etc )
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so innocent amirite ??? reminds me a lot of that one manga panel where he's wearing a scarf and talking to rangiku and toshiro about birthdays ( yes I know he's not wearing a scarf in this picture BUT WORK WITH ME HERE--- )
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Here he is with scarier eyes and fangs and all that jazz ( gotta get the slicked back hair ) ( and yes i know his fangs aren't showing here I'M TRYING OKAY--- )
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Here's Aizen feasting on some barista and wiping his memory ( what a great Lad )
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And of course, I gotta get the Aizen and Gin chess-playing shot ( they literally Detest each other in this game I'VE TRIED TO HARD TO GET THEM TO BE FRIENDS but Gin rejected him and Aizen declared Gin officially his 'enemy' - it's amazing I even got THIS screenshot / usually they just go straight into a vampire brawl lmfao )
ANYWAY I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THIS I WOULD LOVE TO POST MORE CONTENT IF PPL ARE INTERESTED! i really want to get Keiko in this verse but we'll see how possible that is lmao hfjksdhfs ANYWAY CARRY ON---
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Just a drabble. Because what's love besides annoying your lover whenever given the slightest chance lol
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The key jangled, fumbling a little in the door's lock. Gill had gone out for a little while, just now coming back to the house. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as the door clicked and swung open.
Stepping back inside, already closing the door, the first thing she sees is Vash. Vertical, only one hand on the floor holding his entire body aloft while he does a series of push-ups; his white shirt has fallen away from his stomach to reveal the muscles he's maintaining underneath it.
Immediately swept away by the sight, she simply stands where she'd stopped by the front door and stares. It only takes him a minute to notice her, locking eyes where he balances. His arm trembles somewhat as he gives her a cute, wide lopsided grin. His face is a bit red from his workout. "Welcome back." He says, his voice just edging on sounding out of breath too.
"Yeah hey." She says, distracted. She loves her boyfriend.
Vash drops, lowering himself to roll onto his knees then stand, now at his feet. He lifts his shirt to wipe at his face, looking at her. He raises a brow. "Your face is kinda red, love."
"Is it?" She pries her eyes from his stomach to look into his face. She coughs back inside her throat. "Enjoy your workout?"
He drops his shirt. "Yeah; it was just a quick one. Wanted to make sure I did a little though." He takes a deep breath. Vash has pretty much always had great stamina, it takes a while for him to get out of breath totally. Gill knows a quick workout for him is likely upwards of an hour. He gives her a wide grin, opening his arms for her. "But now I'm just glad to see you."
She smiles, walking towards him. "Me too." She gets closer, just about to hug him. But when she's close, she crinkles her nose and backs away again. "Ew, gross, Vash."
"Huh? What?" He looks genuinely confused.
"You smell, love." She pulls a face, waving her hand. His quick workout has caused the scent of sweat to cling to his body; she'd seen the gleam of sweat on him before, though was too far to catch a whiff. It definitely made him look handsome, dripping on the lines of his toned body and beautiful face, the smell wasn't as attractive however.
Vash looks at his arms, the sweat on them that he hadn't payed much attention to before she said anything. "That smelly?" He asks.
"Yeah, for real. I love you, darling, but no hugs until you get rid of that smell." She tells him.
"No hugs?" He pouts. The frown is cute, however she's not going to budge. After a few seconds, a mischievous look comes to his eyes. "Awe, it's not that smelly, see." And he quickly closes the distance in one long step and wraps her into a tight hug.
She squeals, having been unable to get away before he snatched her, already squirming. He's way stronger than her, however. Her weak struggling does nothing. He keeps her pressed tightly to his damp body, she can feel the planes of his muscles underneath his shirt, and the waves of the smell of his sweat hitting her senses. Admittedly, she always loves hugging him, however the scent is not something she enjoys. She tries to push away from it. "Vash ! That's gross ! You gotta shower !"
He laughs, shaking her in the hug. "I thought you liked hugging me?"
"I do, but c'mon." She pouts, trying to angle her face away from the sweat. "Yuck, lemme go !" She cries.
He hums, chuckling. "Alright, I can. There's just one price." He gets her to actually look at him. "You gotta give me a kiss."
She pouts, wanting to kiss him while disliking getting anymore of the smell. She relents, though. Getting onto her toes, she gives his patient lips a kiss. Immediately after leaning away from the smell. "Now please go clean yourself off."
He releases her, not hiding any of his amusement at her disgust for the smell. "Alright, alright."
Gill backs several steps away, catching a whiff of herself. "Gross, now I smell like it." She groans softly.
Vash pushes his hair back, angling his head. "Sorry, my love. You could always shower off with me though." He offers her.
She thinks, nose crinkled. "Only on the condition you get in first and get some of that scent off then I can join and shower with you."
He laughs. "It's a deal." He says, already walking towards the bathroom to shower. He's gonna have to give her plenty of non smelly hugs and kisses to make amends later.
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bvannn · 1 month
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Weekly Update February 9, 2024
The sick has returned. I took my medicine for it this morning but so far it doesn’t seem like it’s gone away, but admittedly my symptoms today could be the result of me having a bad day and it being cold outside, and not necessarily the sick. That’s also why I’m posting this update earlier than usual. If it persists tomorrow I’ll know it’s more surgery side effects, and maybe I’ll message my doctor if it stays throughout the week again. Last week went pretty well so I want to assume this week being messed up was just a fluke. I still got some stuff done, though.
I got a bunch of drawings done, most of them epithet erased and fanart rather than OCs but that’s fine. Fwiw I did get a few more comic pages done, though not one a day like I was hoping. I’ll try another tonight, maybe more if I’m in a good mood. I’m also starting to listen to more music, which should hopefully get inspiration flowing a bit better so I can do more OC art as well.
I still got an animation shaped void I need to fill but haven’t figured out what to do yet. I’d like to try something to music but I gotta get a song done first. So I’ve been trying to work on music but I’ve been so scatterbrained that it’s a bit hard. I’m hoping this weekend I’ll have time, but good chance I’ll try to spend it keeping my mood high instead. I guess I could do some OC animation tests, figure out how clip studio animation works too. Maybe.
Music: been toying with some slow ambient instrumental stuff, and that bigger edm one with the piano I posted a sample of a while ago. Turns out EDM is super easy, so if I can find reasons to keep doing it I will, although admittedly I’m not as big on it as I am on other genres. I’m close to done on that EDM one, partially because it’s supposed to be kinda short. I haven’t touched lyric stuff, I might have to soon though since my congenial medical bs is flaring up again too, and lyrics are luckily something I can do while bedridden. Idk I like how the instrumental is going.
I redid that melody I posted the other day for the ambient track, admittedly didn’t change much but I swapped the third measure out, dropped a few notes, and actually tried it on a lower bpm and with some reverb because I forgot to do that for the samples I posted (whoops), and it sounds fine. I need some other parts for that one still, maybe I’ll use placeholders and just figure out the rest of the instrumentation bc I got that half finished.
Haven’t touched vocaloid again yet. Maybe I’ll make some quick demos so I can understand how tuning works. I’ll probably pick a memey or old song and if I make anything presentable I’ll post it.
Been looking for more VSTs too, I compare it to looking for new brushes whenever you’re dissatisfied with your art. Vital has been good for EDM, basically fixed all my problems for me, again. Also started messing with decentsampler again and it’s probably going to fix my problems when I’m working on that ambient track.
I think this weekend and next week I’ll aim to get some time with the big fancy keyboard and just unload a bunch of recording at once. Force myself to finish shit. Tonight I’d like to as well, but that depends on how bad my homework ends up. And if I get flare ups again. I’m still working on dealing with that condition but I need two or three more surgeries before it’s really going to be gone. And I have to wait for those. I’m not worried about money for now since I’m pretty sure I can get a decent job after I graduate (and at a minimum I can go back to the job I had last summer which I liked and paid pretty well). Right now I don’t have a source of income but I think I’ll be fine, I just need to not spend money, which I’m pretty good at. Next week I’ll focus on music stuff first, throw in some drawings if I can, and keep at those comic thumbnails. Once those are done I’ll start on pages.
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bandit-prince · 1 year
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“Sooo..the Sun, huh?”
“Yep. That’s what’s killing us. Can’t really see it from here though, but it’s 100% why we keep burning to death at the end of every cycle, I saw it when I was on Ember Twin.”
“Well..that sucks. I mean, not much we can do about the Sun going supernova on us, is there?”
This wasn’t at all how Obi had planned for this conversation to go; and despite everything, the young Hearthian huffs, indignant. “Not much we can do? Look, I have a theory. Nothing concrete yet, but, I found some Nomai writings about something called the ‘Ash Twin Project’. I’m not sure exactly what it is yet, but I know for a fact it has something to do with our Sun.”
Gabbro sighs, finally setting their flute down beside them on the hammock, hands resting behind their head. “Well, it’s nice to have someone to blame, I guess. Just don’t see how that’s going to help, you know? Again, it’s not like we can stop the Sun from going supernova.”
“But maybe we can! I’ve also read about something called the Sun Station. I’m admittedly not sure how to get there yet, but I’m getting close! I can feel it! It has something to do with all of those towers on Ash Twin.”
“Then that’s probably your ‘Ash Twin Project’.” Glancing around, the older Hearthian puts up a hand, frowning. “Hang on, winds picking up.”
Obi stands stock still, glancing around to see if there were any of those nifty gravity fields nearby, but none were yet glowing at least. The cyclones on Giant’s Deep were notorious for picking up the islands the littered it’s surface, and throwing them into space, only for them to come slamming back down to the watery surface when gravity reinstated itself. It wasn’t pleasant, and Obi certainly wasn’t keen on dying like that again; as had been their fate when last visiting Gabbro, not that they had told the other that.
The two of them watched the offending cyclone circle the island for a moment, before finally taking off towards the north again. “Oh, thank god, I really thought we were done for there.”
Gabbro shrugs again, finally sitting up in the hammock, feet over the side. “Wouldn’t be the first time. It sucks, but it’s not as bad as being electrocuted to death. ‘Least with suffocating to death you kinda just..”
They trail off, helmet obscuring their face. “Besides, so long as you’ve got full oxygen, you’ll be fine. And, well, so long as you land right, and don’t smash yourself.”
Obi squints, but makes no comment, only turning to look up at where the sun would be, but unable to see it through the thick atmosphere. “I uh..guess we don’t have much time left in this cycle, huh?”
Glancing at the clock not far away, Gabbro nods, before finally standing. “Yep. Got about 10 minutes left. But look, before you hop off to unknown places again, uh. I’ve got an idea. Now, I can’t promise this’ll work, but if it does, it’ll cut down on how often you’ve gotta come here and waste time filling me in. Not that I mind, but you know.” They stretch as they stand, heading up the path towards their camp, briskly stepping through the rising tide. “Come on, go get your ship and bring it up here. If this works how I think it does, whatever’s on your ship should stay. Your computer stays up to date with each loop right?”
Obi nods, fumbling for the keys to their ship. “Yeah, it does. Why, what do you have in mind?”
For once, Gabbro smiles a little, waving Obi off. “Go get your ship, hatchling, I’ll tell you while I’m working, but we don’t have time to waste.”
Stepping away from the ship, Gabbro glances up at the sky, noting the darkness coming in. “Okay, we don’t have much time, but listen. This is a radio transmitter, it should let you be able to talk to me or the others without having to make a pit stop every time. Only thing I’d worry about is the sun causing some interference if you’re over towards the Twins.”
Obi blinks at the haphazard arrangement of wires and metal, some of which had come from Gabbro’s own helmet. “I-“ they stutter for a moment, before simply slinging their arms around the other’s shoulders.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. Be sure to check in ever now and then, eh? Would hate to think you’re gone for good.”
“I will. I promise.”
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plaindangan · 1 year
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We all know maki has an out of this world class ass. A giga butt with thicc tights that makes most males and ladies go awooga~.. but she’s always been lacking in the chess department!… which wouldn’t be a problem if not for Big bong piano kaede , tsumoomoo , kirumilf, miu titruma. So many front monsters!.. until one day, somehow her bust grows up to kaede’s size!… how about she try on seducing that himbo of an astronaut now~?
Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!
"H-heeey, Kaito..." Hm? Kaito knew that stern sounding voice from anywhere! Maki Roll!~ Granted, sounded like she was kinda flustered? Weeeell, nothing but a meeting with the Luminary of the Stars to help out his buddy!~ Turning on his feels, smiling wide, he went to greet her.
"Hey, Maki Ro-oooh what the Hell!?" His jaw dropped as his eyes were glued to the two new 'additions' to her chest. Her usual shirt wasn't even close to fitting such stacked melons and it showed!~ The cleavage had much of the new babies spilling out and it was so large, Kaito could even see a bit of underboob if he were to angle himself correctly.
"H-hey, Kaito..."
"Maki!? The Hell happened!? How did you even....y-y-y-you know!!" he says, eyes glued to the sights...admittedly with less surprise and mora of just straight arousal. Something not lost to Maki who, instinctively, began slowly and gently pushing up the set up Double D's.
"No clue, just woke up with these this morning. It's been such a pain with these, how the Hell does Kaede even move right with them?" she 'grumbles, slowly swaying to give her new breasts more of a bounce to them. Slowly hypnotizing Kaito into becoming more and more aroused.
Seems like it's all over!~ Slowly, a sly smirk comes onto her face. "Well...nothing to it then...before we do anything else. Shall we head back to my place? I kinda want to test these things out. Want to help me?"
"..." Ah? Slowly, a frustrated look appeared on Maki's face. Wait, was her seriously still that focused on her new boobs!? Blushing, she stomped over to Kaito and began dragging him off. "Ugh, freakin' moron. Gotta learn how to use these things better..."
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"Ergh? Hmm? What's is...oh shit!! Maki you-!!" Before Kaito could finished that sentence, Maki's fingers was quickly to his lips, shutting him up. Looks like he finally snapped out of it. Good because now he could fully enjoy the sight of them.
Maki had tossed out her shirt and had her new milkers for his viewing, though she seemed somewhat flustered by it. Coated with the same oil she used for ass, they shone lusciously and were quite perky to boot. Perfect for the activities that were about to do!~
"We've already been through this!! Just...allow me to show you that I can be just as good with these as anyone else in my class..." Taking a deep breath, she kissed the astronaut on the lips before removing his pants and boxers.
Just like usual!~ Kaito's girthy 'rocket' wonderfully rocked her ass so many times...it's time for her to do the same!~ Devotedly, she stuck it in between her new breasts and hurriedly began trying to do the signature titjob the other members of her class had perfected!
"M-makiiiiii!! Y-you don't-aaaaah! F-fuuuuck!" The astronaut's words were cut off and he was drowned in the lust of it all. Maki's boobs were just that soft and she seemed like a natural in getting this down pat!~ Perhaps all her time with her previously more well endowed friends had her pick up a few things?
Well, regardless, Maki wasn't going to be satisfied with just moans and looks of pleasure!~ She wanted the finish: Kaito's thick cum!~ "C'mon, don't you even try to hold back! This was a gift from....okay, no clue how I got these. But still, now I'm just as complete as the others!! So give it all to me! Give me your-!!!"
"M-MAKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" She wasn't expecting Kaito to break juuuust so soon. Thus, before the assassin could react her face was painted with the sticky cream. Though sudden surprise as it maybe, as her tongue lapped up some of it, she took this as a sign that she did it. She was now in the same league as everyone else!~
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"So I'm telling you, Maki Roll. Big boobs or not, you're just as awesome as always!!~" Kaito say encouragingly. By now, the two had recovered and were shoulder to shoulder next to each other.
"....Thank you, Kaito..." she says, lips twisting into a rare, but ever so warm, smile.
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"...But you have to admit, it still felt really good for you, right?" she asked. The astronaut beamed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Hah! Well, yeah, that felt fucking great!~" Maki didn't need big bazoingas to get this one's attention...but fuck it, if these milkers weren't a good bonus!~
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