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˚‧ ✰  ˓ ˖ SECRET-GO-ROUND | ˚｡ nanami kento x female reader ᨀ minors do not interact˓˓WORD COUNT ᨀ 7.8k˓˓ furueru kuchibiru!retelling, college!au, professor!nanami, uni student!reader, bratty!reader, age gap (nanami is in mid/late 30s, reader is in 20s), teacher-student relationships, carnival dates, a sprinkle of fluff 'n' angst, public sex, unprotected sex, blowjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, quickie on a ferris wheel, creampies, money shots, sensei kink, anal play, fingering, degradation + reader is a lil manipulative. @SYNOPSIS ᨀ kento is in a secret relationship with his student, but when he loses a bet to her, he has to take her on their first date in public. @SATORHIME SAID ᨀ this is my first long fic since the spring and i'm so excited for u to read it !! (/ε＼*) i hope u babies enjoy this nasty lil piece i cooked up in my candy store MWAH !!

nanami kento is a hypocrite. 

he demands professionalism and punctuality from his students and he does not believe in making mistakes that can be avoided in life. his entire day would be ruined if he walked down a sidewalk and stepped in chewing gum when he could have taken the train, yet he detests tardiness. he grimaces at late assignments, typos in emails, and clucks his tongue at mispronounced words during oral presentations, even though, out of every faculty member and student at the university, he may be the one making the biggest mistake of them all.

it's surprising because nanami conforms to the standard. he studied law because he respected the structure of rules and resonated with upholding order and justice. he takes the moral high ground above his immature colleagues who refuse to grow up even though they're well past the age of thirty. much to nanami's delight, they stopped inviting him out on weekends because he couldn't stop sneering in disgust at their conversation, threatening to report toji, satoru, and suguru after they attempted to coax him into their long running competition of letting their good looks and expensive doctorates seduce starry-eyed students into fucking them for sport; tallying up each other's scores from their game like athletes every monday morning.

but yes, nanami kento is still a hypocrite.

because he is the only one with a student walking around his apartment half-naked right now.  

of course, nanami knows better than that. he barely dated through his long years of school, too focused on hanging up degree after degree in his parents’ living room to have time for anything more than a couple of flings and failed dates. and now four years into his tenure, a brilliant professor with a heap of accolades under his designer belt, he fell in love with you, his pretty little student.

he doesn’t know how it happened when the two of you are complete opposites— nanami is a jaded homebody that rejects human interaction and you are a firecracker full of energy in constant need of his attention. it wasn't even supposed to happen, but it's been a downward spiral of forbidden feelings since that one fucking evening you stayed behind after class to discuss your law research paper with him. you'd ended up hitting it off— you found nanami handsome, confident, and easy to talk to. confiding in him about your worries over getting good grades and making your family proud, and somehow that conversation ended with you being fucked over his desk for the first time. in truth, he had expected you to have your fill of a fantasy you wanted to play out and skip onto the next after that, but you didn’t seem to care about any of the other boys who looked at you around campus.

instead, you were satisfied with wriggling your way into his heart, one swish of your plush hips at a time. 

you’ve wriggled your way into his home as well, peeking your head curiously into his bedroom now. you find nanami still asleep on his back— his legs tangled in the bamboo sheets and one muscled arm thrown across his handsome features, shielding his eyes from the light beams. your eyes rove over his shirtless form, the morning sun illuminating the chiseled grooves of his toned abs— catching onto the fine dusting of golden hairs over his adonis belt. though he ignores the silly effect he has on you and the other students, your professor is easily the most beautiful man on campus and you could stare at him all day.

but not right now. a pout shapes your lips in disappointment because you rarely see nanami anymore. he’s busier than ever now between classes starting back up at the university, the cases he handles at the firm, and writing his faculty book. today is the first day he’s been free in almost a month, and he plans on sleeping the entire day away? that won’t do.

you tiptoe into the room, crawling onto the pillowy mattress to straddle nanami’s narrow hips. the warm weight rouses him, but his eyes remained shut, a soft groan rumbling behind his ribcage. 

“it’s too early for you to be in my lap, little love,” his voice is rough and syrupy with sleep, making you suck your bottom lip into your mouth at the sound of it— but you’re determined not to let his attractiveness ruin your plan for the day. “come on, get off.” 

“well, it’s too late for you to still be in bed, damn it,” you huff, peeling his arm away from his face to cup his cheeks. you watch as horizontal lines appear in his forehead, and you hurry to continue, “today is your day off, kento-sensei. i was thinking.. maybe- let’s go out on a date!” 

nanami’s café au lait eyes flicker open with a speed that startles you, fixed on your pretty face. you’re wearing his shirt and there’s a pillow mark on your cheek, hair messy from sleep. he feels his chest cave in because there’s nothing he wants more than to take you out to see the world and share your beauty with it. instead, a weary sigh exhales from his nostrils and it sounds like a declination. 

“you’re going to say no, aren’t you?” 

“yes, you know that we cannot be seen together. what will you do if someone recognizes one of us?” 

“we’re a couple, aren’t we? why are you always so worried about someone seeing us. c’mon, kento-sensei- i want to go to the carnival that's in town. we can even wear disguises!” you try reasoning with him melodramatically, but kento simply shakes his head at your antics. 

“i’m sorry, love, but there is too much at stake, for the both of us,” nanami says, squeezing your hip in apology. you frown— you hate being coddled by him. 

“too much at stake? like your tenure? is that really the most important thing to you?” 

“i won’t have this conversation again,” he clips sternly, propping his torso up on one elbow to narrow his sharp eyes at you. “when your classmates start rumors about you fucking me for extra credit, will going out on a date really be worth that? i’m thinking about your reputation, not mine.” 

“i don’t want you to think of my reputation, i want you to treat me like your woman,” you roll your eyes. it’s always the same argument. while nanami is content to hide your relationship in shaded alcoves and apartments with the curtains drawn, you want to love him openly. to run errands with him and sit in sunny windows at cute little cafés with him— to not have to lie at sleepovers with your friends when they ask who is the one who is making you so happy.

nanami’s silence is degrading, frustration simmering up in your chest. a deeper frown twists your features as you reach for a fluffy feather pillow, gripping both ends and swinging it down— aiming right for nanami’s head. 

he knocks the pillow away easily, unamused. “what are you, an infant?”

“argh, you’re so annoying. fine then, have it your way!” you grumble, but then your big doe eyes glint mischievousness in them. nanami can only watch with a lifted brow as you reach for the buttons of your (his) shirt, unbuttoning them quickly with trembling hands. your heart picks up to thump excitedly as you slip one side of the shirt apart, letting the fabric pool in the crook of your elbow— revealing pebbled nipples to your professor’s confused eyes. you gently cup one of your breasts teasingly, a minx. “let’s do it this way instead.” 

“and what way is that? are you trying to bribe me, young lady?” he snorts, but his eyes flicker down to the soft swell of your breasts, the knot in his throat bobbing as he swallows. 

you nibble your lip as you sit on your knees between his legs to paw the sheets covering his hips out of the way.

“obviously my bribery’s working since you’re already hard,” you tease in a saccharinely sweet voice. kento prefers sleeping in expensive silks with nothing underneath so your eyes are immediately drawn to the very visible print of his erection. you cup the bulge of his cock gently, palming it against your hand— little cunt pulsing greedily as you feel it twitch under your touch, nanami hissing under his breath.

the pit of his stomach lurches traitorously because he knows what your mushy little brain is up to— whenever he refuses to let you get your way, you’ll be reaching to hold his cock in your hand as if it is a genie that can grant all of your wishes. 

one of these days, you will drive him insane. 

especially when you’re humming sweetly as if you're folding laundry, hooking your thumbs under the waistband of his pajamas and tugging them down to his ankles. the heavy strain of his cock plops against his abdomen. you grab for it, marveling at how tiny your hand looks compared to it. honestly, nanami’s cock is just so fucking pretty to you that you long to tell all of your girlfriends about it— thick and weighty, a little darker than his body with a dusky tip that leaks so much. maybe you would leave out the detail that without proper preparation, his cock stretches you out painfully. tears and snot and limps in your walk whenever he fucks you. 

“oh, it’s leaking,” you simper breathlessly, throat running dry. 

“don’t be crass,” he scolds, but you ignore him to stare in wonderment at the way the bulbous head is drooling precum in a steady trickle, smearing over your hand as your thumb rubs against a thick vein. you go slippery, wet between the thighs at the thought of sucking it into your mouth, basking in the way his hips give a little jolt as you touch him. but other than that, he regards you with a flat look. “so what are you planning, hmm? tell me.” 

“i want to make a bet with you,” you lower your face until you’re level with his crotch, opening up and lolling your cherry tongue out invitingly. nanami inhales a serrated breath as your soft lips sucks the tip of his cock into your little mouth, sampling his taste. 

“how about this?” you continue, fluttering your lashes as you breathe in the masculine scent of his cock. he tastes good, sweet precum bursting over your tastebuds as you pause to swipe your tongue into the slit. you can't even wait, suckling down on the tip greedily, pausing between licks to speak. “if you can keep yourself from cumming until.. eleven ‘o clock then i’ll drop the idea of going on a date, but if you can’t… you have to take me to the street carnival. pretty please?” 

he pauses to think about it for the longest, and you roll your eyes, scraping your teeth ever so lightly against the underside of his length to bring his attention back to you, earning a dirty look in reward.

“i’m offended you think i’ll lose,” he snorts, but the way his hips kick as you kitten lick over the slit of his tip makes you smile. you're already winning. “i’m an adult, little darling. i know how to control myself.” 

“oh yeah?” you coo, challenging him by tilting your head down with an open mouth, warm and wet on the wide girth of nanami’s cock— drawing him in against hollowed cheeks, lathering him down in saliva that smells like mint and morning coffee. you reel back, hard on the pull up before slurping him back down in a slow mouth fuck. 

he tosses his head back with a deep huff from his nostrils, hand twitching on the bed. sometimes you hate how quiet nanami is. on some nights, after he is forced to watch boys flirt with you around campus while you’re dressed in tiny little shorts and slutty little skirts, he’ll toss you on his mattress and fuck filthy lies into you about sitting you on his cock in front of all 40 students in his course and claiming you as his girl, growling in your ear until you’re splashing his sheets with cum and crying into his shoulder because you want it so bad. but during times when you’re being bratty, he never rewards your bad behavior with the praise you work on your knees for. 

you briefly glance at the clock on the nightstand. 

10:32 AM

“gonna cum yet, nanami-sensei?” you tease on the release, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop, glistening in your spit. you smile up at him with precum on your teeth, blinking coquettishly as you let his cock plop against his abdomen, flattening your tongue to lick long stripes up and down the length of his cock. “it’s okay if you want to let go of it, i’ll catch every last drop of your cum.” 

“i’m not going to fucking cum,” nanami snaps, gritting his jaw. his eyes are narrowed and though he looks unimpressed and obstinate, he frays at the seams. “are you so hungry that you’ll eat my cum? stop this childishness and i’ll make you breakfast then.” 

“mm-! that won’t work,” you giggle at his weak attempt, before sinking your mouth back down on his cock, nose buried in the sandy hairs around the base. digging your fingernails into the olive skin at his thighs when the tip of his cock bumps against your fleshy throat, gagging around him as you struggle to swallow around the thickness lodged in your throat. mouth too small to accommodate the size of his fat girth. your cheeks are so cute, too— chubby with the strain, but you’re determined, even as thick precum drools down the back of your tongue and you choke, gurgling and flexing your tongue to greedily swallow it down. 

he’s always sensitive in the morning, waking up with his stiff erection pressed shamefully between your ass cheeks so you know exactly how to work him, a sweltering suction around his leaking cock. burning hot pleasure right into the pit of his gut. his fingers fist in the sheets and he looks so fucking ruined in the morning sun with his jaw slacked, neck blotchy and bursting with veins from the strain of holding off his grunts of pleasure— holding off his cum too. “j-jesus fuck, love. that’s it-” 

this time, nanami is the one desperately searching for the red glare of the alarm clock, eyes wildly reading the numbers. 

10:47 AM

thirteen minutes left. if he can just—

“don’t pretend you don’t feel good, kento-sensei,” you giggle as you reel back to breathe, swirling your tongue over the tip of his sticky cock. he grunts, his hips jolting desperately. “i know all of your weak spots, after all.” 

the law professor bristles, panting as he glares down at you. 

“don’t look at me like that… i just wanna make you feel good,” your aggressiveness isn't new to him. though usually you’re gooey in the head, on your back with legs splayed, letting him do whatever he wants to you— there are times like right now when you’re dipping further down to suck on his balls, weighty and full with cum, sending nanami’s hips into a frenzy. his hard cock slaps against your forehead as his hips jerk up, but you wrap your hand around it— pumping him quickly.

“fuck, i…” 

“duh-oh, i’m running oush of time,” you mumble as you suck greedily on one of his balls, watching the clock. 

10:57 AM

“what are you-” 

“you liked it when i did this, right sensei?” you hum, melodic voice like a siren on a shipwrecked shore, luring him in. devilish mouth smiling sweet as you’re committing sin, lowering further to play your dirty tricks on him— spreading one of nanami’s ass cheeks apart to swirl your tongue around the rim of his hole at the same time you squeeze his cock painfully. 

“d-don’t, darling. fuck… you’re going to make me-” 

his reaction is immediate, a big fist twisting in your hair to shove your head away from him but it’s too late. above you, nanami punches out a grunt that sounds ruined, the spongy wetness of your tongue teasing at his puckered hole combined with your firm hand pumping his cock in a steady rhythm is too much. he loses the bet with the back of his head shoved into the pillow, thighs twitching from the shocks of pleasure as long ropes of cum splashes onto your face in white strings, dripping wet down your cheeks. 

when he shoves your head away, you sit back on your heels— beaming up at him with the prettiest smile of triumph, covered in his cum. 

“that’s that,” you tease, “should i wear my white or pink dress?” 

“we’re only staying for a short while,” nanami announces with an exasperated sigh, even as he fastens the neon pink unlimited rides! armband around your wrist. when he finishes, you beam and hook your hand into the crook of his arm— scoping out the attractions. “where do you want to go first?” 

the last day of the traveling carnival is crowded. an annual late summer tradition in your city, it never fails to draw out the numbers on weekends. lovesick couples share kisses, dining on overpriced treats. exhausted families push around strollers with wailing babies inside of them while teenagers shove each other in the queues for thrill rides, pop music blasting through the speakers. it’s a risk, the kind of location nanami would have avoided for a first official date with his student, for fuck’s sake, but he hates seeing your looks of disappointment.

he much prefers the way you look right now— drunk on the scent of buttery popcorn and sugary cotton candy— a devastating figment of his dreams, dressed in a little white chiffon sundress that whirls around your thighs with each movement. your eyes twinkling in glee behind the shades perched on your nose at the colorful tents, fast rides, and rows of sideshows.

“let’s try out one of the sideshows first?” you suggest, pointing excitedly to the striped canopy stalls lined up on one row of the carnival, adorable prizes sitting on shelves behind carnies enticing passersby to try their luck at strength tests, shooting games, hook-a-duck and skeeball for cheap prices. “you could use a win after this morning.” 

“does that mouth of yours ever know how to be quiet?” nanami wonders wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose out of habit as rosy flush creeps above the collar of his shirt. “lead the way if you’re finished making fun of me.” 

rolling your eyes, you tug him by the arm over to a shooting range. colorful balloons line up in many neat rows. the carnie behind the stall brightens up at new victims, his smile missing several teeth as he gestures to the game— holding up a handful of sharp darts in invitation. 

“good evenin’, good evenin’ to the lovely couple! interested in trying your luck in pop-a-balloon? all ya hafta do is aim and throw. hitting five red ones in a row wins the largest prizes,” he markets, “yer fella looks like he’s got a good arm on ‘em too. whaddya say?”

“it’s an obvious scam they’re running. the red ones are the smallest,” kento points out under his breath, but you shoot a glare at him, nudging him forward. he sighs, reaching into the back pocket of his shorts to retrieve his wallet, slapping a crisp ten on the wooden counter. “fine.” 

“good choice! take these darts ‘n’ give it yer best shot, buddy,” the carnie pockets the bill, handing the darts to nanami and stepping safely out of the way. 

“alright, which one do you want, darling?” 

“the big one,” you grin.

“of course you do,” the male purses his lips, folding up the sleeves of his shirt before he takes the darts. it’s attractive the way his forehead creases, concentration narrowing his eyes behind his green tinted sunglasses.  he knows games like this are rigged, but that doesn’t stop him from carefully analyzing the balloons because you want the prize and he’ll do anything for you. it’s easy math, calculating the distance between his stance and the target wall— stretching a visual line across the tiny red balloons. 

the first dart strikes out, bursting the balloon with a startling pop. you clap your hands happily in support, a greedy pang of want twinging in your lower belly as you watch his biceps ripple with the movement as the rest of the balloons bursts easily until he's out of darts— game over. 

“congrats, man, y’ didn’t embarrass yer girl,” the carnie jokes, but you can tell he isn’t happy about the quick and easy win. “which one d’ you want, miss? top’s yours to choose from.” 

“that one,” your eyes sparkle, pointing to the large pompompurin prize in that adorable little suit. you’re handed the fat plush that dwarfs your frame, squeezing it to your body in delight. “it looks like you, nanamin!” 

“oh? should i be worried about the competition?” 

“please, no one can ever replace you.” 

you say it with a teasing smile, but nanami hates the way his heart stutters, even as his mind screams that he isn’t supposed to be here with you, entertaining your girlish affections, in love with you beyond repair. 

but as the sun relaxes the sky into a dreamsicle orange, so does the weight on nanami’s shoulders. he still keeps his eyes sharp for familiar bodies, but he finds it harder to resist your energy— letting you take his hand to drag him around the rest of the carnival grounds to various attractions. spending his money on sticky cotton candy, powdery funnel cake and customized couple items. forcing him to accompany you on your favorite rides, too— rollercoasters and carousels and tilt-a-whirls until the two of you are dizzy and windswept. 

“you looked relaxed,” you hum over the noise of thrill ride chains clanking together and carefree laughter in the background, tucked comfortably under kento’s arm as the two of you wait behind three other couples in the queue for the ferris wheel— your favorite and final stop before the date finally ends. 

“i don’t have to work today,” he replies dryly, but his thin lips quirk up as if he wants to smile. 

“that’s the only reason? ken, you’re so boring.” 

you really have a terrible habit of not letting him finish his sentences, he thinks. 

“wah, i wish we could do this everyday!” you cheer, cuddled up against nanami’s warm side as the ferris wheel begins to move, ascending higher into the sky as the large capsules sway in the breeze calmly. 

nanami simply nods in reply as he stares out of the window of the enclosed gondola, the giant pompompurin he won for you balanced comically on one of his knees. the view is breathtaking from up here. people strolling around the carnival grow smaller, the winking lights on top of the tents nothing more than tiny fireflies in the late summer night from this height. so high above the world who would judge you, it’s easy to forget decorum and feel like a normal couple. 

it even has kento completely at ease, sighing peacefully and believing that nothing could ruin the peaceful moment of bliss between the two of you up here— 

until the ride jeers and jolts to a hard stop, swinging the capsules violently. 

you hear a crackling noise from the speaker attached to one of the beams.

“attention all ride passengers!” the teenager operating the ride speaks into the staticky intercom with mildly contained panic. “we’re experiencing a malfunction and will have the ride working after a short while. please remain seated and do not open your capsule door. thank you!” 

“just grand,” nanami purses his lips in disapproval before his eyes slide over to you, reaching over to draw you closer. “are you alright?” 

but where he expects to be met with your apprehension, your answering smile is a twinkling constellation of giddiness and opportunity. after all, how could you be afraid when you’re stuck at the top of the world with the most attractive man born into it? looking at him right now means thinking of nothing else anyway. he looks good out of a suit with the outdoors on him— hair mussed up and sweat staining his pristine white linen shirt. you think about earlier today when you whined at him about lacking romance until he agreed to eat cotton candy from your fingertips, melted sugar crusted against your digits as nanami licked and suckled obscenely on purpose until your panties were embarrassingly damp. 

knowing this date out in the open with him will likely be your last, you plan on making the best of it until the very end. 

“h-hey, sensei?” you call for him, warmth blooming over your cheeks at the sudden idea pushing to the forefront of your mind. 

“mhm?” 

“didn’t seeing me in this pretty dress today make you want to fuck me?” 

“don’t flatter yourself, darling,” he replies flippantly, but you don’t miss the sharp intake of breath that rattles through the quiet gondola that betrays his answer. you looked like an angel of sin the entire day in your little white dress. how many times did that fucking hem flutter above your thighs in the wind as you carelessly bounced around, giving him a flash of your cotton panties? how many times did he have to yank it down before another man got a look at his girl— “i hardly noticed it.” 

“i could show you now,” you hum softly, never satiated. you rest your chin on his shoulder, fingers playing along the top of his thigh. “you could fuck me right here and no one would know. we’ll be here for a while…” 

“you force me to come on this date with you during my day off, now you want sex too? you’ve been hanging around frat boys too much,” he deadpans, but his cock twitches in traitorous interest against his inner thigh at your nasty little proposition. it’s hardly appropriate and he shouldn’t allow you to crawl onto your knees and plop right into his lap, but nanami can never find the willpower to deny you whenever you desire something that he can provide. “need i remind you that we’re in public? what are you-” 

“don’t be mean to me, sensei. i didn’t get to cum this morning, you know,” you whine childishly with a blubbery pout to goad him. you’ve always been insatiable and greedy, the simple thought of being stuck at the top of a ferris wheel with nothing else to do but wait to be rescued swirling a lusted ache into your cunt for him, needy and pulsing. 

“if we would’ve stayed home per my suggestion, i would’ve taken care of this here,” he tuts, his voice clipped and hard as he gestures to the way you’re already squirming against his thigh. “you just can’t wait for me, can you? even after class, you always have to sit on my cock before we get home. what am i going to do with you?” 

“i-i can’t help it,” you bundle the hem of your dress against your hips as you lean back, the center of your panties soaked and sticky wet between your puffy lips. he can’t see the damp patch waiting there for him, but he can feel it. wetting the cloth of his shorts down where you squirm and wriggle. the lights on the beams of the ferris wheel rotate into the gondola, flashing neon rainbows across your and nanami’s features in the quiet dark, allowing you to see the way his honey brown eyes darken to black. 

“stop thinking so much for once and pass the time with me,” you continue, purring the words against his neck. you move closer, your breasts pressed up against the damp linen of his shirt as you run your tongue over the sharp cut of his jawline, inhaling the spicy scent of his sweat and tom ford aftershave. your next move is the last bit of convincing he needs, fingers slipping between the gap of your bodies to palm the fat line of his growing erection. “y-you’ll fuck me, right nanami?” 

nanami grits his teeth as he feels his cock thicken in arousal, staving off a groan. his fingertips itch with the desire to touch you. he doesn’t know what has the biggest affect on him right now— the high altitude, the memory of your cute little throat struggling to swallow around him first thing in the morning, or just you in general. wearing a sundress shorter than some of his work shirts and begging him to fuck you on a ferris wheel.  

“come here, pretty little thing,” nanami murmurs huskily, squishing his big fingers into your soft cheeks to draw your lips to his for a kiss. he never fails to make stars bust behind your eyelids when he touches you— bold and bratty until you’ve gotten your way and he’s in the lead, letting you squirm on his lap. your cunt gushes at the kiss alone, warm and wet and forbidden as nanami tongues over your bottom lip— sucking it into his mouth, kissing you to a swell until you open for him obediently and he’s fully in control. searing licks of his tongue as he explores you.

the kiss is sloppy, just how you like it. challenging a clean-cut man like nanami who lives by the book into swallowing your soft whines and moans, into swapping strings of bubbly spit that tastes like cotton candy and caramel apples. 

“you’re so messy, even in public,” he chides, breaking the kiss to give you room to breathe but you chase it, nipping his upper lip with your teeth hard, nanami grunting low in his chest before you soothe the sting with your tongue. he pinches your chin between his fingers, twisting your head to the side to redirect his mouth to your neck. he knows better, but you cloud his judgment— murk up the waters of his mind as he fastens his lips onto a spot against your neck, suckling at the skin until the capillaries burst and his mark blooms slow. 

“o-oh-” 

“you’re even messier down here, aren’t you? filthy girl, how long have you been this wet?” he groans lecherously, fitting a hand between your spread legs and his thigh so he can twist the front of your ruined cotton panties against his fist, drawing them upwards so the damp fabric wedges painfully against the seam of your unused cunt. 

“that h-hurts, ken,” you whine, but it whispers off into a blissful sigh as nanami shifts the fabric, rubbing raw against your slit. with his free hand, he tugs the sweetheart neckline of your dress to press wet kisses over your chest with a hum. 

“i’ve got you, darling. i’ll take care of it- make it all better,” he promises, and just as he’s about to jerk your panties to the side and put his fingers on your pussy, the intercom crackles in a tinny screech— 

the two of you startle, chests heaving breathlessly and hearts thumping tandemly in erratic rhythms. 

“attention all ride passengers,” the voice is unfamiliar, clearing their throats before continuing, “the ride will be back in working condition in an estimate of thirty minutes. thank you for your patience and we apologize for the inconvenience.” 

thirty minutes. 

“n-nanami-sensei, h-hurry up! please, before-” you whisper out in a frantic breath, fumbling for the loops of his belt to unbuckle it.

“hush, i promised i would take care of it,” he grunts, as unhurried as ever as he swoops his head down and fastens his lips around your nipple over the material of your sundress, suckling the bud until he feels it peak against his tongue, until the fabric is soaked in his spit and your pussy clenches hungrily in need. he nibbles at the bud, torturing you— pinching it between his teeth, bringing irritated tears to your eyes at the little twinges of pain. “alright now. i want you to take my cock out and rub it through your messy little slit, can you do that for me?” 

“can i sit on it?” you flutter your glistening eyelashes at him as he reels back, leaning against the bench of the capsule, letting you twiddle the buttons of his shirt apart first— revealing golden skin and the ripples of his washboard abs before you continue, sliding the zipper down on his shorts. kento’s cock is fully hard when you draw it against your palm, warm and twitching when you squeeze it experimentally. 

“what did i teach you? haste is the enemy of quality.” 

“god, y… you’re so annoying,” the gondola is too dark to see, but you know what it looks like from memory alone. his cock bounces between the two of you, slapping against your belly button, the mushroom tip leaking foggy droplets down the thick shaft. your tongue feels like cotton in your mouth as you wrap your fingers around it firmly, spreading tacky precum as you pump him slowly.

he tugs your panties to one side as you lift up just a little, letting nanami’s cock bend along the line of his thigh— long and hard under your ass when you sit down against it. he knows that the two of you are running out of time; he can’t tease you like he does at home or in his office after hours, boring you with philosophical quotes or quizzing you with topics you don’t pay attention to in his class and forcing you to sit on his cock for hours when you answer incorrectly. drool floods your mouth at the delicious friction as you hump your pussy over his cock desperately, wetting him down in strings of slick;  your puffy clit rubbing against the flared head, but it's not enough. 

“n-nanami-sensei, c-c’mon, this isn’t fair-” you pant into the crook of his neck, oversensitive and strung out, swiveling your hips in a slow circle, grinding your clit down hard until it feels sore.

“what isn’t fair, little darling?” nanami chuckles in amusement, but he sounds like ruination, voice gravel on stone. he slips the straps of your sundress from your shoulders to press kisses to your heated skin. he forces the fabric down further, just until one of your nipples are exposed and he can wrap his lips around the bare skin, suckling it against his tongue. he drags his cock away from your folds, slapping it hard against the coarse curls at your mound. “you think i'm unfair because you want my cock inside you around all of these people and i won't give it to you? when will you ever learn propriety, hmm?” 

“n-not ‘til you fuck it into me, kento-sensei,” is your petulant response, gripping the skirt of your sundress dress until the skin of your knuckles feel taut. it’s unfair that he makes fun of how much you want him, it's unfair that he has all of that cock but he won't let you fuck yourself on it, it's unfair but you let it happen— wriggling in anticipation, letting him slap the tip of his cock against your clit and tease you out as you moan for it dumbly. “wanna sit on it your cock so i can learn something!” 

“why do you think you deserve it?” 

the effect he has on you is dangerous. maybe you’re naïve and reckless with your heart, the dewy-eyed college girl helplessly in love with her professor— but no one has ever made you feel the way that he does, not the shitty frat boys or snobby trust fund babies that chase your cute smile and pretty skirts at parties and in hallways. while he thinks you’re using him to fulfill a fantasy, you’re simply unable to convey your feelings into actual words. it’s more than just wanting to fuck him because you’re good at it and it feels good. instead, it’s because when his cock is stretching you out, the two of you joined in the most intimate way possible, it’s forbidden words left unsaid. you deserve him because you lo— 

“buh-..’cause you always gimme what i want?” is how you choose to respond instead.

“incorrect answer as always, brat,” he scolds, reaching around to deliver a punishing slap to your ass, making you cough out a yelp. “sit on me, even though you don’t deserve it.” 

oh.

you glance out of the window behind kento’s head. it’s too dark to see inside of the other stranded gondolas below you, but you wonder if they can see you. if the other couples are watching as you lean up on sore knees, smearing his precum along your folds as his cock swipes through your slit until the fat head catches on your entrance and you hear him hiss.

your heart thuds painfully against your ribs, the familiar feeling of delicious fear at the sheer size of your professor’s cock setting an ache in your belly. you widen your thighs, your knees scratching against the rough material of the bench as you reach down to spread one of side of your folds apart, opening yourself for him. but as you plan to sink down slowly, carefully, the ferris wheel suddenly rocks, spearing you down too fucking quick on the blunt head of his cock—

“w-wait, k-kento-sensei-!” your abrupt shriek rings out in the silence as you scramble desperately to wrap your arms around his neck for support. glassy tears spring hot to the corner of your eyes, the stretch making your sore cunt flutter around him tight and desperate as your knees try to snap shut against his hips uselessly. you try to hold yourself from sliding down on him any further until you're ready for it, but you’re so fucking wet that your pussy greedily sucks in the rest of his inches and your thighs give up against the strain, weight forcing you down to sit flush against his lap— jutting his cock up against your womb with a deep twinge.

“take it easy, darling girl,” he bites out behind clenched teeth as his head tosses back against the window, his groan vibrating against your bodies. fingers digging deep into the soft skin of your hips at the intrusion, the sensation of your pussy sinking down on his cock is too much— breaking him out into a cold sweat, feverish. you're so small, tightening around him until he feels like choking. his calloused hand tries to rub soothingly over the soft dimples of your lower back, but he’s just as fucked out as you.

“i-i can’t-!” you cry out, trembling in his arms and clinging to him hopelessly, snot bubbling in your nose and mascara staining your cheeks. you shift experimentally and you feel your stomach lurch with a wet gasp punching from your lips, but there’s no real time to get used to the stretch of his cock inside of you and you know it— not when the mechanics are close to fixing up the broken ride. “n-nanami-” 

“you can do it, love,” he coos, kissing the temple of your sweaty forehead with the tender care you deserve for trying to accommodate his fat girth. he rewards you by fanning his hand over your belly, thumb dropping upside down to rub through your folds, fucking it over your swollen clit in squishy circles. “show me how well this pussy can take me.” 

you nod dumbly, the pleasure singeing your nerves raw as you shakily lift out of his lap before sinking again, his cock disappearing against your gummy walls with a thick push that squelches lewdly on the draw in. it’s overwhelming and so fucking good, your hand slapping against the window behind his head for leverage— leaving a print in the condensation. “eugh- f-fuck, kento-” 

there’s a different kind of stroke to a cock when you’re not allowed to have it. sweet punishment for your sins because you aren’t supposed to be here with your professor, fucking him at all, let alone in public. forced to settle for short, deep drops of your hips instead of bouncing high and spreading it out— keeping him snug against your cervix in order not to rock the capsule too much. it’s messy and your cunt loves it, slick spreading along your thighs, gushing down the length of nanami’s cock. 

“ah, look at you. you love this, don’t you? you wish someone would see. it’s like you want to get caught so everyone will know who this cunt makes the sweetest sounds for,” nanami rasps out, thumbing your clit faster now, leaving his fingerprints under the hood of the sore nub. he widens his stance, spreading his feet apart to force you to sink deeper into his lap— hard jostles, your ass cheeks slapping down lewdly against his balls. your back arches so prettily for him that he can’t help but grasp one of your tits into his hand, bringing it to his mouth to taste the salty skin on his tongue. 

“i-i love it-! i love it s’much, kento-sensei. love you s‘much-!” you sob loudly, burning with the affection his cock fucks against your nerves. you’re drunk on the pleasure, too much dopamine twinkling in your brain to realize the weight of your confession, but kento does. heart sputtering and swells inside his chest cavity because you sound like you mean it— cock thickening inside of you. 

“fuck- fucking love you too, my darling girl.” 

the desperate rhythm of your fucking upsets the gondola, rocking it slightly, and kento loses ground— his teeth catching your nipple in a pinch that makes you fuck down on him harder. the pain combined with the pleasure of his cock dragging in and out of your cunt dizzyingly sweet. he soothes over the sting with a gentle suck of his mouth and you squirm with a whine, gushing around him even more, your sticky cream foaming around the base of his cock in a squishy ring that aids your slide.  

“we are terribly sorry for the inconvenience, folks. the ride appears to be fully operational now and we will begin unloading passengers now!” 

the intercom announces loudly as the engine of the ride cranks up on the ground, the flashing lights shining into the gondola once again. you don’t even pay attention to the bright beams, eyes rolled back and and head too full of cum to notice so kento quickly clamps his hand over the back of your head and forces it down against his shoulder to hide your silhouette in the window.

“no- don’t wan’ get off yet. i-i’m so close… wanna cum on your cock so bad!” 

“what are you going to do if we reach the bottom of the ferris wheel doing this?” he pants, his hands pressing searing bruises into the curve of your hips as he lifts you effortlessly up and down his cock, breaching your soaked cunt with powerful, deep fucks that leaves you ruined. 

“a-are you scared of getting caught, nanami-sensei?” you whine, shifting against his strong hold, drooling against his shoulder as you moan loudly. nanami answers by bucking his hips off the bench hard, letting the devastating drops of your hips be met with hard snaps of his own. 

“hush, filthy girl. you’re so fucking loud,” he hisses, his hand leaving your hip to stuff three fingers into your mouth, clacking against your teeth with the movement. “suck them or do you want someone to hear us and stop you from cumming?” 

by the time the ferris wheel begins to descend, your mind is lost to the pleasure nanami fucks into your pussy. your exhausted fingers rub furiously at your puffy clit as you bounce frantically on your professor’s drenched cock, letting the fat cockhead bully that spongy sweet spot nestled along your walls repeatedly until you’re wailing even louder, the sound barely muffled by nanami’s thick fingers.

it’s so fucking good that neither one of you care about getting caught any longer, consequences be damned. the musky scent of sex permeates the tight air, the capsule rocks violently with your sloppy movements. and how could you care about anything else when nanami grips your hair and hisses into your ear, once and for all, “cum for me, you little slut,”

“uhuh, k-kento-sensei ‘m gonna cum for y-you-! jus’ for you-!” you promise with a cry, swallowing his cock down with greedy bounces of your cunt to his lap— thighs trembling violently, eyes crossing up, blurring your vision with tears as you fuck lewdly. your nails scratch down the window desperately as kento takes over and rubs his fingers through your slit, hooking his middle finger into your cunt alongside his cock, stretching you out even further while his thumb is back to rubbing into your clit again. sharp shocks of pleasure in that final movement that burns through your veins, throwing you over the edge. 

“give me one, little love- give me one right here, let me feel you-” 

you’re wailing too fucking loud, but he doesn’t dare stop you, not when you’re this breathtaking. trembling in his lap as the knot in your lower belly bursts wide open, knees clacking against his hips as your orgasm curls your toes, washing you down with white hot pleasure. you cling to nanami’s neck desperately, cunt expanding as overstimulation sets in and you splash juices against his shorts and the hem of your sundress with so much force that his cock slips out with a wet squelch, until you quickly push it back in with a gasp. 

“h-hah, oh god-!” you squeal, writhing all over his lap, cunt still pulsing and clamping around him. kento swears and you know that he’s close too, doing your best to give him a few more weak drops of your cunt on his cock. his muscles tighten and he cums with a long guttural groan that he buries against the sweaty skin of your neck, spurting thick globs of warm seed right up against your womb just as your gondola reaches the bottom of the ferris wheel— 

“f-fuck, darling. get off- get the fuck up right now-” 

you quickly climb off of kento’s lap on gummy legs, his cum pooling against your cotton panties and trickling messily down your inner thigh. you wipe your thighs on the hem of your ruined dress as kento calmly tucks his dripping cock back into his shorts before buttoning his wrinkled shirt up with an air of easy sophistication, as if he just didn’t fuck his student dirty on a ferris wheel, as if your squirt isn't soaked into his shorts and dripping onto his shoes.  

“come here, you,” he beckons, reaching for you to tenderly wipe your tear stained cheeks with his shirt, clearing up the smudges of mascara. “there.” 

you smile at him blearily just as the door to the gondola opens. the ride operators take in your disheveled appearances, but round it up to an hour of being stranded at the top of a thrill ride. what were they going to say, anyway? miss, why is that man's cum leaking down your leg?

nanami is casual, holding his head high and exiting first with your pompompurin plush while you follow behind him shyly, his arm wrapping around your waist to hoist you down from the gondola. he knows that the limp in your walk will be too obvious— you’re always so sore after he fucks you— so he kneels down on the platform, letting you climb onto his back to be carried. 

the carnival is deserted now. rides that once blasted the summer’s top hits have been shut down, sideshows boarded up for the night, and fairgoers who filled the streets have gone home by the time you and nanami make your way towards the exit, avoiding the makeshift emergency triage to the left checking on passengers of the ferris wheel even though no one was injured. but maybe you needed to let them check your heart and diagnose why you selfishly forced nanami into hanging out with you on his only day off, why you confessed to loving your professor while you were bouncing on his cock— 

why you meant every word you said to him.

“say, kento,” you call sleepily, one cheek smushed against his shoulder as your head lolls cutely against it. you hear him hum for you to continue, shifting your weight evenly as he walks out of the carnival grounds and towards the parking lot. a lump forms at the base of your throat, and you hate how vulnerable and weak you sound. “i’m sorry for dragging you out here today on your day off. you must be annoyed with me, right?” 

“don’t be foolish,” his voice is back to that endearing monotone, but he gives your thighs a soft squeeze as he strolls, pressing the key finder to his mercedes once you reach the parking lot to locate it. he's been an idiot the entire time, hiding you away like he has. “i’m off next saturday too so let’s go out on a date again.” 

˚‧ ✰ hottest students in nanami's class: @tobiodose, @lawscorazon, @fushisslut, @danibby, @hanmas, @atsumeii, @venusflytrapstar, @sheerxfiction, @sintiva, @getosbunny, @tonaken, @sailewhoremoon !!

#nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami smut #nanami kento smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #nanami kento imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines

[stellaluna33]

popping into people's asks this morning!

do you already have a fancy dress for your upcoming birthday party?!

I... have finally ordered the FABRIC (a silver-grey rayon velvet) for the dress for my birthday party. 😂. I dithered for a while because I couldn't make up my mind how many yards to get, haha. It's a fairly simple construction, though, so it shouldn't take too long (she says. 😅). The nice thing about it being a fantasy culture is that I can pretty much make it look however I want. So, I'm borrowing design elements/construction techniques from a variety of different ancient or traditional garments that mostly involve draping large pieces of fabric, haha! So the design is part Greek chiton, part kaftan, part Medieval European surcote... It's actually from a design I drew about 20 years ago for an illustration of Arwen, based on Tolkien's description of her at Elrond's feast in the Fellowship of the Ring. (I am being super insufferable and pedantic and insisting that the aesthetics of this party are based solely on the BOOK descriptions and not the movies. 😆. I love the movies! But their interpretation is only one of many possible interpretations and I have my OWN ideas about what things looked like, haha) The only part I probably won't be able to pull off is the belt of silver leaves. 😔 I made one in college and it was super pretty, but the only medium I had access to was silvertone "embossing metal," which is basically very heavy aluminum foil... So the belt was sadly very fragile and had to be thrown out years ago. I have definite ideas about how I would do it all over again, but sadly neither the time nor the funds to pull it off. 😆 Ah, well!

But I CAN use the cloak I made years ago (the old gown doesn't fit me anymore)! It's a dusky silvery lavender velvet, the color of a purple twilight sky (a similar color to Arwen's cloak in the movies), lined with a silvery faux silk, and has a voluminous hood. It was one of the first things I ever sewed by myself, and I remember cutting it out on the floor of the house I grew up in and asking my neighbor across the street to teach me how to use their sewing machine. 🥺 Aw! I'm feeling emotional about it now! 😂

#Sewing #Costuming #A long expected party #<- I think that's going to be my tag for this. Haha! #Rayon velvet is about half the price of silk velvet (and even silk velvet is usually mostly rayon now anyway) but still not super cheap #But I really wanted something better than polyester stretch velvet this time haha #My old cloak is definitely polyester stretch velvet! And it's still really pretty! #But... I was longing for the good stuff this time #Hence the dithering over yardage 'Can I get away with only 3 yards? No? Sigh. Fine.' I'm glad PayPal lets you split up payments now though!

[kanakomimura]

since i'm officially starting, here the introduction post! it'll be under a cut for length (and being image-heavy.)

The Story Annette grew up in one of those small towns where nothing interesting ever happened. Always the notorious wild child of the place, she wanted more for herself than what her hometown could give. While studying the cosmos in hopes of discovering something that might be her ticket out, she had no idea just how right she would be! Abducted and returned pregnant, Annette panicked. She was already the topic of the town gossip, who knew what might happen if everyone found out her kid was half alien? She hid her pregnancy for as long as she possibly could. Once her little bundle of Joy was too big to hide, she fled - taking her closest friends with her. Together, they founded the town of Springhaven.

The Thorne Family

Annette Thorne Bisexual - Libra - Knowledge/Pleasure Lifetime Want: Have 50 Dream Dates Turn Ons/Off: Glasses, Creative / Poor Brave - Social Butterfly - Handy - Hydrophobic - Supernatural Fan Impulsive, silly, and fun to be around - that's Annette! Even when she was little she was 'weird' or 'quirky' or...whatever other word someone could use to describe the kind of girl that would rather tell you all about how the boundary of the solar system ends in something called an 'oort cloud' than play like the other kids. She's always got some sort of weird fun fact under her belt! She loves whipping them out at parties. And yes, her blue hair is natural. Or, at least, as natural as it can be after turning that color from a freak accident involving a pool filled with cowplant juice. She's sworn off bodies of water ever since.

Joy Thorne ? - Capricorn - Grow Up Lifetime Want: ? Light Sleeper - Clumsy - Photographer's Eye Joy has no idea what her mom's so worried about. They haven't had much trouble since she was born. Sure, that was only 7 days ago, but still! She's positive that whatever happens they can handle together. In fact, she's positive in general! She seems to be much too wise for her age, but that's probably a good thing...?

The Palmer Family

Inigo Palmer Gay - Cancer - Family/Popularity Lifetime Want: Marry Off 6 Children Turn Ons/Off: Life Skills, Red Hair / Talented Loves the Cold - Absent-Minded - Nurturing - Charismatic - Green-Thumb Inigo has been Annette's best friend since they were in diapers. They consider each other to be siblings, so it just made sense to come with her when she left town! After all, Annette can be pretty reckless and usually needs his soft personality to help her see reason. He's known in his friend group for being a gentle, caring soul who would drop anything to lend a hand. He's hoping this new start will lead him to his soulmate...since his longtime crush on Elijah doesn't seem to be going anywhere.

The Barton Family

Elisa Barton (née Price) Straight - Leo - Romance/Fortune Lifetime Want: WooHoo with 20 Different Sims Turn Ons/Off: Life Skills, Fitness / Poor Loves the Heat - Loves To Swim - Flirty - Born Salesperson - No Sense of Humor

Elisa is Inigo's cousin. She and her boyfriend Elijah have been together since high school. They're not engaged, much less married, but she figured if they're getting a new start, why bother with her maiden name? Which seems like a pretty weird decision, considering she's having second thoughts about settling down with someone so uptight about money...

Elijah Barton Bisexual - Sagittarius - Pleasure/Family Lifetime Want: Become Game Designer Turn Ons/Off: Glasses, Red Hair / Great Dancer Hopeless Romantic - Computer Whiz - Frugal - Mooch - Lucky

Elijah is a total dorky sweetheart. He fell for Elisa at first sight and was completely surprised when she agreed to go out with him! He's passionate about games and all things fantasy. He dreams of one day developing his own game, but he wishes Elisa was more interested in his ideas. He considers Inigo his closest friend and can often been seen hanging out with him whenever he's not with Elisa.

Some Notes: - I used a random simgen for most aspects of these guys! I can't see where they go from here. - I'm following a mixture of rules, mainly Keoni's, DeeDee's, and Nepheris'. - I'll start using ROS on the second round for each household. If I can't fulfill the event - since most of them aren't things I can do yet - I'll play the round without. I'm playing wants-based (for the most part.) - I'm not a builder by any means. Every building I'm using has been downloaded and redecorated.

#ts2 #the sims 2 #bacc #springhaven bacc #springhaven thorne family #springhaven palmer family #springhaven taylor family #springhaven dawson family

[stormstruck-angel]

1, 6, 10, 16, 20, 26, 30, 36, 40, 46, 50.

For the OC ask game :)

Under the cut bc this got long!

1. Your first OC ever?

Oh, this is Hard, I barely remember my little self-insert OCs from way back when. I will hesitantly say my first OC ever was... a Pokemon trainer OC. Her name was Ari, she had a Celebi who she could talk to because I said so, and her love interest was the Aura guy who hangs out on Iron Island. Good times!

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

.....This feels like a callout. Hm. So, y'see, I have this thing where I'm uncreative and have a Type when it comes to character design, so... a lot of my OCs do tend to look alike superficially.

Technically Atlas (a dnd OC) and Aurelion (a dating sim OC) should be the poster children for this question, only because they were a case of not so much 'looking alike' as 'hey I'm stealing my own character design for a different setting because I like it and couldn't think of anything else.' Consequently, Atlas and Aurelion look more-or-less like twins despite not even belonging to the same universe(s). However, I do like to joke that they're somehow distantly related--given that one exists in a sort of medieval-fantasy-Ancient-Greece blend and the other in a futuristic space empire-- if only because the thought of Atlas having a far-off descendant who looks exactly like them makes me laugh.

Otherwise, I do have a lot of blonde OCs (fondly and only sort-of-jokingly nicknamed my Army of Blondes) who kind of vaguely look like they could be related but definitely aren't. The two OCs who /are/ related basically look nothing alike at all.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

Hmmmmm, "complicated" is a very subjective term... To me, none of my OCs designs are particularly complicated - they all have more complex bits, usually wardrobe related, and only because I can't resist a fun wardrobe, but by and large they're not all that complicated. I will, however, nominate Atlas for this one, because they wear armour almost All The Time, and it's kind of ornate and I hate drawing it, so.

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?

Hmmmmm. Probably Castor (dnd Wizard). He's a nerd. <3 Oh, but also Dani! She's an OC for a different TTRPG (Masks, if anyone is curious!) and is kind of an over-achiever-needs-straight-A's kid, bless her heart.

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Lyra and Nicky! Lyra is my beautiful, beautiful human bard, my first ever DND PC, and is a country singer. :,) I don't really have a headcanon for her voice, but her character playlist is mostly Dolly Parton with a little bit of Taylor Swift and Kacey Musgraves thrown in, so feel free to imagine something that suits. I imagine her belting Jolene a lot. <3

Nicky is my brandest newest baby boy, who I know very little about music-wise. He's in a band with some dudes about his age, ostensibly of the rock persuasion, but since I know very little about rock music, I mostly imagine him sounding like Charlie Gillespie, since Julie and the Phantoms is the only thing I really know that even vaguely fits the concept. 😂

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

Thankfully, no! I've been very fortunate that all my dear friends who play Barbies with me are very accommodating of my little characters, so I've generally never really had to mess with them any more than I particularly wanted to.

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

Dani, one hundred percent, bless her. She already has one stuffed animal she doesn't keep secret - she's probably got a stash under her bed.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?

In fairness, almost all of my OCs are part of a larger group made with (a) friend(s), so they tend to all have a friend or sibling or s/o who belongs to someone else, but I feel like most relevant would be my beloved Rose, whose boyfriend/soulmate/husband/etc. belongs to @ash-soka <3

Shout-out to my beloved friend C, too, who bequeathed me partial ownership of the book she may or may not someday write so my little character and hers could be dating-divorced-will-they-won't-they-maybe-in-another-life-or-maybe-in-this-one for my enjoyment. <3 Wyvern+Sera 4eva <3 <3 <3 And also Anna and Clara! Bestie supernatural room-mates!!

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

The act of creating all my OCs are always fond memories in themselves - good times where I was having fun with friends! There are too many good moments to remember and pick, honestly.

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

Luckily no lmao, I don't tend to brutalize them much (at least not out loud), so I generally never have cause to be accused of such.

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want.

Hi, my name is Andy and I'm bad at blank space questions-- so here's an incomplete list of as many of my OCs/PCs as I can remember, grouped vaguely by what they're for--

Dani, Nicky, Atlas, Lyra, Castor, Althea, Bon, Zamir, Rory, Aurelion, Amaranth, Senna, Rose, Juliet, Sprinkles, Vee, Wren, Anna, Victoria, Minty, Niccolos, Penny, Maddy, Austin, Aiden, Ari, Kit, Caine,

(are you regretting giving me a free space yet--)

#asks #oc questions

[vanmccannonlyfans]

how would you style Van with the colour green?

ahhhhh he would look so good in green!! i can't believe we've never seen him in green spare one military style jacket from over a decade ago...

fendi fw 21

if he can do all black he can do all green...we love a monochromatic moment here

hermes f 22

comfy grandpa cardigan and leather pants bc van contains multitudes

d&g fw 18

the velvet...the emerald shade...the bow tie...the brocade pants...chefs kiss

gucci fw 20

fantasy pick but this whole fit is just FUN i love it

alexandre mattiussi ss 23

i love how breezy and understated this is like i usually hate track style pants but the pleats on these make them look so nice! i think van would really pull this off

bode f 20

the pennants on the jacket are so fun and unexpected and i love the colorway of the purple shorts, yellow shirt, and green jacket

salvatore ferragamo ss 21

everything about this is just so pretty and purposefully designed from the draping of the shirt to the perforations in the jacket and the simple pinstripe pants and belt

#thanks for asking! ❤️‍🔥 #you’ve got mail 💌 #van mccann #catb

[mensnorsevikingjewelry]

Different Kinds of Fantasy Sexy Costumes

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Typical sexy attire for belly dancing includes a long skirt and a bra with embellishments for the bust. The maximum length of this skirt is 37.50 cm. Accessories like gloves, hats, and so on are standard fare when shopping for garments. Women with upper hip sizes between 34 and 38" will find a good fit in this skirt. Costing up to $500, belly dance attire can be a significant investment. The quality and quantity of the embellishments on a belly dancing costume will determine its price.

Lingerie costumes are widely available both in-person and online. Typically, the neighborhood shop is only open for the Halloween season. It will be filled with people throughout the Halloween season. And there won't be a lot of stock lying around. The internet shop has a wider selection of fantastically seductive clothing than the brick-and-mortar location. Price tags on the racy apparel from the fantasy realm sit between $20 and $60. You should perform a price comparison between several stores so that you can get a lingerie costume that is within your budget.

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A lot of women and girls don't have the body type or facial traits of your average supermodel. However, they still have the option to appear fantastic by shopping the huge selection of attractive plus-size clothing.

Refrain From Putting Constraints On Yourself

We are grounded in reality, wherein not every woman presents as model-thin. They shouldn't let that stop them from buying fashionable clothes. Models with striking good looks and impressive physical fitness have long been prized in the fashion industry. Those who are plus-sized or curvier should not feel like they have to conform to these standards. Neither do they have to spend a considerable fortune in slimming goods to attempt and squeeze into dresses or outfits that are not their size? If they want to look good, they can go shopping for sexy plus-size clothes or dresses.

Loads Of Stylish Selection

There are tonnes of attractive sexy plus size clothing in the market. They include everything from tops to dresses and bottoms. Worried about what to wear out that night? No bother. You will be able to locate a pretty decent choice of evening gowns or dresses online. The range of available options includes a wide range of hues, designs, and construction materials. Gone are the days when you wind up feeling dreadful because you can't manage to find anything to fit into because you are not within the regular size frame of the mass of the people. I know of folks who are continually irritated because they managed to find the apparel they like but it does not have the size that they need.

Cheap and easy to use

Now that people can purchase online from the comfort of their own homes, online shopping has become increasingly popular. Dresses and tops in plus sizes, as well as other types of attractive clothing, are readily available online. Although some of these plus-size retailers charge a hefty premium for their garments, you can find others that provide them at more reasonable prices on the web. Getting one or more of these costumes delivered to your house after placing an online order is a breeze.

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Saint Laurent Bags For Girls

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How To Find Branded Replicas On Aliexpress 2021

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[evilnumnum]

I’m always thinking about marcassin and also abt how he and swaine should’ve interacted more

#art #artist #doodle #illustration #sketch #drawing #fanart #ni no kuni wrath of the white witch #ni no kuni swaine #ni no kuni #ni no kuni marcassin #nnk wotww #nnk #nnk fanart #don’t mind the weird drawing on the right #it’s a mini redesign?? #like I wanted to exaggerate his features n all that #man all the designs in that game r so good but so minimal #and I like CLUTTER so imma draw that one day #fantasy designs with 20 belts >>>

[mixelation]

hfjkdslf i do have some off-the-top-of-my-head ideas for Homemade Dynamite's Evil Twin (orochimaru drags sasori back in time for his personal fix-it fic):

bc orochimaru has shit like edo tensei and a large number of nonsensical fantasy mad scientist accomplishments under his belt, we'll say that regardless of when orochimaru time travels from, he can just take some Sasori cells with him and revive him

SO i think time travel!orochimaru is from post-sasori's death, but i can't decide? when?? i'm KIND OF leaning towards the chunk of orochimaru's soul embedded in sasuke about two seconds before itachi seals him away where he's like. W E L P i fucked up. time to activate one of my plan b fail safes (which includes sasori because it was made during a different era when orochimaru thought having sasori around would be useful/necessary since they were partners when orochimaru set the failsafe up)

now sasori is? suddenly back from the dead?? in the past??? and He's Going to Kill You

narratively i'm leaning towards the best time period for this fic being Orochimaru choosing to go back in time to riiiight before he went missing nin. so his relationship with jiraiya, tsunade and hiruzen is tenuous but not unsalvageable. he has his secret labs. he has some stupid alliance with danzo he's going to burn ASAP bc i hate writing about danzo. and minato is the brand new hokage and he's like 22

i think time travel!orochimaru who's gotten over not becoming hokage would actually find positioning himself as minato's trusted mentor really fun. like they're both different types of genius but anyway you cut it, orochimaru is both MUCH more experienced in a lot of areas that minato would value, and also he's put in more hours at.... general manipulation.... so i think it would be a lot of minato smiling cheerfully and it being unclear if he trusts orochimaru or is just playing dumb to gain an advantage or not, and orochimaru would think this is adorable

anyway orochimaru is much more adept at wide scale manipulation even without genjutsu abuse than itachi is, so i think. i think orochimaru could just have sasori-the-famous-missing-nin* in konoha and like. get people to agree to it? including sasori??

Sasori is very annoyed he's been tricked into setting up base in Konoha and keeps running into Anko and being like: WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?????

sasori is going to kill kabuto. no. shut up. he doesn't care how useful a medic he is. just fix your issues with tsunade or get that sakura girl

i'm actually NOT sure what sasori's overall goal is here besides improve his own mortality so he doesn't die again, but i think he should be allowed to poison a lot of konoha denizens. as a treat

orochimaru low-key only brought him back as a byproduct for an outdated fail safe but like. listen. sasori has one of the most insane biologies of anyone in the series and he designed it himself. orochimaru is absolutely making him stick around and engage in philosophical debates with him and tricking him into helping with autopsies and rearranging his revenge plans to take a field trip to do something to see if he can get a rise out of sasori. he forgot how much he liked him, oh no

orochimaru is invested in konoha's safety but only in s much as he wants konoha in general to ~pay attention to him~, so getting fed up and going missing-nin just to prove a point isn't off the table

Orochimaru: .....did you bring a child with you? Sasori, clutching the genin of your choice**: well no one told me puppetry classes were going to turn into fleeing for our lives today

EDIT: honestly if he and sasori are getting a long at this point. a coup is also not off the table LMAO

*i've seen conflicting ages for the exact number, but sasori is mid-30s in shippuuden. so he'd be time traveling back to when he's around 20 and would have only been a missing-nin 4-5 years. he did also murder the kazekage so i think he'd be pretty infamous, but i've always headcanoned 35 year old sasori as VERY well-known and i can't decide if it'd be funny if he were less famous or not. yes i said FUNNY not plot convenient :P

**also up to you if this genin is a student or about to become a puppet themselves ;)

#homemade dynamite's evil twin

[theseventhoffrostfall]

Something notable about PC’s in tabletop is the disparity between how they’re intended and how they’re perceived and (in derivative works) written.

The intent behind most character classes, especially in DnD but present in virtually all tabletop games, is that to be “Level 1″ in something, you’re already a badass. Level 1 fighters are supposed to be veteran soldiers, bandit chiefs, and so forth. And this is borne out in the game, where you’re fully expected to be able to take on and win against multiple human or humanoid opponents, themselves trained fighters, and win easily--and then, working with a team with a similar experience level, carve through successive engagements against groups of enemies that outnumber you and/or would pulverize groups of ordinary troops and specialists, and this is treated by the game design as an ordinary adventuring day and the guy who sent you to do this fully expected you to survive and succeed.

Most of the time, however, players think of level 1 characters in mechanical and ‘this is the start of the campaign’ terms, and consider a level 1 character to be a punk newbie with barely a day of experience under their belt. They don’t consider that the above task is the sort of thing an ordinary soldier would win the equivalent of the Medal of Honor for, they just think “oh, there’s 19 more levels, this guy’s a weak-ass rookie.”

This is part of why I really, really hate “Adventurer’s Guild”s in a fantasy world. People that can regularly carve a fucking bloody path through entire tribes of Orc marauders or hunt and kill supernatural monsters terrorizing a region shouldn’t be common enough for there to be a guild based on giving them busywork errands to do.

This also ties into peoples’ complaints that in some systems high level characters don’t feel strong enough compared to low level ones. The small power gap makes a lot more sense if you stop just thinking “lol Level 1″ vs “hell yea Level 20″ and realize the starting point of a party is a gang of hardened badasses and Level 20 is just them getting even stronger. Level 1 vs. Level 20 is a battle-hardened knight vs. a warrior-demigod, not a warrior-demigod vs. a snot-nosed peasant kid.

#worldbuilding #kinda

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Supermodel & Actress CANDICE SWANEPOEL

Meet Candice Susan Swanepoel, one of the sexiest models of the past decade or so. Born on 20 October, 1988, she is known for her work with Victoria’s Secret. In 2016, she was listed 8th on the Forbes top-earning models list.

She was born to Willem Swanepoel and Eileen Swanepoel (née Green) and raised in Mooi River, South Africa, in an Afrikaaner family. While growing up, Candice was a ballet dancer. She attended boarding school at St. Anne’s Diocesan College in the nearby town of Hilton. At age 15, she was spotted by a model scout in a Durban flea market.

She has appeared in fashion editorials in American, Italian, British, Spanish, German, Greek, Russian, Australian, Brazilian, Japanese, Korean, Chinese, and Mexican Vogue; Brazilian, British, German and South African Elle; British, South African, Romanian, Mexican and Chinese GQ; American, Spanish, Czech, Argentine, Turkish and Korean Harper’s Bazaar; V, Allure, W, and i-D.

Candice Swanepoel has walked the runway for Fendi, Chanel, Tommy Hilfiger, Dolce and Gabbana, Michael Kors, Donna Karan, Giambattista Valli, Jason Wu, Prabal Gurung, Rag & Bone, Oscar de la Renta, Elie Saab, Diane von Fürstenberg, Sportmax, Betsey Johnson, Stella McCartney, Viktor and Rolf, Givenchy, Versace, Jean Paul Gaultier, Christian Dior, Blumarine, Etro and Ralph Lauren.She has appeared in advertising campaigns for Tom Ford, Oscar De La Renta, Givenchy, Miu Miu, Tommy Hilfiger, Rag & Bone, Ralph Lauren, Shiatzy Chen, Michael Kors, Blumarine, Versace, Prabal Gurung, Diesel, Guess?, Swarovski, Agua Bendita, Colcci, True Religion, Nike, Juicy Couture, as well as for Victoria’s Secret since 2007. In addition to appearing in the lingerie brand’s commercials, she was a featured model in the 2010 “SWIM” catalog, along with Lindsay Ellingson, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Behati Prinsloo, and Erin Heatherton.

In 2010, Swanepoel became a Victoria’s Secret Angel. Swanepoel modeled for the Kardashians’ 2010 swimwear line. On 12 August 2010, Swanepoel officially opened the first Victoria’s Secret retail store in Canada, at West Edmonton Mall, Edmonton. In 2013, Swanepoel was named the cover model of the coveted Victoria’s Secret Swim Catalogue. Swanepoel was chosen to wear the “Fantasy Bra” in the 2013 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. The 10 million dollar bra, named the “Royal Fantasy Bra”, was created by Mouawad. The bra and its matching belt featured over 4,200 precious gems, including rubies, diamonds and yellow sapphires set in 18 carat gold with a 52-carat ruby at the center. In 2018, she launched her own swimwear collection Tropic of C. She won Launch of the Year award at the 5th Annual Daily Front Row Awards.Swanepoel was voted №61 in 2010, №62 in 2011, №75 in 2013, and №36 in 2015 in FHM’s annual “100 Sexiest Women in the World” poll[21] and №1 in 2014 Maxim’s “Hot 100 List”. In 2019, she was honored with Revolve’s Woman of the Year award.Swanepoel made her debut at №10 on Forbes’ “The World’s Top-Earning Models” list, with estimated earnings of $3 million between 2010 and 2011. She was ranked №9 in 2013 with estimated earnings of $3.3 million. In 2015, she was ranked No 8 with earnings of $5 million. In 2016, she was ranked No 8 with earnings of $7 million.

She is fluent in Afrikaans, English, and Portuguese, the last of which she learned from her longtime ex-boyfriend, Hermann Nicoli, a Brazilian model. They began dating after they met in Paris when she was 17 and he was 23. In August 2015, the couple announced their engagement. They have two sons together. The couple split in November 2018.

As of 2018, she reportedly splits her time between Brazil and New York City. Swanepoel is actively involved in mothers 2 mothers, a charity devoted to achieving an “HIV-free generation” of children and mothers in Africa. She has designed denims for it, and in May 2019, joined the charity as a patron and their global ambassador.

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