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ego-meliorem-esse · 7 months

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Stormy Eyes

The 7-year-old looking boy with boundless energy, stood atop the hill, looking down at the small church where a somber funeral was taking place. In his small hand, Alfred clutched a single flower, a blue daisy. The daisy, a simple tribute to his best friend, Davie. Alfred had returned from London with excitement, eager to share his discoveries and stories, only to discover the devastating news of Davie's passing. His young heart ached, and the weight of grief hung heavily upon him.

Throughout his short life, Alfred had always been a whirlwind of activity, his mind racing from one thought to another, his body in constant motion. His father, Arthur, had observed these tendencies with a watchful eye, understanding that his son's boundless enthusiasm often came with moments of restlessness and broken vases.

As Arthur approached his young son, he saw the boy's restless fidgeting, his hands twisting the flower stem, and his gaze darting in all directions. He knew with how much enthusiasm and excitement Alfred carried and took care of the flower on his long journey to Boston. So, having Alfred bend and break the stem was a certain cause for concern. He recognized his boys fidgeting and what it stood for. An understanding that had developed over years of being Alfred's father and mentor.

"Alfred," Arthur said sternly, yet without a hint of annoyance. His voice carrying the weight of centuries of history and responsibility. Arthur looked down from the hill to the quaint church where a crowd of silhouettes gathered, and with an almost inaudible "Ah." understood the weight of the situation. He looked down at his son, his eyes softened with concern. "I'm sorry lad."

Alfred's response was not in words but in frantic fidgeting. His young mind was trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, rendering him staring down at the destroyed flower stem he seemed to cherish only a few hours before.

Seeing his son's distress, Arthur's concern deepened. He slowly kneeled down, reached out and gently held Alfred's face in his hands, physically anchoring the restless child and forcing their eyes to meet.

"Alfred," Arthur said firmly once again, his voice breaking through the chaos in Alfred's mind. "Focus, my son. You must."

Alfred's tear-filled eyes finally met his father's, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Arthur could see his son's eyes trying to suppress more tears from welling up. The effort was unsuccessful, because as soon as Alfred took a breath, all the supressed tears fell all at once. Through all that his boy didn't make a single sound.

Arthur's words continued, his voice carrying the weight of wistom obtained by blood and violence. "My boy, your life will be a lonely but fulfilling one. You will meet many people, nations, enemies and friends along the way. Each one will leave a mark on your heart, just as your friend here did." Arthur didn't dare look away at the funeral for the friend he just mentioned in fear of loosing Alfred to his own mind once again.

Arthur's voice almost quivered as he spoke of Alfred's lost friend. "Remember them, Alfred. Remember them all, and carry their memories with you. Your existence, my dear boy, is both a solitary journey and a shared one. You are not alone in this world of nations."

He paused, his grip on Alfred's face unwavering. "Your restless spirit is a part of who you are, Alfred, and it's a gift. Use it to carry the torch for those who have gone before us and for those who will come after. You have the strength within you to focus when it truly matters. Because, my son, when you do, miracles will happen."

He released his son and instead of going back to fidget with the plant, Alfred stood still and kept looking at his father.

As the funeral procession continued below, father and son remained standing on that grassy hill. Arthur's words seemed to echo back and forth in the young boys mind, his ocean eyes finally resembling calm waters. In that moment Arthur was reminded of stormy nights at sea and the calm morning that followed.

He was always good at sailing through the storm.

#hetalia #hws england #hws america #meli speaks #myart #my art #historical hetalia #i hate hate hate the anatomy here pls dont focus on that im begging #will i ever let these two live a non dramatic life #no.#my wriring #meli writes #hetalia fanfiction #alfred f jones #arthur kirkland

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normanrockwells · 19 days

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i wish i could get a cat so bad🥲 but i’m allergic

#god why me #meli speaks

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osameowdazai · 7 months

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Gojo for character bingo?

Gojo 🥹

#i love him sm #I'm also blowing myself uo as we speak #meli 🌟#mail ⭐️

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jaes1lvr · 9 months

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ATTENTION JAES1LVRFAM 🔊‼️ although i started making my mdbds with 6 pictures, i will now try to make majority of them with 9 pictures. ill post ones with 6 pictures occasionally though 💌

#—jaes1lvr speaks 💬#rebranding #NEW JAE (mely) ERA 😝😝😝🎉💯#appreciate yall jaes1lvrfam 💐💗

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fabioquartararhoe · 1 year

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i’m sick of my job i want to be a controversial young wife who stays all day at home

#this sentence makes no sense but it’s okay i can’t speak english #meli talks shit

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hotched · 2 years

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Between my surgery, changing jobs, and the loss of a close family member, this has been a shitshow of a month. I promise I have new stuff in the works, I just don’t have a lot of time to write. Buuuuut here is what you can expect from me in the (hopefully near) future:

Wine Not (requested by T<3) - a night in with Aaron, drinking red wine and watching a movie after Jack’s in bed ((Slightly spicy, movie gets ignored))

Milk Mustache - Aaron makes it back just in time on Christmas Eve to nibble on the cookies you helped Jack set out for Santa and drink some of the milk. Lots of kisses and fluff (maybe a part 2 inspired by “I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus”)

Drunk On You - Aaron takes you home after you had a little too much to drink at Dave’s and tucks you into bed as you flirt shamelessly with the “sexiest man you’ve ever seen”

Winn Dixie - Aaron and Jack meet reader in a dog park while in WitSec

I Burned LA down - inspired by the song by Noah Cyrus, pure angst with no happy ever after, breakup with Aaron leads to your self destruction

Jackie and Wilson - inspired by the song by Hozier, Aaron’s felt old since his marriage with Haley started going downhill but somehow you manage to bring color into his life again “she’s gonna save me / call me “baby” / run her hands through my hair”

Some kind of pregnancy piece? I’m not sure what to write but want to do something with a pregnancy so if you have any requests/ideas pls let me know!!!

August (The One Before The One) - inspired by August by Taylor Swift and The One by MacKenzie Porter, When Haley and Aaron broke up after junior year, you never thought it would be for good. But still you found yourself falling for the boy who hated you. Your best friend’s ex boyfriend.

Skinny Dipping - inspired by Skinny Dipping by Sabrina Carpenter (part 2 to August), Twenty years have passed since you last left Aaron Hotchner at your spot on the roof. When you meet again in a coffee shop after Haley has passed, will she still be the only thing in the way of your happily ever after? Was she ever?

Feel free to leave me inspo or let me know which ones you’d like to see first and I will attempt! Thanks for your patience lovelies <3

#mads rants #mads speaks #mads wips #they’re coming I promise!!!!#first is wine not #because t is the loml #and mely <3 #but after that it’s free game #I was hoping to have my wine & write night last weekend #but it got derailed by a funeral #not fun #sigh #anywaysssss

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sugarcherriess · 2 years

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he’s so cute i need him to be my best friend immediately. anyway 🎁 🐶

I want him to kiss me IMMEDIATELY. Its for science.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Adonis Speaks #˚₊·➴ My Lovely 🐶#IMMEDIATELY #or the earth is gonna mely #melt #juyeon

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cottoncandy-cult · 7 months

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Meliodas x chubby! reader

Meliodas sighed as he entered his bedroom in just his pants, he had just finished his bath and was ready for bed. He smiled towards the comfy piece of furniture as he entered, that smile broadening when he spotted the lump under the covers. (Y/n) had come up to the room an hour before him, she had been quite tired after how busy the day had been, and he didn't blame her. She always worked hard and today they had more customers than any of their previous stops, because of that after they closed most of them hung around near the bar for a drink or two. The blonde male made his silent approach, a small candle dimly burned on his side of the bed and lit up the small area. Giving him enough light to see his sleeping lovers face, he adored the woman more than anything else in this world. He moved to sit beside her, reaching out to gently stroke her plump cheek and brush some of her silken (H/c) hair away. It had been almost a year since they started dating, the two were a bit of an odd pair given their different heights and frames. He was smaller and leaner while she was taller and pleasantly chubby, he loved that about her. He'd certainly love her no matter her form, but he thought she was beautiful as she was.

His movements were slow and deliberate as he slid under the cover, he was careful when snuggling up to her but even in her deep sleep she recognized his presence. Her body curled towards him a little, a soft hum escaping the sleeping girl. Meliodas chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the top of (Y/n)'s head as he gently rubbed her back. His fingers grazed over a couple deep scars, making him hold her closer as a colder look filled his eyes. When they had first met the girl had been living in a disgusting town, the town and a majority of its people were cruel and selfish and only cared about physical appearance. (Y/n) was one of a handful of good people being treated like dirt, it wasn't even as if she eats a lot but that it was just her more natural body. He thought she was beautiful, but he watched others insult and harass her, it was when things got physical, and she got thrown across a rocky hill side that he decided to put his foot down. They were near a slate like mountain so most the natural stones were quite hard and sharp, it was one reason boats were incredibly careful near its coast.

Meliodas hadn't been the only one to witness what had happened, Elizabeth had been quick to rush to the girl's side and that was enough to make the others move. They brought the girl into the boar's hat and tended to her injuries, every time he saw or touched these scars, he felt his anger bubble up. She was too sweet of a girl to deserve such harsh treatment. His movements came to a stop when he heard her groan, his fingers stopping where they were as she shifted. "Meli, you're squishing me..." Her sleepy voice made him realize he had been holding her tight to his chest, so he loosened his grip and watched her lean back a little to look up at him. Having just woke and still being tired her (E/c) eyes were a bit bloodshot and glossy; she gave him a lazy smile. "I keep telling you not to touch them if it's gonna upset you..." Her voice was a bit raspy and low, but he still smiled when hearing her speak to him. "I'm not upset, I just don't understand how so many people can be so ugly that they make excuses to hurt an angel..."

His voice was soft and smooth as he leaned his forehead against hers, gently rubbing his nose against her own as a deep crimson covered her cheeks. Her body pressed close to his as her own arms curled around his waist, one of her legs slipping between his own as they tangled themselves together. "None of that matters now, I'm here with you and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." She leaned forward to steal a kiss from him, something he quickly reciprocated. The kiss was sweet and warm, both parties smiling lovingly as they'd break apart just to reconnect over and over before they settled against the pillows together. As the candlelight began to fade out the two had begun to fall asleep, comfortable within each other's arms.

#candy cult vault #fluff #x reader #fem reader #chubby reader #meliodas #meliodas x reader #seven deadly sins fluff #seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai

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entity9silvergen · 3 months

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What if Ingo was an opera singer?

I work at a performing arts center but I'm not really a music guy so I usually just mentally clock out and do fic planning during shows, and submas has been my hyperfixation for most of my time at this job which means I'm basically just thinking about putting Ingo in situations the entire time.

I saw an opera a couple of weeks ago that sparked some ideas for a fic I've been working on. Inspirational stuff. Today though I saw another opera and it had a few different people singing, including some men which I've never heard before, and I thought hey Ingo's a loud boy and proceeded to spent the rest of the time thinking about that.

Fanonically, Ingo's voice is a big part of his character. He's loud where Emmet is not and he's often more comfortable speaking than Emmet is. What if we just took that to a whole 'nother level? I love that Ingo and Emmet both battle and run the subway together but I also like them having lives separate from each other.

I can see Ingo standing atop Mount Coronet and just singing. Absolutely just belting and his voice just ringing across the land. Maybe Meli hears it from afar and bullies him into singing at a clan get together.

Back in Unova, Emmet was never one for music but since Ingo disappeared, he's gone to every opera performance in Nimbassa. Elesa's been trying to get him to stop because it upsets him but Emmet keeps going.

I don't think I'd write this but I like the visual of Ingo signing on the mountain and Emmet watching a show from the audience and a time-space distortion just yoinking Ingo from Hisui and putting Ingo on the stage, only Ingo doesn't notice so everyone is just silently freaking the fuck out while Ingo just keeps singing.

If I do anything with this idea in any way, I'll reblog this post with a link.

#ingo #ingo and emmet #pokemon ingo #submas ingo #subway boss ingo #subway master ingo #warden ingo #submas #pokemon emmet #submas emmet #subway boss emmet #subway master emmet #gym leader elesa #pokemon elesa #fanfiction #fandom #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus

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jinn-mori · 1 month

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NNT Language Headcanons

You give a world languages major an interest in Seven Deadly Sins and what do you get? You get linguistic headcanons! Or what languages I think the Sins speak. English is our 'No duh' since this is in fantasy Britain, so that's out of the way.

Merlin and Meliodas are in the 'I speak a fuckton of dead languages' club bc of how long they've been around. Merlin knows Welsh bc her real world counterpart is Welsh in origin I believe. Meli knows Latin bc haha the demon knows Latin. This would extend to Tristan knowing bits and pieces of dead languages that he picked up from Meliodas... mainly the swears.

So, Escanor's home kingdom may be based off of an old kingdom in Spain so he'd speak Spanish. He'd also try to pick up Welsh to impress Merlin and you can bet his main way of practicing would be writing Welsh poetry. He'd also tend to default to using the formal version of you most of the time.

I could see Diane speaking German. Like, she stubs her toe or something and you just hear the most guttural shout of 'Scheiße!'. And the rough sound German can have at times could make her attacks sound badass.

Ban knows French. There are several reasons I have this headcanon. For one, there's a scene in the abridged where he speaks French. Secondly, if my memory is correct, the first instance of Lancelot appearing in Arthurian literature was written by a Frenchman. Thirdly, he's my comfort character and if headcanoning him speaking French is what it takes to get me to practice my French then let the autism KICK MY ASS. Finally, French can sound cocky/condescending and this bastard of a man would get a kick out of that. Like, just imagine him babytalking Lancelot in French when the kid is refusing to go to bed. And yes, Lancelot would pick up French from Ban. Also, whenever Ban needed to bitch about something or swear but Lancelot was around, he'd switch to French so that his kid doesn't get a foul mouth.

King picked up German bc Diane reasons. I feel he'd speak a Celtic language of some kind, not sure which one.

Gowther is also in the 'I know dead languages' club but mainly uses it to read stories in dead languages. Just imagine Gowther reading Gilgamesh in cuneiform. That bitch would! He also tries picking up the different languages that the other Sins speak. He finds Spanish and French the easiest to pick up due to their similarities and him already knowing Latin.

Ban and Escanor actually try learning from each other due to French and Spanish being in the same language family.

#nnt #nanatsu no taizai #nnt ban #nnt meliodas #nnt merlin #nnt escanor #nnt diane #nnt king #nnt gowther #ban the undead #4kota lancelot

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ego-meliorem-esse · 7 months

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He broke the Hippocratic Oath.

I am an enthusiastic "Dr. Matthew Williams" enjoyer. Him being in the medical field just makes sense. But on the other hand this good lad is so good at spotting out, aiming and shooting a rifle at the enemy that Lord Admiral Arthur Kirkland (Lord Father - derogatory) simply didn't want to hear about his bastard sons preference for healing and caring and set the boy up with a rifle as soon as he stepped foot into the trenches. And by God did the bastard excell! It took mustard gas blinding the poor lad to a point where even after he recovered, he'd still have to war glasses, AND another world war for Arthur to concede and allow him to become a medic.

Though, good things (if Matt can even have those) don't last. Especially not for this forest frenchie. Of course fate had other plans and stranded him alone in a forest with his comrades dead, and him surrounded by enemy soldiers. Our boy had to pick up his damn rifle and find his way back. Behind him a trail of left behind corpses and a bloody medic brassard buried in shallow, unfamiliar snow.

I do love a bit of drama/irony :)

#i missed my good boy so much #i just want him to be happy for once and not keep having to murder to survive #hws canada #hetalia #myart #my art #historical hetalia #matthew williams #tw blood #tw wounds #meli speaks #hetalia headcanons #my headcanons

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normanrockwells · 7 months

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my anxiety is so bad today 😄 bitch leave me alone 💗

#meli speaks

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stevenbasic · 7 months

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Growing into the Job, Post 353: That was Then, This is Now, p5

Melissa was crouched down alongside me, excited about giving me this virtual tour of the new office spaces using her laptop. She was positively beaming, and her size made me feel like a child with his pretty teacher as I sat like a kid at my oversized desk that Monday morning. I’d normally struggle with keeping my eyes from drifting down into the neckline of her low-cut white dress, but I was rapt in awe, and more than a little apprehension as I stared at the screen. I struggled to grasp at the sheer scale and enormity of this thing. I hadn’t seen anything about this before, believe it or not. The girls hadn’t let me even step foot on the construction site for the past few weeks - ‘it’s a surprise!’ they’d said, but I suspect there was more to it than that - so all I’d seen were the early blueprints before things really got started. Even those were ridiculously extravagant, and impossibly adventurous, but this…this looked even more incredible. Did she say it was almost finished??

She'd just shown me the interactive, digital replica with the soaring, Roman-temple inspired atrium with its jaw-droppingly huge statue of M-…of, uh, ‘Female Health’ towering over a new, opulently modern reception desk. The glass ceiling left the whole space awash with sunlight. Then she showed me the humble new entrance to our old practice here. It was left virtually unchanged as if they had simply built around it. Melissa assured me that this was so things would stay nice and familiar for my geriatric patients, but I couldn't help but notice how small it looked. It was completely dwarfed by the grand entrances and size of whatever the hell was going to be going on in those two new wings of the building.

Turning the camera around, Melissa ‘walked’ us by the desk and over to face the entrance to the ‘Evolution Wing’. She explained to me that this area of the walkthrough wasn’t populated with imagery yet, so its onscreen doors remained locked.

Huh. Apparently that area would be for continuing pharm studies, etc. I guess I wasn’t clear on why they need a whole wing for that, but whatever. How much research did they really need us for? Well, it’s their money. Theirs…and my ex-wife Sheryl’s. Who, with her enormous wealth, technically owned this entire building.

Speaking of which, how this whole thing got funded was beyond me; this company’s pockets seemed limitless. But, I reminded myself, I’d decided to stop worrying about it weeks ago. There’s nothing wrong with growing the practice, is there? Growth is good, bigger is better…

I suddenly noticed my eyes had, as if on instinct, finally drifted down Melissa’s top.

“Let’s check out the ‘Women’s Health’ wing!” she sang, bringing my attention back to the screen. Our camera made its way towards the rear of the atrium, under the imposing presence of the giant statue, and into a well-lit suite of separate clinics. Each one had their own separate entrance from the main wing. Down this impressive hallway I saw signs for ‘Internal Medicine’, a ‘Fertility Clinic’, even an ‘Aesthetics Center’, where Melissa told me Karen, the new APRN, would run a squad of cosmetic nurses and plastic surgeons. And… “We’ll have an ‘Adolescent Care’ department’?” I asked, baffled at the scope of what this place was soon to be.

“Sure yes of course!” Melissa lauded, excited, “Even the youngest women will need a place to come where they can be encouraged to, like, grow into everything they can be!” She sounded like she was reciting something that had been told to her, for sure, but whatever it was it was clearly something she believed.

“But, pediatrics?” I pressed, incredulously. Frankly, I was afraid of how far away things were getting from geriatrics, the specialty of my practice. Far Horizons was drifting, and soon I was going to lose even more of the little control that I still had..

“Oh, you’ll see, this won’t be just kiddies and boo-boos,” Melissa continued, “this’ll be where girls are taught and trained and, like, developed into what this new, changing world is going to need. Strong and confident female leaders, scientists and athletes, young women that can take care of things. It's important that they become healthy, empowered women who can lead us into the future.” Again, it sounded like a marketing angle, but one that had obviously already worked.

The camera passed through the doors into the ‘Adolescent Care’ unit, and I was shown a small, but beautiful new waiting room, a modest gym, and several well-appointed, modernly elegant exam rooms. Further in I spotted a procedure room along with what looked like several offices for new providers. This was obviously concerning, but before I could really think about it my attention was pulled away by something in the air, away from the screen and settling, once again, down into Melissa’s cleavage. Her big lungs swelled her breasts up with every breath, and a new wave of perfume had drifted up from her flawless, velvety skin. Breathing her in felt…good. It helped me relax and forget my worries.

Melissa was, no doubt, enthusiastic from the start to show me this virtual tour, and she seemed to be getting more and more excited as we went along. I could tell she really wanted to show me something, but all I could think was: You smell really good.

“Thank you,” she said, and continued talking. “But speaking of what the new world’s going to need, let me show you this!” she twittered, quickly now backing the camera out and away from the adolescent unit. A new door came into view, further down the main hallway of the new wing. “We even have a small clinic for men, too, a little place for them inside us,” she said, “And here it is!”

I squinted at the door, not really comprehending what I was reading on the small sign aside it.

“‘R-regression Clinic’??” I asked, my radar suddenly up, “What’s that?”

“Oh, Jay, I can’t wait!” Melissa beamed, bouncing a bit on her haunches and sending new jiggles through her upper chest, “Haven’t you heard? It’s the newest thing, a new movement in therapy to help couples really bond, get them closer, open up, like, new pathways of communication, break down barriers.” Our camera stepped right up to the doorway but Melissa stopped us there. “Katerina and Shanette have done such a good job setting it up. The counseling rooms and procedure areas are really nice but, y’know what?” she continued, smiling with giddy anticipation, “I'm going to save showing those to you ‘til we can do it in person. I already booked an appointment for us!”

She what??

“In fact, we can save the rest of the clinics for when I show them to you for real,” she said, “In the meantime, why don't we check out the basement.”

“The basement?” Couldn’t be too much down there, right? At the time the basement of the building had been used for some storage.

“Yeah, it’s incredible what they’ve been able to do. Expanding it I mean. You must have heard the blasting, all hours of the night? They’ve added in two…or, wait, is it three?…new sub-basements. Like whole new floors.”

I watched as the camera quickly sped down a hall and up to an elevator. Even in this mock-up walkthrough, we had to wait a moment for the elevator in the hall to bring us down to another floor. Whoever designed this must have been a real stickler for details I thought as we waited for the doors. Melissa, I noticed, could barely keep herself still. When the doors finally slid open and we stepped in, she took us down past the first basement levels down to the very bottom before mentioning that the virtual walkthrough didn’t have images for the pool yet.

“Wait…There’s a pool?!?” I asked, in disbelief.

“Yes, of course silly,” she giggled, “on the first basement level. I’ve told you about that! You’re so cute, so scatterbrained. I love that! But, yes - pool! For trainings and exercise, and there’s a nice hot tub that I think the Regression Clinic is going to use until theirs is finished."

I felt a chill rise up my spine as I thought about the last time I was in a pool.

"Don't worry, sweetie, you’ll be safe,” she assured me, “Men aren't even allowed onto that level unless there’s a lifeguard on duty. That reminds me - we have to hire a lifeguard!” Melissa giggled, maybe picturing exactly what I was, a hot young thing in a red swimsuit. “Now, The other levels aren’t for patients, it’s like cubicles and computers and stuff, and they’re supposed to be for girls-eyes only. But I’ll show you the bottom one anyway. It’s so cool!”

“What’s down there?” I queried, as the elevator hit the bottom floor and the virtual doors slid open.

“So far it’s a place for the construction workers, a whole floor,” she began. In front of us was a big, simple, starkly lit room that looked like something of a community space, a common area with large tables and benches. Like what someone might see in a school or church basement. Or a prison.

“A lot of them…well, all of them really…have stopped going home at night. Like, when their shifts are done they just keep working. They’ve just started camping out among all the construction when they need to sleep, and just wake up to work. They feel better here than they do…out there.” Along with the weirdness of what she was describing, Melissa giggled strangely. “I guess they just like it here so much! Even the ones with homes still would rather stay here now.”

“For real?” I asked, incredulously, but suddenly I was reminded of the queasy feelings I got when I stepped outside for too long, and a looming sense of dread began to slowly creep over me. There was something terrifyingly wrong about all of this, but at that same time it was all darkly thrilling. I watched the screen as the camera slowly came out of the elevator into the big, open common room. Unlike the upper level, the ceilings here were low, and though the area was likely the footprint of a small gymnasium, it felt strangely claustrophobic.

“Yeah. But, the construction’s almost done,” she continued, as we drifted in among the plain plastic chairs around a simple round table, “and some of them are homeless now, and the rest don’t want to leave. So, we decided to make a place for them, and any other men we hire. If they need a place to stay."

That surprised me. “Hiring men?”

“Oh, for sure! I mean, we’ve been interviewing and hiring for so many new positions. Girls, of course, for the clinics, the administration and blah blah. But Evolution wants to do some community outreach, help out the less fortunate,” Melissa continued, “So many men are unemployed now, and we figure we can use them for maintenance, cleaning, laundry, landscaping, right? Maybe even some basic data entry in one of the lower levels.”

“I…I guess?” I answered, still disbelieving what I was seeing and hearing.

“…and some of these construction workers are pretty cute,” she giggled, as the camera brought us to one of several doorways at the back of the room, “the girls kinda want to keep them.” This entry led to a low hallway off of which came a number of hostel-type rooms. Each room had multiple iron bunk beds, allowing each to sleep a dozen, maybe more. “Just look at these cages I’ve made for them…”

“C-cages?” I blurted, suddenly noticing now that, yes, the doors to the rooms were barred, like a jail’s might be.

“Well, haha, not cages!” she quickly corrected, “We just…want it to be secure, and safe, right? If there’ll be men living here, underground, we don't want them getting into trouble do we?”

“O-okay…” I hesitated, trying to come to the logic of it all.

“They're more like living areas…” she added.

…than, like… some sort of pen? Yikes. But… there was some charity in it I guess. If these men were homeless, and without work, weren't we just doing them a favor? They seemed to like it here.

The camera looked further down the dark hallway. There were lots and lots of these rooms. “How many of these people will be living down here?”

“Well, right now we think there’s about twenty surviv-…A-about twenty of them. Plus we have plans to bring in about a dozen right away.” she answered, a strange tilt to her voice, some heavier breathing as she turned the camera around to go back to the common area, “But we have plenty of room for a lot more once we need it.” She was excited for this, for sure, and trying to hide it.

“It…it looks nice,” I tried, just imagining what the real thing would look like in person as I did and doing my best to ignore the lingering sense of foreboding, which continued to breath chills onto the back of my neck. Something about this wasn't quite right.

“It will be pretty nice for them,” Melissa continued, as she breezed the camera past what looked like a small cafeteria. “It’ll be our own little far-...our own little community of men. We’ve included a few more feeding areas, back that way, all sorts of…uh, like, games and places for them to explore and hang out when they’re not working.” The camera was sailing through a labyrinth of smaller spaces, now, little halls. A room of video games. “They seem to like looking at pictures but they won’t have phones or computers…”

Because they can’t afford them? Or because you won’t permit it? I didn’t dare ask.

“...and haha we noticed that now that we have the statue up in the atrium, they spend a lot of their free time at night hanging around, sometimes even kneeling in front of it,” she explained, “but we can’t have that anymore so haha we made a little room with a smaller version of the statue that they can go to.”

“Another statue of you?!?” I asked, totally flabbergasted at what I was seeing. The camera had glanced into a small, dark chamber, lit by flickering, computer-generated candles. Indeed a smaller, maybe eight-foot tall copy of ‘Female Health’, stood inside. Made of a similar white stone amalgam perhaps, this one was placed in more heroic of a pose. It stood on a raised platform at the far end of the room, to look down at its admirers. “For them to….what??” Jerk off to you?!? “Down here?!”

“Remember, it’s not me!” Melissa giggled, as the camera backed out of the room, “You don’t have to be jealous!”

Is that a sign above the door? They call that ‘The Chapel’ ?!?

I looked to my right, to Melissa, still squatting aside me. If I hadn’t noticed it before, I did now. Her dress today was toga-inspired, for sure. She looked like a Roman goddess, unsettlingly too much like the statue even now, here.

“And, don’t worry, I’ll make sure they behave,” she continued, as our point of view on-screen shifted, “I have cameras everywhere, so I can watch over them. I'll make sure they’re nice and safe.”

…and not doing anything you don’t allow, I gather?

“Okay well speaking of staying safe, I can’t wait to show you where you’ll be living!” Melissa said ebulliently. She was moving the camera around a bit through the men’s chambers again, and I was suddenly afraid that she’d had a cell set aside for me down there, in the depths. “But the upstairs isn’t done yet. We’re still working on finishing the design and moving the walls around. Especially the third floor.”

“I’ll be u-upstairs?” I asked, feeling a sense of immediate relief. Had I known I’d be moving?

And the building has three floors now?

She sensed the change in my voice and giggled. “Yes of course, silly! You’ll be living upstairs, cutie, with me and the girls,” she said, as she moved to click a few keys and the animation of the virtual walkthrough closed off her screen. “There’s a big suite planned for me, and you’ll have your own ca-...your own little room inside it.” Crouching alongside me, she shifted a bit. “It’ll be so nice, when…when I can take you back to my new nest, I can make it all so comfy for you,” she said, and I heard the first hint of the throaty growl that signaled her arousal. “We’ll move all your stuff in, or just get rid of it all,” she said, making herself even more excited with the thought of it, “I’m going to have everything you need, get you anything you want. Mmmm….rrrrr….”

Oh…oh crap…

Jesus I was getting so hard.

“Oooo just the thought of it is getting me all kinky haha,” she laughed, “Mama’ll take good care of youuu….”

Oh god.

I saw Melissa glance up at the camera, which Gianna had been using earlier in our video chat and had since stood forgotten attached to my desktop’s monitor. She’d clicked off power to the screen, but the camera’s red light still blinked. Melissa smirked.

“Mama and her girls, her huge, huge hive of girls,” she continued, in a tone that had started to sound like gloating as she settled her hand on my iron-hard cock, though my thin, ripped scrub pants. “We’re getting so big, here, our little home. And we’re going to be…nnngh…hiring. Hiring more. Hiring so…many…more…girls…”

“Oh jesus Melissa,” I moaned, as she began to squeeze me.

“Picture it, baby, picture all the girls,” she purred, her eyes gleaming as she glanced up again at the camera. And then, with her large smile pointed at its blinking red light, she slipped her hand though the tear Morgan had left, up the front of my pants. “There are going to be so many of us, your swarm of girls growing and growing and growing. Will you like that? Having that many more of us?”

“Oh g-god yes,” I admitted, already picturing a crushing throng of them and then gasping as I felt her palm and fingers slip below me, to cup my chicken-egg sized balls.

Feeling how swollen I was, she purred her approval. ”It’s good that he’s all nice and full now,” she said, massaging my sac gently and making my eyes cross, “all ready for a productive day.”

With her free hand she tore away, like tissue paper, the remaining portion of my scrub pants from my hips leaving me fully exposed and helpless to do anything about it. She took my shaft in hand and began speaking right to it, right to my cock. ”This weekend I got used to being with you every moment, baby,” she cooed, “And I started to miss you already.” One hand still played with my balls while the other slowly began to stroke me. She cooed and clucked down to it, treating my penis like it was directly her lover. “Now, I want to suck you until there’s nothing left inside.”

In an instant she had turned me in my chair, on her knees got between my legs, and reached up to - for some reason - adjust the position of the monitor and camera.

“M-Melissa!” I exclaimed, trying to figure out what was happening.

You wanted to frame the shot perfectly, so she could see you do this. I didn’t realize it right then but I do now. You wanted her to watch. And seethe.

“Shhh shh shh…I know we have work to do,” Melissa said, trying to control herself and keep the growl out of her voice as she continued to talk directly to my cock. “We have to make sure Gianna knows you’re a good worker, she has to know you can get to work on time, that you can finish your paperwork…” She took a moment to put her hair up into a loose bun. “But I also want her to see how good an Office Manager I am. How good I am at taking care of you….”

“Oh god…” I moaned, letting myself submit to the moment, feeling the eyes of both Melissa and Gianna on me as I collapsed.

“Good boy,” Melissa lauded, and suddenly I was in her mouth. Stars exploded in my vision, even as my eyes clamped shut. She had me fully in, down to the base, and the muscles of her throat vibrated around me. Girls, girls all around me, through these thin office walls, they all stood suddenly at attention.

They knew what was happening. They could feel it. Could they…see me, too?

I could picture them, all about the office, trying to keep from groaning or smiling too broadly, knowing what was coming. Melissa in the meantime purred and moaned, and barely had to move or caress my testicles at all because with just two deliberate passes up and down my length, her mouth had me exploding, my hips bucking up into her as she laughed with gurgling glee around my manhood.

“uuungh…unnngh…unnghh…” I mewled, just trying to stay focused, stay conscious as - yes - she seemed to be sucking everything I had right up out of me. She was draining me, unburdening me, granting me my morning relief. She let me come, come completely, come completely down into her throat until I was fully spent and flaccid. We both knew I’d need it again, but for now-

“How’s that?” she smiled, finally pulling herself back up and taking me again in her hands, so she could gently caress my softened length as she laid me back down again along my thigh. She wiped the corner of her lip with a finger, and swallowed demonstrably. “All better?”

I released one last shuddering breath, and let my head nod forwards.

I passed out.

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Hello! Can you do something with Adaman who has a shy gn s/o?

~ dykeobsidianblock.txt

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hello! of course i can do that! thank you for the request! Ill do some HCs and a short story!

-hes always so patient with you, he just happily stares at you while you quietly speak your mind. he absolutely enjoys listening to your voice when you speak, and whenever people are too loud and talk over you, he speaks up for you and or tells them to be quiet so you can speak. and whenever you stammer and stutter he always assures you to take your time and that hes listening.

-he teases you a tiny bit, not anything major. just whenever he sees how nervous you act around him despite being together for so long he just cant help but smile and say, "I find it so cute how im still able to make you so shy around me even though we've been together for a while"

-as a shy person i tend to get extremely nervous and freak out in public spaces at times if its to crowded or loud. so whenever that happens and Adaman's not there to comfort you whenever you start freaking out and getting nervous, his Leafeon can somehow sense it and comes to find you and calm you down. it rubs its head against you releasing a calming smell that you love, (i heard that Leafeon is able to release smells from their leaves, so why not add it in). and when he sees the two of you together he sincerely apologizes for leaving you alone before he gently hugs the both of you.

-hes just always encouraging you, because he understand that being shy can sometimes lead you to feeling insecure of self conscious. so every time when you're feeling insecure of self conscious because of how you act hes always there to say otherwise. "its fine to act like this, its natural, and its okay. i love the way you act, it doesn't bother me at all. i couldn't imagine not spending the rest of my life with you, and only you" and whenever you make an attempt to be more outgoing in public he always praises you no matter what, even if you fail or had an awkward interaction with someone hes proud of you.

-Meli is one to definitely make comments on your shyness(if you stammer/stutter i feel like that something he'll mock you for), and some of the Diamond Clan members are too. Adaman makes sure to scold them publicly, because hes not letting anyone talk about his partner like that. and he spends the rest of they day with you making sure to push all your worries away.

(some small headcannons)

-when youre nervous he hold your hand. and he doesnt care if it gets sweaty, he'll smile at you as you wipe your hands on a cloth and he'll intertwine his hands with yours once again.

-if you dont want to talk or go out he dioesnt force you too, he'll happily spend the day with you at home. even if you protest and tell him he can go out he'd still stay with you.

-all of his Pokemon love you and are so defensive over you. whenever someone is making your uncomfortable they always get in a defensive stance.

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You and Adaman walked around the shopping district in Jubilife village together with Leafeon close to the two of you, and you close to him as he observed all the interesting items for sale. As the three of you were about to leave a booth to look at another both the three of you heard a set of voices calling out to you guys. You guys turned around to see, Akari and Rei, members in the Galaxy team. Adaman smiled and crossed his arms, "Oh hey, Akari, Rei, is there something wrong?" The two bowed and greeted you before doing the same to Adaman and answered his question.

"Camander Kamado is requesting your presence in his office, he has something he would like to discus with you" Rei said firmly. "And we came to ecort you!" Akari happily said. Adaman nodded at the two before facing you, "I have to go for a bit, but it wont take long okay? As soon as im done il come and get you straight away, okay. You'll be fine, you got this!?" You lightly gripped the fabric of the outfit you were wearing, "Oh.. uhm.. yea-yeah. Thats okay.. I'll be okay..!" You gave him a shy, yet encouraged smile. "Of course you will" He placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled. "Alright then we're off, i'll see you soon!" You silently stared as the four walked off to where they were needed. You were a bit nervous since Leafeon went along, but you were confident in yourself that nothing bad would happen.

You silently made your way to a nearby table and sat down and observed the scenery, theres were people shopping around, walking and chatting, eating, and some people were even just walking around with a Pokemon. Out of nowhere your breath began to hitch and you began slightly shaking, as you tried to calm yourself down someone suddenly pumped into you as they were walking by, "Oh, im sorry" they quickly say before before walking away, barley even caring that they bumped into someone. "Ah- uhm.. its oka-" you were cut of when you heard a piercing sound, you quickly covered your ears not wanting to hear anymore. You looked around a saw a group of children running around together screeching and laughing as they chases each other around. And the appearance on people started to freak you out more.

You began panting heavily and your put an immense force on your ears with the palms on your hands as a way to block out the sound. You closed your eyes and placed your head on the wooden table and moved your hands to your hair gripping it. You stayed like that for a while until you felt something rub your leg. You lifted up your hurting head and looked down, you saw Leafeon. You frowned a bit and teared up, thats when Leafeon jumped up on your legs and started rubbing its head on you, releasing its sweet aroma that always calmed you down in these types of situations. Tears brimmed your face as you embraced Leafeon into a hug. You were finally able to breath right and the shaking in your body has gone down, you closed your teary eyes and rested your head against Leafeons body.

The two of you stayed like that for a while until it was time for Adaman to return. "Y/N my dear, are you alright? Leafeon ran off and-" he got cut off as he saw the two of you holding each other on a bench, he immediently knew what happened. he made his way over to you, "Oh dear, Y/N are you alright?" You slowly lifted your head and opened your tired eyes to face him, "Im okay.. im just... tired..." you said quietly. Being tired after these things happy was normal for you, youre body was tired, your head hurt, and whenever you finish crying you always get possessed by sleepiness. He engulfed the two of you in a tight, yet warm embrace. "I know I know, c'mon lets go" he kneeled down and showed you his back, waiting to you to get on his back so he could carrie you back home.

You unwrapped your arms from Leafeon and it jumped up from your legs and onto the ground. It was proud of itself, proud that it saved you. You stood up and placed yourself onto his back, gently wrapping your arms around his neck. He stood up and wrapped his hands around your legs to make sure you were secured. "Lets go home" he said as he began walking, Leafeon let out a happy cry as it followed the two of you home.

aaaa, sorry this took a bit of time, but i do hope you like it!

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