#so no high hopes ; just enjoy <3

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[toastybugguy]

dude why did ppl hate The End of Hope’s Peak High School sm

[leggomyayygo]

Uh hi? 🙈

[wabblebees]

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[inkykeiji]

No fr, I saw Hazbin fans on TT who ACTUALLY THOUGHT Alastor's last name was "Altruist". Like. They didn't comprehend it was a word he was mockingly attaching to his name after his performance in the finale.

oh my good god. once again i say, the media literacy (and possibly literacy, period) is buried beneath the ground like...that’s actually concerning. unless they were young teenagers who just didn’t know what the word meant,, tho idk if young teenagers should necessarily be watching hazbin but that’s a different conversation for a different time.

[petra-dot-png]

The 2 anxious besties!

[bcneheaded]

HELLOOO good afternoon <3 a kind of sort of half assed doodle dump for yall on this fine saturday (bc i was goin through old stuff trying to look for a particular drawing so therefore ! a handful of miscellaneous yet related to this blog ones). kinda long?? maybe? apologies

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puts a handful of Aether into ur hands <3 this is !! eros' ex lover (also primedorial god of light, & the personification of the air in which the gods breathe (shes a fucking asshole to him now fdfsDSFS) pls my god dont look too hard, these are so fucking old LMAO vv

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vv ghJFDJGD OLD DOODLE PLAYING W THE IDEA THAT HE NEVER SWEARS LMAO vv

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HAZEL AND ARTIE !! old snippet of a doodle/comic of when! she finally takes off her mask and lets him see her eyes!! she has Soul Eyes .... and what I mean by that is like she just has.... so many colors in there. vv

vv idk i think i shared this wip last time of The Tailor but here the mans is vvv

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vv some old edgy badru thing vv

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vv ALSO !! I might've mentioned Lord Schwarz once or twice thus far but if you see me talking about him, this is the skeezy pos mfer right here. the op vampire bastard vv

vvvv this is his brother, Indriik. the less pos gross mfer man that is the only creature on this planet that can back talk his brother without being killed jfdjgdfg vvv hateful german vampire brothers <3

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vv fucked up spirit of a lady that was drowned by her lover in a lake outside Schwarz' mansion ?? i think idk vv something something,,, the only entity Schwarz, for some reason, is gentle to vv

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OH THE OG DRAWING FOR FATHER TIME (clock-head detective <3)

vv then the new version i did this year (owow look a recent drawing jfjdjgd) he is yet another very dramatic weird-headed entity (he has..... /some/ lore. Artemis knows him, and is made uncomfortable by him bc of what he actually is fddgfdg but thats another ramble for another time) VV

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vv and then a Whisper!! the little "casper-like entites" i might refer to now and again. they kinda wander Artemis' shop. they're echoes of souls of the living, animals, and supernatural that died of natural causes. they're gentle and very simple creatures, enjoy helping and are attracted to magic. Artemis happens to have a lot of that within his possession in the shop kfkfds so naturally they tend to like it there

[icewindandboringhorror]

i can tell summer has been very hot and annoying to me this year because just seeing snow in the sims is enough to be deeply emotionally moving 

[wheres-my-prize]

Here's the Harvey fic I promised :) I'll put a cut because she's a little lengthy

~**~

Emilia had died late last night. 5 hours ago, 4 in the morning, William and Charles came by to help bury her. Harvey hadn’t moved since then, hadn’t spoken a word all day. He sat and stared at the grave and tried to wrap his head around the situation. It was his youngest sister’s fault for saying he spent too much time with his wife, it was his boss’ fault for firing him, it was totally and entirely his fault for not saving her sooner — in fact, she wasn’t even dead. She couldn’t be. She’d come out of the house any second and scold him for sitting outside without a jacket in the middle of winter, and he’d gladly come back in with her. 

Three more hours pass and she still hasn’t come. They feel like nothing at all. William comes back over to tell him to go inside, for God’s sake. Harvey hardly realizes he’s there. 

The next time he’s aware of his surroundings he’s inside again, lying on their bed fully dressed. He doesn’t remember getting up, he doesn’t even register it in his mind. The only thing he can think about is how empty the house is. Emilia should be here, lying next to him, chastising him for tracking dirt on the floor, singing in the kitchen. He’s never been able to sleep on his back but he can’t stand to face the empty blankets to his right.

He’s awake again, the phone is ringing. It’s definitely still dark out, though he can’t tell how much time has passed. Instinctively he gets up to pick up the phone, but he finds himself completely unable to form a sentence. The phone stops ringing. He presses his palms against his eyes to try and stop the migraine he can feel coming on, but the attempt is fruitless. He slips his jacket over his shoulders and leaves the house to buy smokes for the first time in 10 years.

Harvey is standing in an alley and smoking. He can’t even recall the last time he did this. Surprisingly, leaving the house cleared his head a significant amount. He’s aware of his surroundings at least for the most part now. There’s two men standing on the porch of a business around the corner from him, talking loud enough for him to hear loud and clear.

“You know, this whole… ‘Depression’ nonsense is really getting to me, Dick. I mean, honestly…! The way I see it – if the ‘poor’ didn’t have the financial stability to survive, they weren’t working hard enough to deserve to be alive. Who are we to dispute God’s choice to save this country from the weak and lazy?”

Harvey stopped listening. His blood boiled, his vision went red. He could hear nothing more than his own heart pounding in his chest. Suddenly, everything was hazy again. He only got small snippets of consciousness, it felt like he wasn’t able to control his own actions, just watched as he moved independently of himself. He found himself walking back to his house, then standing in the same alley tightly gripping a knife he vaguely recognized. The man who’d been talking passed by him without paying him any mind, he was without the other person now. Harvey followed him, stalked him to a large house in a secluded area. The next thing he knew, he was standing by a river bank, covered in blood, pushing a very heavy bag into the water. He didn’t know where the knife was.

It was morning, Harvey was sitting on the bed again. He’s wearing clean clothes again, the knife is still nowhere in sight. It was nearly like nothing had happened, if not for the overpowering stench of blood. He stood to investigate the smell, it seemed as though every bone in his body was aching. 

Three weeks had passed since the murder– he’d decided he’d definitely murdered the man, though he couldn’t recall it clearly – and Harvey could not find a single reason to feel guilt about it. He was shocked, really, breaking the law with a clean conscience was very unlike him. His head was unusually clear, and after much sitting at Emilia’s grave and speaking to her aloud, he’d determined that it was in self defense and it was completely necessary that he defend his wife’s honor and memory against the man. The only regret he held was that he didn’t cause more suffering for the class that killed his wife. He hadn’t truly committed any crime in his own eyes.

Harvey was walking by the river, it was swarming with police officers. A bag had been dragged onto the bank. One of the men was holding the knife he’d lost. That night, he’d said goodbye to Emilia and left town without saying a word to anybody.

~**~

Harvey didn’t know where he was. He’d taken a train an hour out and was staying in a hotel. He’d hardly had the money to eat – not that he really had before, but it had gotten easier since only needing to find food for one person – and found that the only thing ever on his mind was how much he regretted leaving Emilia and how badly he needed to get revenge on everyone who had forced him to. He’d taken the blame all the way up to the imagined source, and decided somebody needed to bring down the authority of President Hoover, one way or another. Hoover was the one who prolonged the economic crisis, Hoover was the one who took his job from him, Hoover was the one who wouldn’t provide support when Harvey’s wife was in the hospital, Hoover was the one who needed to pay for his crimes. Not Harvey. 

The money problem was getting worse. He couldn’t eat anymore. He was at a pawn shop selling his wedding ring. He wasn’t totally sure why he couldn’t just let himself starve, it wasn’t like he had a home to go back to, or a wife, or a family, as soon as they found out what he’d gone and done. He knew, deep down, it was for the same reason why he hadn’t turned himself in to the police in the first place: he wasn’t done avenging Emilia. He needed to do more. He needed to ensure that the same fate wasn’t brought upon another man’s wife. He couldn’t die until he’d fixed the problem.

The owner of the shop had his back turned to Harvey, giving him some speech he hadn’t listened to a word of. Harvey’s eyes absentmindedly scanned the shop. His gaze fell onto a gun lying right out on the counter in front of him. It was a revolver, relatively small, .22 caliber, only around 10 years out of date. A million thoughts flashed through his head at once. Picking up the gun and checking quickly that the owner wasn’t looking at him, Harvey tucked it under his shirt and put his jacket on to conceal the silhouette. He picked his ring back up off the counter.

“On second thought… I don’t think I’m ready to sell this,” He interrupted

The owner’s eyebrows raised, he stopped talking and turned back to face Harvey again.

“Oh. Are you sure? Of course, we could–”

Harvey quickly nodded and made for the door, feigning intense emotion. Not that he didn’t genuinely feel upset to have nearly sold it, he simply had a mission to complete and no time to spare on extensive explanations or emotional outbursts.

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After a few days’ travel across a few trains, gun and stolen bullets hidden deep within his suitcase, Harvey had arrived in Washington, D.C. His mind was clearer than it had been in weeks, his goal defined and within reach. Hoover was holding a rally, a place for rich supporters to celebrate his utter failure of a term. Harvey was completely disgusted by the concept, but excited by the chance to get an easy shot at him.

The convention was truly a marvel, like a trainwreck that was gruesome and impossible to look away from. The nicest suits Harvey had ever seen on people so visibly hedonistic and immoral. Everyone there looked at him with scrutiny, as though he were some sort of vermin with his tattered jacket and uncombed hair. He brushed them all off, it didn’t matter how they looked upon him now, when they’d all be distraught and horrified when they watched him leave. He wasn’t here to prove anything, he was here to make these men pay for what they’d done to his Emilia. That was all that mattered now.

The plan was simple. The gun was hidden within a pocket sewed to the inside of his jacket. Hoover would walk up in front of the crowd and begin his speech. Harvey would weasel his way to the front – he was thin from not eating and quite tall, it would not be difficult – he would feign interest, emotion. He would reach into his jacket under the guise of going for a handkerchief, pull out his revolver. Shoot Hoover four times at point-blank range. Hoover would die, Harvey would be taken by police, tried for assassination, and would take the death penalty glady knowing that he’d avenged Emilia and was going to return to her. It was perfect, foolproof.

But, then… Hoover came in front of the crowd. Harvey looked the man who killed his wife in the eyes for the first time in his life. He couldn’t wait. He couldn’t risk it. He needed Hoover to die immediately, he couldn’t risk it. He was consumed by a blind rage, an unstoppable hunger for Hoover’s death, and he couldn’t wait. He couldn’t risk missing his chance to make them all pay.

Harvey pulled the gun from his pocket and shot four rounds at him. The speech ended abruptly. Screams rang out, cries of shock and pain. He was tackled by a security guard. His glasses broke when he hit the ground, glass flattened against his face and stuck deep into the skin and muscle under his eye. More guards piled on top of him. Everyone was yelling. His nose was pressed to the ground, his shoulder on top of it. He couldn’t breathe. He felt the gun pulled from under his body, felt himself being pulled to his feet. A man with very large hands grabbed him by the throat. Handcuffs were fastened around his wrists so tightly he could have sworn he was bleeding. He tried to turn his head to see if he’d hit Hoover, his head was forcefully snapped back into place. He was dragged from the scene into a police car. Everything was so damn loud.

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Harvey was sitting in a prison. He’d been stripped of everything except for an undershirt and pants, he was freezing cold. The glass embedded in his face had caused his right eye to swell shut. It felt like he could feel every bruise on his body, and they were everywhere. There was an officer going through his suitcase across the room, and at least thirteen others, armed, with guns pointing at him. He didn’t know where he was, and he didn’t know if he’d succeeded.

He’d been interrogated what felt like a hundred times. He admitted to everything – the murder, the theft, evading arrest, assassination – nobody would tell him if Hoover was dead or not. It felt like they wanted more information, like he wasn’t telling them something he didn’t know he wasn’t telling them. One of the interrogation officers asked if he’d murdered his Emilia. He didn’t answer questions from that man anymore.

Harvey was sitting in a courtroom, he’d finally been given his clothes back. He was looking through his good eye across the room at his family. Why they’d chosen to come he didn’t know. Most of his siblings were looking anywhere they could that wasn’t at Harvey, like they couldn’t handle that their oldest brother had turned from such a sweet and caring man into a monster. They didn’t understand. His youngest brother, Calvin, looked up and met his gaze. Why his mother had ever decided that it was appropriate for a sixteen-year-old boy to watch his own brother be sentenced to death he didn’t know. Harvey offered a slight smile in his direction, he honestly felt bad that he had to be here. Calvin looked back down at his shoes without returning it. Probably for the best.

~**~

Harvey was found guilty of attempted assination, murder in the 1st degree, resisting arrest, and two counts of theft. He was sentenced to execution by electric chair. His mother weeped, the only upset person in the room aside from Harvey. He had failed completely and was going to die for it. Maybe it was for the best. He wouldn’t have been able to avenge Emilia in prison for the rest of his life. He’d done his best, and it wasn’t good enough. He didn’t deserve a second chance. Should’ve waited.

He was allowed a guarded meeting with his family before he was put back in his cell to wait for his execution. He didn’t want to meet with his family. He’d not been given a choice.

Mrs. Schwarz had yet to stop crying since he was sentenced. He couldn’t meet her gaze, nor could he respond to her angry questioning. William was the closest in age to Harvey, and he simply looked disappointed. Louise sat with her head in her hands. Minnie cussed him out upon entering the room and hadn’t said a single word since. Calvin was just staring at him. Calvin shouldn’t have been there. He was far too young to understand what was happening. He’d never completely recover from this. Charles said everyone thought he’d killed himself, asked him why he would ever do what he did. He didn’t respond.

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Three weeks had passed since he’d spoken with his family. It was the date of his execution. He had to finally face the repercussions of his actions.

For his last day alive, Harvey was surprisingly unaffected.

The guards asked for his final meal. He told them he didn’t want any food, just a minute completely alone to speak with his Emilia. His request was denied.

He was strapped into the chair. His heartbeat quickened. He swore at himself internally, now really was not the time to get anxious.

There were people in the room. Hoover supporters, excited to see him get his comeuppance for challenging their precious worldview. His brother William was there, the rest of his family returned to their homes because they couldn’t afford to lose their jobs. There was a photographer who seemed young and inexperienced, his camera in hand, resting at his side instead of taking pictures. Not a single person he was happy to see in his final moments.

The man standing in front of the crowd was giving a speech he couldn’t bring himself to listen to about how wonderful of a man Herbet Hoover was. He was disgusted that such words would be spoken in his presence right before his death. He was too exhausted to say anything about it.

The speech finished. The speaker turned to give the executioner a look of approval. He moved out of the way so everyone could watch. This was it.

Harvey’s last thought was not about his own death, nor about the people in the room, nor about Hoover. Harvey Schwarz’s last thought was about his wife, Emilia, just as it was meant to be. He was going to return to her at last, and he'd never been happier.

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♡ megbias highlight reel — heart boys, if you will . for meg @slowrabbitpd , happy birthday . ♡

[ducktracy]

i really like when porky and sylvester are paired together but i always got the vibe from these cartoons that porky,,,, just isnt a cat person lol like yeah in kitty kornered he does straight up say he hates pussycats. i have a hc that in these cartoons porky never even adopted sylvester he just showed up on porky's doorstep 1 day and never left. i do like chuck jones' take on sylvester also but i can very easily interpret porky in those shorts seeing sylvester as just some guy who follows him around over an actual pet. anyways im glad they returned to the sylvester as porky's pet cat dynamic in the put the cat out segments on looney tunes cartoons

MAYBE… Porky has a history of not being super great with pets to begin with (mainly i think his issue in Kitty Kornered is he doesn’t like being CHALLENGED by his cats, he’s all smiles when putting them to bed but i think the moment they get wise with him THAT’s when he’s like I’LL TEAR ‘EM LIMB FROM LIMB. mainly a personality thing more than the cats BEING cats… i think he just hates being challenged and so when domesticated animals challenge AND OUTSMART HIM it purposefully makes a bit of a bad image for him HAHAHA. guess you could argue Sylvester in the Jones shorts is “challenging” him too even if he WAS in the right and Porky is just being his stubborn little self and thus explaining the aggravation) but the cartoons he does have cats with—Sylvester or otherwise—he treats them a lot better than his dogs who he WILL berate for… just… existing LOL. i’ve been indoctrinating an irl friend into these shorts and we’ve both been poking a lot of fun at how mean he can get with his pets but dogs in particular… poor dogs.

different contexts and all but same director, one year apart LOL.

CUTE HEADCANON THOUGH YES!!! reminds me of the greatest image in existence, every time i see this it sends me into a fit of laughter for some reason

SEEING SYLVESTER AS A RANDOM GUY WHO FOLLOWS HIM AROUND WOULD BE… VERY ODD BUT FUNNY LOL another “Goofy vs Pluto” thing i guess. i do love the Porky/Sylvester shorts though and that Sylvester is given a purely domesticated angle. Kitty Kornered is so much fun because it has both angles (we’re led to believe that Sylvester and the gang are all domesticated animals but they immediately launch into a—rather intelligent given the circumstances—scheme to throw Porky out of his own house), but that would be a bit odd in practice to be petting your cat goodnight or something and having him say goodnight back to you HAHAHA.

BUT YES SAME HERE i am VERY excited for more Porky and Sylvester. in spite of my gripes with The Looney Tunes Show i really adore that the pilot had Porky as Sylvester’s owner instead, and even Wabbit/New Looney Tunes had an episode with them that was pretty true to the original Jones format which i love

BUT YEAH, i see him much more as a cat person than a dog person, but i am 99% sure i’m just projecting because i technically own… 10? cats? it’s a long story that i’ll shove into the tags but. i am VERY much a cat person LOL they’re all i’ve known my whole life so i’m probably imparting my bias onto Porky. i just think it’s funny that he’s deemed such a humanoid character that he’s able to OWN any pets to begin with. like… how weird would it be if Daffy owned a pet dog

[butchclericbeast]

I gotta say as someone who ADORED the first season of The Wilds I was really rooting for season 2 to carry the same momentum and even with them adding the group of boys in, I was trying to roll with it, but man it just made me wish I was watching season 1 again instead. Not bad but a bit disappointing. The boys storyline was ok at best and it took up so much space when I was really just wanting to see more of the girls

[pizzapizzadickz]

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[lambjock]

honestly, i think the biggest issue with choice based games currently is that they're all praised for being the same thing rather than something that breaks the mold. there's no room for uniqueness anymore! there's no room for storytelling! if you aren't a supernatural horror story with the same types of characters, then you shouldn't be a story at all. i thought this was just a thing in the dark pictures fandom, but i've seen it in other things too now and it's just. tiring. people turning their noses up at games like man of medan and little hope and demanding an until dawn 2 is exactly why the quarry was the half baked game it was, and yet is also why said game got much more positive feedback then the other two games mentioned. it was their until dawn 2 ; it had supernatural monsters, it was action heavy, and the characters were just vague enough that anyone could project anything onto them. and if that's your type of game, fine! no harm to you! but it's exhausting seeing creators be hated on when they try to do anything different. the dark pictures anthology was never supposed to be anything like until dawn, yet every bit of criticism was about how it wasn't. players don't understand the difference between personal preference and actually critique anymore, it's just. “ if this game isn't exactly like this then i don't want it and it's objectively bad! ” which couldn't be more wrong lol

little hope and man of medan did something different, whether they did it well or not is up to debate, but at least they tried -- in a space where that isn't common at all. and they did improve in some aspects! they were able to focus on the characters more since the group was shortened, a flaw they had in until dawn ( and then the quarry, most obviously ), the monsters designed in those two games were vastly creative in every regard, different for each individual character ... something that immediately changed in house of ashes and the quarry, since people only wanted an until dawn 2. it's just sad to see creativity get stomped on in a genre that should be more artistic than ever! and it's becoming more and more obvious as time goes on that people don't care about originality as much as they claim they do, they just want their favorite game over and over again. i've been seeing the same thing happen with as dusk falls and it's getting irritating to say the least. gamers claim they want something new, and then they get a game that's made the way it is simply because it's trying to challenge what's the norm, and then they throw a fuss about it. there's nothing supernatural about as dusk falls, it's not action heavy because it's not an action game ; it's a choice based game, which it does indeed deliver on! but since it's not your until dawn, or your twdg, then that means it has to be trash. story and characters don't matter the way it used to, and i wish people would simply acknowledge how biased they are rather than pretending to the gordon ramsey of gaming, since they're the very reason why games are following the same formula nowadays.

[inkykeiji]

my boyfriend taking me out for slurpees at like 9pm after taking me into a grassy open field behind some fences near mt house, fucking me into a dumb drooly mess, laughing at me whining and saying "let them watch" when i point out that people can probably hear me and affectionately telling me im a spoiled little baby because im getting sugar *and* his cum is peak bmb dabi behavior

anyway now that im done rambling MY NATSUO WIP IS GOING DOWN THE D R A I N IM SO UPSET WITH HIM :((

ANONNN literally i am so happy for u????? this is what u deserve <333 i can def see it being bmb dabi (and it's hilarious because he's such a hypocrite; he loves sugar even more than you do, and he def had just as much or more than you did) but i can also see this being bmb tomu or touya-nii!!!!! generally just dabi n tomura vibes as a whole HEHE <3 also my boyfriend has definitely said something along these lines for sure and it's so so so hot when they pull this shit waaah delicious anon i am so glad <3

NOOOOO aw i'm sorry :((( ahahaha i feel like 90% of dabi fans are like !!!!! >.< natsuo WHY haha </3 he broke my heart </3

[nanaslutt]

Forgotten lunch

synopsis: Nanami forgets his lunch and you being the sweet wife you are, decide to stop by Jujutsu High to bring it to him

contains: fem reader, established relationship, teasing, dirty talk, possessive!Nanami, rough sex, manhandling, squirting, oral(f!r), cum eating, office sex

note: this was a vip request from a friend :3 i hope u enjoy <3

MDNI

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You awoke to a chime sounding from your phone on the nightstand, a text message from your husband, Nanami. He texted you only seconds ago, letting you know he had left for work and would be home later that night. He did this every time he left for work when you were still asleep, and every time it never failed to make you swoon. It was such a small thing, but you appreciated it nonetheless. 

You couldn't wait for the day you transferred to work at Jujutsu High instead of the Kyoto school. The thought of getting ready every morning with Nanami and commuting to work together--maybe stopping at a coffee shop before you arrived at the school, made your heart flutter. Only two more weeks and your fantasies would become a reality.

After stretching your body and groaning dramatically, messing up the sheets in the process as you splayed your body out along the length of the bed like a starfish, you begrudgingly pulled yourself out of bed and got ready for the day. You had finished all of your assignments early the day before, meaning you had a day off. A rare occasion, but one you were extremely grateful for.

When you walked into your shared bathroom to wash your face, you were met with a small pink sticky note on your side of the bathroom, a heart, and the words 'Have a good day' written in Nanami's neat handwriting. You smiled as you looked at it before putting on your headband to keep the stray hairs out of your face as you continued with your skincare.

Once you had finished all of your morning care, and pulled on a simple, comfortable outfit, you strolled into the kitchen for breakfast, rubbing the back of your neck as you walked into the room. Immediately, you noticed Nanami's grey lunchbox sitting atop the counter. Furrowing your eyebrows, you walked up to the bag, wondering if he had forgotten his lunch, or if he had used a different bag today and this was the one he used the day prior. 

Sure enough, when you unzipped the bag, it was full of the lunch you had prepared for him the day before, the cold leaked out into the air, feeling it on your fingertips as you looked inside, letting you know that the food inside was still good. Thank god for insulated lunch boxes. You shook your head and smiled at his mistake, it was unusual that Nanami missed something like this, he was a man severely devoted to his schedule after all. 

You chalked it up to him being a little tired from the night before, causing his lunch to slip his mind. Because you had the day off, you might've been a little selfish the night before when you made Nanami fuck you into the sheets over and over again. Clinging onto him as you whispered into his ear 'Don't stop, give me more~' until the early hours of the night. 

It's not like Nanami was complaining, he was just as eager as you were. You definitely could've shortened your... session a little bit for his sake though. Maybe you would've if his dick allowed you to think of anything other than how deep it was inside you. Shaking your head you snapped yourself back into the present, pushing down the growing arousal you felt between your thighs while your brain replayed the most intimate moments you spent together last night. 

Clearing your throat, you zipped the lunch bag shut, taking it in your hand as you decided to take it to him. You had nothing to do on this day anyway, it's not like it was a hindrance to you in any way. Besides, Nanami's commute to the school was so close--a lot closer than you were to the Kyoto school.

Sitting on the floor with Nanami's lunchbox beside you, you pulled your shoes on, getting ready to leave. You checked your appearance in the mirror before you walked out the door, making sure you looked presentable before you saw your husband, ignoring the fact that Nanami had said many many times that he would find you attractive if you were in a garbage bag. 

You were surprised Nanami hadn't texted you about his missing lunch. Maybe he still hadn't noticed, even if he did, you doubted he would ask you to bring it to him. Even though he knew you had nothing going on today, Nanami wouldn't want to inconvenience you--such a selfless man. You grabbed the handle of his lunchbox, lifting it from the floor, and with that, you were on your way.

You always loved the Jujutsu High campus. The scenery was beautiful, and the plants and flowers that decorated nicely around the buildings were so well tended to, making it look so clean and inviting. Another plus was the people. Everyone here was so sweet and welcoming, save for a certain old guitarist who appeared to be withering away in front of your eyes, and the higher-ups of course. It was seldom that you saw them though.

The students on campus loved you as well, they were all so excited when they heard from Nanami that you were transferring. You hadn't had many interactions with them, but you could tell they were good kids and respected your husband, especially a young Yuji Itadori, who seemed to almost worship the ground Nanami walked on.

You knew the way to Nanami's office with ease, you had been there many times when you got off work before him and decided to come to his work and sit in his office with him while he finished up. Strolling through the quiet halls of the teacher's offices, your eyes lit up when they landed on Nanami's, his office placed next to Gojo's, whose door was poorly decorated with flowers and hearts that looked like third graders had drawn them. It always made you smile when you saw it. 

You knocked softly against Kento's door, not speaking as you wanted to surprise him. Before you even finished, the door was being swung open, and your eyes were met with your husband's, his reading glasses pushed atop his head, his hair being pushed back with them. You shamelessly raked your eyes over his body, god he looked good in a suit. His built stature was practically ripping through the material of his clothes, making your thoughts run rampant. You hoped he didn't catch the blush spreading across your cheeks.

"I sensed your cursed energy, what are you doing here my love?" Nanami asked. The tips of his ears were turning a light shade of pink. He was excited to see you--cute. Your hands were behind your back, hiding his lunch box from his view. He said a quiet 'come inside' before you spoke, stepping to the side as he opened his door more for you, letting you into his space.

You didn't miss the way he locked the door after he shut it, making you smile to yourself. "Forgot something, Ken?" You asked, tilting your head at him knowingly as you revealed his lunch box to him, holding it out with both hands in front of him. Nanami sighed, a small smile gracing his features as he took the lunchbox from you, taking a few steps to set in on his desk before he walked back over to you and wrapped his strong arms around your body.

"You didn't have to bring it all the way here, I would've realized at some point and gone to a cafe to get something to eat." He explained, his large hand caressing the side of your cheek. Nanami's body heat spread throughout your entire body as he held you against his chest, nuzzling your cheek instinctually against his hand. "I made your favorite, wouldn't want you to miss out. I'm not doing anything today anyways, it was nothing." You replied, tipping your face against his hand so you could press a kiss to the side of his palm.

Nanami leaned his face down toward yours, his hand sliding down to your neck as he rested it there softly. His eyes flit between your soft lips and your gentle eyes, filled with so much love for him. "Mmmm." He moaned against you as he pressed your lips together, relishing how soft you felt against him. He kissed you slowly, passionately, before he pulled back, way too soon for your liking. 

You felt that same throbbing you felt while you were fantasizing about the night before making its appearance once more as he looked down at you with a smile, brushing the stray hairs from your face. "Well, I appreciate it, my love. Truthfully I would've been slightly disappointed when lunchtime came around and I realized I wouldn't get to eat you're cooking." Nanami said, his hands pulling away from your waist as he made his way back to his desk, sitting down in his expensive office chair.

While you mourned the loss of his hands on you, your greedy eyes took in the way his thighs bulged through his pants as he sat down, the material covering them straining to fit his muscles. Maybe you should get him some new pants... or maybe not, the sight of them was too delicious. 

Biting your lip, you strolled over to him as he looked back down at his documents, his glasses finding their home on the bridge of his nose. "What are your plans for the day? Just relaxing or did you need to go out for something?" Nanami asked, keeping his eyes on his paperwork. His body jolted slightly before relaxing when you came up behind him and started massaging his shoulders with your smaller hands. 

Your fingers dug into his muscles, working him over so well as you loosened the knots in his shoulders. Nanami rolled his head to the side, pressing his lips together as his eyes fell shut, relaxing against your touch. You leaned against the shell of his ear, biting the tip of his before you whispered teasingly, "I was just going to wait at home all alone in my panties till my husband came home." 

Nanami groaned in response, his eyes cracking open as he looked to the ceiling for help before he looked back down at his document when he realized what you were trying to do. "Don't do this right now." He said sternly, trying to ignore the heat that started to bloom deep in his stomach from your words. "Do what? I'm just helping you relax. I can't do that?" You replied, playing dumb.

Nanami felt his cock stir to life in his pants. He hated that he liked it when you played coy with him. "Honey, I have a lot of work to do. Was yesterday not enough?" Kento responded, his eyes fluttering when your thumbs dug into a particularly tense spot in his shoulders. You felt your arousal grow at his mention of what the two of you did last night. "I can never get enough of you Ken~" You teased, saying his name seductively in his ear. 

"Honey please." He begged, doing his best not to give in to you. "Gojo is just one room over, I can't do this with you right now." He said firmly, his shoulders flexing under your hands when he leaned forward to start reviewing the documents in front of him. "Hm? Why are you bringing him up? What kinds of lewd things are you thinking about in there?" You teased, tapping the top of his head with your finger.

Nanami was already fully hard in his slacks, just from a few touches and a couple of dirty words from you. Your ability to rile him up like this was truly a talent, he was absolutely whipped by you. You peeked over his shoulder when he stayed quiet, looking down at the very obvious bulge in his pants as he wrote something unintelligible on the paper, trying to look busy. 

"Are you hard, baby? I didn't even do anything, what got you so worked up?" You giggled, biting your lip as you watched his cock twitch through his pants, the sight making your mouth water. Nanami was losing his cool, he didn't know how much more of your teasing he could take. You decided to test your luck further, sliding your hands down his shoulders your ran them over his chest, your fingers teasing his solid pecs over his shirt. 

Nanami groaned when you raked your nails back up the expanse of his chest, they scratched over his sensitive nipples, making his cock twitch in his pants. You were about to say something overconfident and snarky, but you were cut off when Nanami stood from his chair, shoved it to the side away from his desk, and turned around to catch your slender neck in his hand. 

"You really wanna get fucked here? Want me to pause my work because my wife is a needy slut?" He growled lowly, keeping a firm grip on your neck as he brought his face close to yours, his other hand holding your waist firmly. The sudden change in his demeanor made your head spin as you smiled at him. You were getting exactly what you wanted. "Yes please." You said selfishly, your smile growing with your arousal as you kept your lidded eyes on your handsome husband's face, plastered with frustration.

Your hands came up to grip Nanami's wrist that was holding your neck as you waited for him to make his next move. He licked his teeth before he manhandled you down on the desk, your chest crumpling any of the documents that were unfortunate enough to be sitting in front of him. He kept a large hand on the back of your neck while your hands gripped the edge of the desk.

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and echoing in your ears from how excited you were. You tried to turn your head far enough so you could watch Nanami undo his belt when you heard the clinking of the metal as he ripped the leather from the confines of the belt loops on his pants. "What do you think you're looking at?" Kento asked harshly, squinting his eyes at you as he hastily unzipped his pants to release his cock from the too-tight confines of his work pants.

"Your cock." You said boldly, your eyes locking onto the appendage as he pulled it out from his boxers, keeping his pants on but lower on his hips so his cock had enough space to get out. Nanami wrapped his hand around his dick, the tip already dripping pre-cum onto the floor from how worked up he was. 

"You want this as bad as I do, don't you Ken?" You asked, wiggling your ass at him. You really weren't planning on jumping on Nanami like this when you decided to bring his lunch to him, but a single quick one over of his impressive frame in his work clothes managed to change that. "Shut up." He growled back, releasing his cock after he gave it a few strokes to pull down the casual pants you wore, panties and all, exposing your dripping cunt to the room.

"If you wanna pretend you're all angry with me you can, I like when you get rough." You teased, feeling a new wave of arousal wash over you when he exposed your cunt to the room. You watched from your peripheral as his eyes took in your soaked cunt, his thumb spreading open your folds to his greedy eyes. "And what makes you think I'm pretending, hm?" Nanami spat, the vein in his forehead popping out at your teasing. 

He slid his thumb down to your clit, rubbing slow teasing circles over it, effectively shutting you up. The hand he had on the back of your neck tightened against you as he watched your jaw drop in a small o, your eyes fluttering back in your head. "So fucking easy, all I gotta do is touch your clit a little and you behave," Nanami said, his cock dripping pre-cum against your ass as he throbbed watching your face contort from your pleasure.

"'M n-not easy." You tried to spit back. Nanami was right though, the second he gave you any sort of attention, you were a good girl. He knew just how to calm you down. "No?" He asked, rubbing his thumb faster against your clit. "Look at yourself." He said, his fingers on your neck emphasizing his words with a squeeze to your pulse point.

You tried to press your thighs together as he rubbed your clit, but Nanami was having none of that. His larger thigh knocked your knees apart, keeping you spread open for him so he had full access to your pretty pussy. "You're gonna be quiet when I fuck you. Not gonna make a fucking sound." Nanami instructed, not giving you an option. 

You nodded, agreeing to his words--but honestly, you would say anything he wanted you to if it meant he gave you his cock. You whined at the loss of his thumb against your pussy, but the feeling was soon replaced by the fat head of his cock, rubbing up and down your folds, mixing his precum with your juices, making sure his cock was nice and wet before he fucked you.

"Let me know you heard me, tell me you're going to be quiet," Nanami repeated, catching his head against your entrance and pressing against it teasingly before he pulled back, making you whine. "Yes, yes Ken I'll be quiet, just-, please." You begged, trying to push your ass back against him so he would give you his dick already.

"Please what?" He asked. You didn't miss the teasing tone his voice took, it was his turn to play with you now. "Y-your cock, give me your cock pleasee~" You whined, pouting against his desk as you tried to look back at him through your blurry peripheral. Nanami released the back of your neck to grab both of your wrists in his one large hand, keeping them restrained against your lower back. "So easy." He repeated, referencing his words earlier as he slowly slid his cock into your cunt.

Your jaw fell open agaisnt the wood of his desk before a loud moan slipped from your lips. Nanami wasted no time in wrapping a hand under your face and pressing his hand against your mouth, his back lying flush against yours as he crushed you with his weight, his hand restraining your wrists being crushed between your bodies, his mouth right against your ear as he spoke, "Be fucking quiet." He groaned, keeping his voice semi-quiet as he spoke.

"Two inches of my cock inside you and you break your promise?" He whispered, thrusting the rest of his cock inside you, a muffled moan resounding against Nanami's hand. "I wasn't fucking kidding. Gojo is right on the other side of that wall and you just moaned like a slut for everyone to hear." He growled, slowly humping his hips against your ass. 

You let out soft moans against his hand, your eyes rolling back in your head each time his fat tip brushed against your sweet spot deep inside you. "You're my fucking wife. No one else gets to hear how you cry for me when I fuck you, got that?" He whispered, his deep voice in your ear sending goosebumps down your spine. You loved when Nanami got possessive, it made you feel so fucking hot all over.

You nodded against the desk, your pussy squeezing tightly around his cock as he fucked you open for him. He kept his weight against your back as he fucked you, his balls slapping against your thighs making lewd noises to echo around his office. He was too worried about your moans, he should've been more concerned with that. Anyone who walked by his room would easily be able to tell what was going on from the slapping alone, whether or not you were making any sound.

You did your best to keep your moans quiet as he pressed his hand against your mouth, but it was proving to be so fucking hard. It was rare that you and Nanami got intimate at any place other than your home, so you weren't used to having to be quiet. It wasn't like you had much of a choice either. Nanami was fucking you so hard, he was practically punching the sounds out of your body.

His cock was touching all the right places inside you, making you see stars behind your eyelids. "God your pussy is squeezing me so tight." Nanami groaned, his head burring in the crook of your neck as he whispered the words, his hot breath tickling your skin. "M-mmmm" You moaned into his hand, your ass wiggling back against him as you tried to escape the intense pleasure he was giving you--or were you trying to get more? You couldn't remember, he was fucking you dumb.

"What's wrong? Too much?" Nanami asked, faux sympathy laced in his voice. He sped up the pace of his hips against you, the slapping echoing louder in the room as he abused your g-spot with his cockhead. You could only whine against his hand, unsure what you would've said if he wasn't covering your mouth. "That's too bad. You wanted this, so you're going to fucking take it." He growled.

You whined, your legs shaking from the intense pleasure flooding your body. Nanami's balls were slapping harshly against your clit, making your brain turn to mush as he fucked you so deep. "Shhhhh." He reminded when you started to get a little too cockdrunk, forgetting where you were. His hand could only do so much in keeping your moans down, he needed you to help him out a bit. "Be quiet baby, do this one thing for me, c'mon." He urged.

You wanted to laugh. How could he say that, then somehow fuck his cock deeper inside you? Fucking tease, he knew what he was doing. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm build up inside you. All the stimulation was too much. Your hands started to go numb from how hard Nanami was gripping your wrists combined with his body weight crushing them. That was another thing--his body weight.

He was effectively suffocating you but in the best way. Each time his cock slid inside you, it punched the air from your lungs, and with how much he was laying on you, it was making it very hard to recover from his thrusts and take in a breath. It felt like he was choking you, but ten times more intense, and you loved it.

You think that's why your orgasm came on so quickly. The anticipation combined with how deep he was pounding into you was going to make you cum--and hard, all over his cock. "You got tighter...are you close? Hm? Gonna cum all over my dick right now?" He asked against your air, his deep voice only adding fuel to the fire as his soft lips sucked the lobe of your ear into his mouth, his teeth slightly pulling on it.

You nodded, your moans increasing in frequency but the volume stayed the same, you didn't want to anger Kento more than you already had. "Good, do it. Cum all over my cock, pretty girl, c'mon." He cooed into your ear, his own dick twitching inside you with his impending release as he kept the same pace up, working you higher and higher to your orgasm.

Your shins crossed over one another with the sheer intensity of the pleasure you were feeling. Your eyes screwed shut and your mouth fell open against his palm as it opened in a silent scream. "Yeah, that's it- oh fuckkkk, atta girl, good fucking girlll." Nanami groaned as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your moans sounded shaky as the rest of your body jolted as it was wracked with your high.

Nanami didn't have to look to know you had just squirted all over his cock, and undoubtedly all over his pants. "Gonna cum inside you, that's what you want right? Wanna feel me deep inside you?" He babbled against your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy and stuttered the closer her got to the edge. He released the hand he had on your mouth so you could speak, he needed to hear you beg for him.

"Y-ess Ken c-cum inside me pleaseee~" You whined, your moans coming out slurred and choppy as he fucked you through the aftershocks of your high, slightly overstimulating you as he used your cunt to get him off. "O-okay okay- fuck c-cumming-" Nanami's hips stilled against your ass as his cock twitched inside you with every rope of cum he shot deep inside. His balls clenched with his cock as he released all of his seed inside you, groaning loudly against your ear--so much for being quiet.

"Oh fuck- there's s-so much." You whined back, keeping your thighs pressed together as he rolled his hips against you, letting your walls milk him entirely before he stopped moving. "God... fuck..." Nanami huffed as he came down from his high, his body crushing yours even more as he relaxed against you from such an intense orgasm.

He was still deep inside you and he could already feel how his seed was spilling out around his dick from how much he had given you. "K-ken... can't... breathe..." You whispered against the desk, your cheek being squished into the wood. Nanami quickly sat up, standing his full weight on shaky legs. "Sorry honey, that really took a lot out of me." Nanami groaned as he slowly pulled his spent cock out of your tight walls.

You hissed in overstimulation as he slid out of you. Your walls clenched around him in instinct, making him wince as your pussy hugged his tip before he slid it fully out of you. He reached over your body to grab the tissues on the side of his desk, grabbing a couple as he wiped his cock clean before tucking it back in his pants.

You layed still against the desk for a couple of seconds before you tried to push yourself up. You were quickly stopped by your husband, who pressed his hand against your lower back, keeping you on his desk. "Don't move." He instructed, to which you obeyed, blushing as you laid still against the wooden desk, your body still shaking and twitching from your orgasm.

You looked around the room as you waited for Nanami to do something. Your body jolted when you felt his tongue lap at your used cunt, his large hands gripping the fat of your ass as he spread you apart so he could clean you better with his tongue. You slapped your own hand over your mouth as he ate his cum out of you, making you whine in oversensitivity.

"K-kento!" You whined through your fingers, your free hand shooting back to rake through his sweaty hair, your head tipping to the side so you could make eye contact with his lidded eyes as he licked through your folds, cleaning you up. Nanami moaned in response, shaking his head against you so he could get his face deeper, tasting your combined essence on his tongue.

You blushed at his antics, moaning softly agaisnt your hand before he pulled away, standing as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking down at you innocently. "How's your cum taste?" You teased, smirking at him with a flushed face. He smirked back before he lifted your tired body and placed you on his lap, facing him, as he sat down on his office chair.

You adjusted your pants on top of him, covering your cunt with your pants and panties once more before he gripped your chin and leaned forward. You leaned into the kiss, your lips slotting together with his as he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you slowly. You tasted the familiar bitterness of his cum on your tongue, mixed with something else you could only assume was yourself. 

He pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you together as you gazed at him with a slightly slack jaw. "You tell me, how do I taste?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over your lip before he dropped both hands to your thighs, rubbing the skin there soothingly. 

You blushed at how bold he was being, oh how the tables turned. You pouted at him as he smirked, rubbing his hands along the soft material of your pants. "Any chance this was premeditated and you brought an extra pair of pants for me?" Nanami asked, looking down at the very obvious wet spots on his crotch and thighs from where you squirted on him.

"Was that- did I do that?" You asked, looking down at the mess and blushing furiously. You don't know how you were only noticing it now, it was a massive dark patch, really. "Yes baby, you did that," Kento responded, nodding. You looked around the room for anything that could be suitable pants or at least something he could use to cover himself when he left for the day.

After your eyes found nothing, of course, because you were in Nanami Kento's office, the very organized man who only brought with him what was necessary--you looked back to him before speaking, "You uh... you wanna wear my pants?" 

It was the thought that mattered.