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izzabeean · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6 : Taking Care

SUMMARY

It's all about timing.

pairing : ushjima x f!reader / oikawa x f!reader / iwaizumi x f!reader

genre : angst + fluff

word count : 3,194

content : profanity, references to alcohol, slightly suggestive nsfw

tags : alternate universe - college/university, post-break up, friends to lovers, pining, slow burn

a/n : I’m sorry if the chapter seems rushed! I’m just very eager with what I have in store. Ahaha, I still hope you like it!! Also, PS, kinda just proof read it once.

Will try to post every Thursday evening PST, if not latest by Friday.

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The rest of the night feels like a blur, you feel like your head is barely in it, as the high from the cigarette mixes with the alcohol. All the fear from before dissipates quickly and the next thing you know you’re not standing in a dark alley, but slumped over in the booth of a grungy dinner.

You don’t recall the walk over, only the feeling of Iwaizumi’s arm wrapped around your waist, guiding you down the street away from the nightclub. The warmth of his touch still lingers and you wish the walk was longer so you could have him next to you; he made you feel safe and calm.

The daydream is quickly interrupted by the strong ache in your wrist that not even the alcohol can suppress. You're still trying to process what just happened in your earlier encounter, but find yourself wishing you hadn’t gone out at all.

Despite the beginning of the evening being enjoyable, you were left with a feeling of disappointment, mostly in yourself, you’ve never actually been someone to go out or drink copious amounts of alcohol to the point you couldn’t walk on your own. That wasn’t you. But you did feel the need to reevaluate your morals and put them to a pause to post an image merely for the fact of saying fuck you to Ushijima. Your intentions weren’t necessarily a positive one: to go out with friends and take your mind off things. It was more like: go out with friends and forget the ingrained image of Ushijima and his new side piece.

“Oikawa should be here soon,” Iwaizumi says, pushing a glass of water towards you.

You huff as the server comes over to your table, placing down a plate of fries in front of you and a burger in front of Iwaizumi.

“I didn’t order this,” you address.

“I did for you,” Iwaizumi booms, sliding the basket closer to you while thanking the employee who looks like they’ve dealt with too many annoying customers including you. “Drink your water.”

“Why?” you whine, pouting your lips at him.

“You’re dehydrated,” he explains. “Don’t fight me on this.”

You get it, you’re being taken care of, but he’s already done enough, but you don’t know why you’re here when he could’ve just taken you home.

The bell from the diners door opening echoes across the restaurant as you spot a panicked Oikawa rushing in towards your booth. He stands there gazing down at you, exhaling deeply with an apprehensive look on his face. You've never seen him this way before; today has definitely been a whirlwind.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Oikawa gazes down below studying your behavior recognizing you’ve definitely had one too many.

“Some creep tried to pick her up outside in the alley,” Iwaizumi says.

“What? Why were you outside?” Oikawa’s eyes grow wide as you blink at him slowly trying to register the words he spoke.

“It was too hot,” you groan, dropping your head into your arms crossed on the table, closing your eyes. You're tired and ready to sleep feeling the effects of the alcohol come to play.

Oikawa sighs, “I better take her home.”

"I'll call a cab," Iwaizumi says getting up from the booth to cover the tab.

Oikawa scooches into the booth beside you noting that you seem a bit distraught with your brows furrowed and messy hair covering your face, almost like you’re trying to take back the excessive consumption of shots. Slowly he leans over, reaching for your hair to tuck it behind your ear.

The tips of his fingers gently graze your face as the all too familiar gesture causes you to believe you must be dreaming.

Wakkun? you think. But it can’t be.

Your eyes shoot open to see it's just Oikawa. You definitely drank too much.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" He says pulling his hand away while his cheeks slowly appear rosy.

"No," you reply, closing your eyes and turning your head away from him.

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You wanted to say no, but your slightly fuzzy head delayed your reaction and soon Iwaizumi was walking away in the opposite direction as the cab pulled into the street driving away.

Beside you, Oikawa sits looking out the window and the taste of regret fills your mouth as you spite yourself for not asking Iwaizumi to bring you home.

Oikawa, take her home, echoes in your mind as Iwaizumi bids farewell. You wanted him to take care of you but instead, you were stuck with Oikawa who wouldn't even answer your call when you needed him.

Oikawa’s heart clenches as you silently sit beside him looking out the window. The silence in the vehicle is slightly awkward but the hum of the radio buzzes in the background giving the atmosphere some white noise.

He fucked up. He made you drink too much and now you're mad at him. Maybe he can make up for it by taking care of you. Luckily the drive wasn't too far from the diner or this car ride would have seemed longer.

Arriving at your apartment, Oikawa practically has to drag you out in order to get you moving at a reasonable pace. He wasn't your level of intoxication but he definitely had a good buzz going, enough to help him edge off the irritation coursing through him with your cold shoulder attitude

As you walk towards the building, the crisp air bites you through your clothing as your exhale curls and condenses into the atmosphere in front of you. The sudden craving for a smoke fills your senses and your mind is put at ease as you imagine the flavor of toxins and liquor coating your lips.

“I’m sorry,” Oikawa mumbles, barely audible to the human ear.

“What?” you ask and without noticing where you’re walking, stumble off the curb landing awkwardly on your foot. Oikawa reacts quickly and catches you in his arms before you take the tumble to the ground.

“Fuck,” you grunt.

“Are you ok?” Oikawa asks.

You put weight on your foot, feeling no sign of severe pain then nod your head, “Yeah, I can walk.”

Oikawa let’s go and you continue down the walkway to the staircase with a bit of a limp. The stairs you climb every day seem timid and easy to bear with but as you place all your weight on your injured foot, a surge of aching shoots up your leg making the climb seemingly more unpleasant.

“Are you sure?” he questions.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you reassure.

But by the fact you stuttered on your word, he doesn’t believe you. With a sigh, he crouches down beside you. “Get on.”

You can't believe what you're seeing in front of you and hesitate at the request.

"We going to be here all night? Get on," he snaps.

It's not quite something you want to do right now, being a bit bitter still. But from the exhaustion and intoxication you feel, you don’t have the energy to argue and crawl onto his back wrapping your arms around his neck. He tucks his arms under your thighs and stands up continuing to walk.

“Sorry if I didn’t answer your calls,” he says clearing his throat. His words are serious like he means it. “I’m also sorry about Ushijima.”

You squeeze Oikawa tighter at the sound of Ushijima’s name, it stings.

You’re well aware that Oikawa isn’t a fan of Ushijima, no matter how many times you tried to convince Oikawa otherwise, he was too stubborn to change his opinion. Maybe there was a reason why, you could ask him, but you weren’t ready for the answer. You appreciate the illusion you had created in your head of Ushijima, even if it was slightly broken.

“You deserve so much better,” he adds.

Strange, you think, normally he’s not as pushy to talk to you about this sort of stuff, but maybe he actually was worried, maybe he did want to make things better and help you.

“Thanks...”

Reaching your apartment door, Oikawa sets you down as you fumble for your keys in your purse. Inside it is dark and empty, you haven’t been back since the beginning of the day and the aura feels absolutely depressing.

He pauses before walking in, it had been so long since he last was here.

You continue down the hall stumbling into your room where you flop onto your bed, too tired to change; it’s been a long night, and you didn’t want to think about how you were going to feel in the morning.

Walking into your room, it’s messier than he imagined, compared to how organized you are with school, this feels like he was walking into your personal space, one you didn’t show to very many people from the start.

Stepping in further, Oikawa turns his head seeing a picture of Ushijima and you sitting on your desk. You looked so happy with your arms wrapped around Ushijima’s neck and his arms wrapped around your waist. The image didn’t sit well with him, especially after Ushijima’s betrayal, but Oikawa wasn’t very surprised. He couldn’t understand why he felt much more relieved due to Ushijima being out of your life. Perhaps it was because he now had ample opportunities to spend time with you, almost as if you coming to him for comfort was the only thing he wanted from the start.

Then a loud thump causes Oikawa to turn around noticing you're not on the bed anymore.

“What are you doing?” He shrills rushing to your side to pull you back up.

"Ouch," you cry holding your wrist while tears starting to form in your eyes. “Ice! Please!”

"O-okay, hold on," Oikawa urges while getting up.

You're still sitting on the ground trying to ignore the pain but it just feels never-ending. Oikawa’s not gone long, but it feels like forever.

"Here," he says, taking a seat on the ground and slowly rests the bag of ice wrapped in a towel on your wrist.

He’s close. You've never seen him this close before. Undoubtedly, he’s handsome just based on the amount of attention he acquires from other girls, but this is different. You’ve never noticed how beautiful he was. His long lashes, the curtains to his opalescent eyes. His creamy complexion radiating under the moon-lit bedroom.

Oikawa looks up studying the distress in your face. "Is it helping?"

“Y-yes, thank you,” you croak. The relief is uncanny, but you can’t take your eyes off how breath-taking he is.

Oikawa looks up at you and meets your gaze only inches away from each other.

“What?” he says. “Do I have something on my face?”

You let out a laugh which only half-heartedly reassures him as he wipes his face with his shoulder. “You’re fine, you’re fine!” you assure.

Giving you a pout he leans back away from you as you take over applying the ice to your wrist.

A few minutes pass as you look up at the ceiling observing the soft city lights spilling through the curtains. You want to be impulsive and self-destructive at once. You desire to be out of this severe and prolonged fall into remorse.

“Tōru... Would you date me?"

You couldn’t believe you said it aloud, but you believe the liquid courage (that could've helped before) expressed your honest thoughts.

Oikawa scans you as you lean your back against your bed. The gleam in your eyes seems weaker like you were stuck in your thoughts and couldn’t find a way to get out.

The question is starling. Of course, you’d always been friends, but when he first met you, he did think you were pretty cute. He wants to say it, but he’s worried his words will come out too strong. But he thinks in your state, maybe you won’t remember tomorrow. All he wishes is that he could take all the pain away from you, he just didn’t know how. He couldn't articulate it in words.

“Who wouldn't want to?” he asks.

"Ushijima,” you mumble. The words are dry and heartbreaking.

Oikawa's mouth opens at your confession, but no words come out.

You painfully laugh at the sight. “It’s alright. I know there’s nothing you can say.”

That’s right, there’s nothing he can say that will help mend your broken heart and it made him feel absolutely helpless.

“This is never how I thought things were supposed to go,” you add. “Honestly, it’s kinda fucked up how he just did that out of nowhere. And I don’t want to hear you say ‘I told you so’ or ‘that’s something he’d do’ because he wouldn’t. Why does it matter anyway?”

You felt like you unloaded more than what you bargained for, but it’s been on your mind all day and you just needed to let it out.

“Of course it matters! What kind of shitty person do you have to be to break-up with you?” Oikawa feels his heart skip as the words leave his mouth, worried that your reaction will be to just get mad and throw something at him.

Instead, you just stare at him, wide-eyed pressing your lips together. You can feel yourself starting to sober up now. The comment gives you a warm feeling in your chest that seems incredibly unbearable. The tender caress of his words sends shivers down your spine. There was this unexplained comfort that you never knew you could feel from him.

"You need to rest now," Oikawa murmurs. “It’s getting late.”

Oikawa stands up reaching his hand out for you to grab it to lift you off the floor.

“Can you stay?” you breathe quietly. “I don’t want to be alone.”

He looks into your lost and lonely eyes, basically begging him to stay beside you. It felt criminal if he was going to leave you by yourself in this state.

Oikawa sighs. “Alright.”

On that note, you start to lift your shirt up.

"Whoa, Y/N," he chokes a bit on his words, startled you’re undressing in front of him and shelters his eyes.

“I didn’t ask you to look!”

He merely shakes his head while keeping his back to you. In any other situation, a girl would be undressing in front of him for other reasons, this time though, it's seemingly complicated. It seems you’re a little bit bolder when you’re drunk and he’s not going to lie to him, but he kind of likes it.

“Ok, you can turn around,” you announce.

Oikawa turns around and sees you tucked in bed, you pat the empty space beside you welcoming him to join. Taking off his jacket, he rests it on the chair tucked into your desk while keeping the rest of his clothes on. As he’s about to climb into bed, you stop him.

“Ew, not in those jeans,” you huff.

"Huh?" Oikawa replies.

"You sat in public places … took public transportation…. Just stay on your side of the bed but take them off," you argue.

Oikawa is getting mixed signals but realizes you just want him to be comfortable and turns away to take off his trousers. He climbs into the bed wearing his t-shirt and boxers.

The silence makes him feel like he’s drowning as he becomes hyper-fixated on the fact he’s lying next to you in your bed. As a matter of fact, he didn't know if he was even able to fall asleep. He watches you drift to sleep hearing your breathing deepen as your shoulders slowly rise and fall.

He is unable to decide where to go from here as his entire body shudders at how peaceful you looked.

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You bury yourself deeper under the covers, not wanting to leave the warmth of your bed from a long night. Keeping your eyes closed you stretch your body and feel a figure pressed up behind you. You don’t move a muscle as the sound of deep breathing inhales and exhales.

As you slowly open your eyes you realize you are in your apartment, it’s morning and the heavy breather beside you must be Ushijima. Quietly, you relish in the feel of his solid and warm body, trying to readjust, moving your hips a little. Then you feel his body press against your back. Before you can think too much about it, you roll your hips closer and against him. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck and you want more.

You slowly move to adjust your back flush against him and you both lie there neither moving or speaking, only a desperate attempt at self-control. Then you notice his breathing isn’t heavy anymore. Neither of you speaks.

You slowly turn to give your routine ‘good morning’ kiss, but as you look over your shoulder, it takes you a second to register it’s Oikawa. His eyes are open and he’s looking right back at you.

You bolt upright in bed, hands covering your face in embarrassment. “What are you doing!!!”

“I could ask you the same thing!” he purrs.

There's a heavy silence between you, both of you seemingly frozen in place. You feel your cheeks start to warm as you avoid looking at him at all. You’re afraid to ask as your mind runs laps on what happened last, last night. You remember everything, but once you got home, you just remember passing out. “Did we...”

“Have sex?” Oikawa smirks. He keeps the answer from you for too long and it’s driving you insane. You felt in complete agony as he hummed giving your question some thought.

“I don’t believe so,” he turns around to go back to sleep.

Embarrassment strikes you again as you realize you are wearing a big t-shirt without a bra and your underwear and you slink away deeper into the covers. You feel horrified with your outburst and mumble, “Sorry…”

Oikawa is about to tease you a bit to lighten the mood but as he opens his mouth you interrupt, “I thought you were someone else…”

He freezes at your sudden confession.

“I--I thought you were Ushijima,” you quietly sob, as you recoil under the covers, even more, trying to make yourself small enough thinking you could perhaps disappear.

"Oh," he replies, looking to the window where the morning sun tries to trickle in through the closed curtain. Sitting up in bed, he stretches his arms out and swinging his legs out of bed. His feet hit the ground noticing it’s damp and cold.

“Y/N, is your place always this cold? ” he whines, lifting his feet up and noticing it make a tiny splash as he lets it back down. His eyes flash open seeing a very low film of water trickling around your bed. He turns to you and violently shakes you away.

“What!” you groan.

“Did you leave the water running somewhere?”

Quickly you sit up, wondering if he’s messing with you again. And looks down at the floor seeing it coated in water.

“Fuck!” you get out of bed and look around to notice your entire apartment flooded. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa x y/n

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for-ests · 5 years ago

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Hey, not sure if you do smut but I think this request can work without a lot if you’d prefer😁 reader’s an art student and needs to sculpt a full body nude sculpture and Tom offers but gets a bit cheeky

thanks for the request dear! this was fun to write :-) i literally know nothing about art so if I get something wrong just ignore! i hope you enjoy!! i went a diff +route but I still think it fits! [ mlist ]

Word count: 3, 273

Warnings: slight nsfw,, nudity

Pairing: Tom Holland x art student reader!

“The issue is… I have no idea who to ask.” You sighed deeply, embarrassment washing over you as you talked to your best friends about your upcoming project.

Everyone knew you were a talented sculptor. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that your professional sculpting internship at (your school) was currently learning about Ancient Greece. One of the requirements to pass the semester was to recreate a modern sculpture of someone you knew, and to make it as realistic as possible. Nakedness and all, which was a huge distinction of Greek statues.

There was a big problem though. You were incredibly shy, and you didn’t know who to ask to model for you.

Nudging you with a laugh, your friend flashed you a mischievous smile. “You know a lot of cute guys, why don’t you ask one of them?”

“Cute guys?” You scrunched your nose. “I know like three guys and I would cry if I had to see them naked.”

She sighed. “Fair. Does it have to be a guy?”

*-You nodded regretfully. “It has to be the opposite sex. It’s annoying but I u

erstand why. It’s important to be familiar with both sexes.”

Your best friend air quoted ‘familiar’ with a ridiculous smirk.

“Shut up.” You huffed, trying not to laugh at how dramatic she had become.

“I think I know a guy, he’s an aspiring actor and model.” Your best friend added casually.

Groaning, you shot her a glare. “Why didn’t you say that right away?”

She shrugged. “I like listening to you talk about your art.”

Her compliment almost worked, but you already knew that was partly the reason she was teasing you so hard. The other reason was because she had been trying to set you up with multiple friends for months. According to her, you had been single for far too long.

Her offer made you ponder deeper about your situation. You were slightly awkward when it came to getting to know someone, but you couldn’t imagine asking someone to strip right away so you could sculpt every curve your eyes grazed over. Whoever it ended up being had to be incredibly confident. Shallow yes, but that’s why you were hoping to find someone insanely attractive. Attractive people were usually confident, and responsibly so. “Maybe a stranger would be worse than someone I know.”

Snorting through her nose, your best friend stared at you like you were crazy. “Definitely not. If it’s awkward you never have to see him again. And if it’s not, well you can get cozy with a cutie.”

Taking a deep breath, you rolled your eyes. “I hate you sometimes.” You mumbled under your breath. You knew she was right, but you would never inflate her already enormous ego like that.

“You love me.” She sang sweetly.

“I do, now give him my number and tell him it’s of the utmost importance.”

❀∙∘✿∘∙❀

Days later, that conversation was on your mind as you nervously organized your sculpting tools. Trying to relieve some tension, you slapped a pound of clay against the table, and it echoed throughout the workshop.

Reality was the fact that this so called model boy was on his way to your studio. His name was Tom, and from the pictures you saw–he was incredibly handsome.

You couldn’t believe you had agreed to this, but alas, you needed this experience to pass your class. You just hoped and prayed that Tom was a lot more outgoing than you, and could keep the conversation flowing as you stared intently as his erect… penis.

Your cheeks flared up at the thought. How the hell were you going to do this?

Y/N: help (Y/B/F/N) I cant do this!!! im freaking out

Y/B/F: is he even there yet? lmfao

Y/N: noooooo :((

Y/B/F: if it makes you feel any better, he’s excited and thinks ur pretty

Y/N: why didn’t you tell me that before??!

Y/B/F: do u feel better now tho?

Y/N: no

Y/B/F: ik ur smiling ;) u aint slick

Giggling like a schoolgirl to relieve some of your anxiety, you set your cell phone on the table. Truthfully, your best friend had made you feel better. If anything bad happened, it would surely be a wonderful story to tell everyone in the future.

Your eyes naturally glanced across the room to the clock on the wall. 7:00pm. Tom would be here any minute as scheduled.

You took a deep breath and studied your surroundings. All your tools were in place, and the entire studio was tidied up as if you hadn’t worked the space in weeks. Next, you walked to the wall and glanced at your reflection in the mirror.

With your hair in a bun and your shabby working clothes, you looked suitable at best. You did have a little bit of makeup on to help yourself feel more confident. If you felt good, you could make your client feel good in return.

At least it looked like you didn’t try too hard. You didn’t want this man to get the wrong idea.

Then, snapping you out of your trance, there was a knock on the door.

You straightened out your shirt one last time, and tucked your baby hairs back behind your ears. Scoffing immediately after, you shook your head. Why were you trying to look cute? Who cares!

You rushed to grab the front door, afraid that you were making him wait too long. You flung it open, eyes locking with his right away.

You froze.

He was even more dashing in person.

“Judging by your cute outfit, I think I’m at the right place. Y/N right?”

And a British accent?

“Y-yes!” You flashed a smile to mask your obvious hesitation. You could easily play it off by opening the door and keeping your gaze averted. You were the master of smoothness.

“Thank you for coming, it’s about time I got this project done…” You tittered, locking the door behind him for privacy purposes. “You can set your things on the couch over there.” You pointed, eyes meeting his again when he glanced to the couch and then back to you.

“Awesome.” He nodded, holding your gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You offered, nodding your head back to the small kitchen in the back of the studio. You wished the studio apartment was yours alone, but you shared it with multiple other college students in your program.

“Water… or beer if you have any?”

You threw your head back in laughter, causing Tom to smile at your genuine reaction.

“Yeah, I can get you one.”

“In the meantime, should I just strip?” He smirked, not trying to be sly with his flirtations. Though your cheeks were dusting with pink, you were able to match his energy. Your best friend definitely set you up with someone she knew you’d like.

“Do whatever you want, love.” You mimicked his British accent. “You’re the guest after all.”

Walking past him, you gave him one last look when he was fully-clothed. Tom was certainly the player type, practically the perfect embodiment of the muse you had in mind. This wouldn’t be awkward for you, and it would be even better for him. Men like him thrived off of cheeky discomfort in their female counterparts.

Yet, truthfully, you were enjoying it as well. It felt nice to be complimented so soon into an introduction.

As you cracked open a can of beer for Tom and yourself, you could hear him shuffling around with his items. The sound of his buckle falling against the floor made you suddenly nervous to turn around.

Inhaling sharply, and gulping down a few more sips of beer, you finally gained the courage to walk back to the studio setup, where Tom had already wandered over to, completely naked.

“You seem to be in your element.” You noted, trying to keep your eyes leveled with his. Now that you were thinking about it, remaining calm and professional was excruciating in front of such an attractive man. And it certainly wasn’t helping that he was enjoying your embarrassment.

And least this was exciting.

Thanking you, Tom took the beer and pressed his lips against the cold aluminum. “I would definitely feel a lot more comfortable if you were naked too, darling.”

“Hey now,” You nose scrunched in a form of mock distaste. The man caught on immediately, holding your gaze with a sort of amusement that was masking desire. “I might think about it if you sit nice and pretty for me for more than five minutes so I can sketch you.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you walked over to your crafting desk. You decided you were going to start with the hardest part, the part which your grade depended heavily on- from the waist down.

But first, you quickly sketched Tom posing in multiple poses until you were satisfied with one. You had him mimic a sculpture you couldn’t recall, where one hand was pointed forward and the other was rested casually on his hip.

“Can I see what one you want to do?” He asked curiously from the stand you had him propped up on for a better view.

“Sure.” You flashed him your finished sketch. The lines darted all over the page, making it hard for him to picture what was going on in your head. The picture you had drawn would not make sense to anyone else but the artist. But apparently you were talented, so he would trust the process.

You were also trusting the process. The situation you were in could only be awkward if you allowed it to be. And so far it was moving along smoothly. You had your favorite music playing softly in the background to fill the silence, and Tom seemed to be relaxed and unbothered by how quietly you worked.

“That’s cool.” Tom whispered, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

Giggling from his sudden proximity, you tried to tease him. “It’s fine to not understand it.”

“I definitely don’t know what’s going on but it’s still interesting.” He admitted.

You set the paper back down on the table, and decided to attempt and sculpt the base. Moving past a still naked Tom, you tried to immerse yourself in your work, or at least make it seem like you were focused. “This takes hours you know, weeks and months- it won’t make sense for a long time.”

“Perfect.” He grinned. “I’ll get plenty of time to know you better.”

Laughing through your nose, you kept your attention on the clay you had dropped on the floor. “You can put your clothes back on.”

“Oh!” He chuckled. “Yeah.”

As you carefully trimmed the base clay with a heavy frame, you lifted your head to find Tom slipping a robe back on. He definitely came prepared. Had he done this before?

“Come here.” You gestured. “I need you to set your feet down on the clay.”

“I didn’t think this would get dirty so fast.”

“Shut up.” You huffed, grabbing his foot and pressing it down hard until the clay took shape to the size.

“Cold.” Tom commented in discomfort.

“I know.” You released your grip on his calf, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. “All part of the process, but good news for you- you’re done for the night.”

“Really?” Tom raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?”

You nodded, standing back up to normal height. “I’m experienced enough to sculpt the feet and legs tonight.”

“When should I come back?” He sounded a tad too eager, but it caused your smile to reappear.

“Tomorrow night if you’re available.”

“And maybe next time you can bring your own alcohol?” You gestured to the multiple beer cans poking out of the recycling bin.

The man flashed you a smile. “Sounds like a date.”

“It’s definitely not.”

Despite your rejection to his amusing advances, Tom’s expressions and mannerisms remained hopeful. Was it possible he was truly enjoying himself?

“I’ll leave my robe here. I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time?”

“Same time.” You confirmed, nodding him off. It was about time you started to really focus. Attractive man or not, you always got the most and best work done alone.

Because after the first night, the dynamics between you and Tom changed. He became incredibly invested in your process, asking you questions left and right, asking if there was any way he could help, and practically just lounging next to you hours after he would have been free to go.

“What do your sculptures usually look like?”

“Since this isn’t my own studio, I don’t have any of my pieces here. But I can show you a picture when I get my hands wiped off.”

“What do you build your sculptures with? It’s hard to imagine that a replica of me can come out of that much clay.”

“My sculptures are built with water-based clay and are fired in a gas kiln to cone 4, about 2150 degrees Fahrenheit… “ You nodded towards the back wall that had an installed kiln for you and everyone to share. “Trust me, there will be a lot more clay. Hundreds of pounds worth.”

“Can I help?”

“No.”

There was no lying that you enjoyed his presence. Whether he was talking your ear off or napping to the peaceful beat of your jazz music, there was never a dull moment when Tom was in your studio.

Weeks passed, and so did the process. Your sculpture of Tom had progressed to week three, and that’s when you started to grow nervous. When you finished, which you were almost done, would you ever see him again?

You had barreled through the awkwardness of replicating his genitals and chiseling his six pack perfectly into the hardening clay- but you still felt like something was missing. You knew even when you finished chiseling away his jaw line and chocolate brown eyes, there would still be something missing. Him. His presence.

Maybe it would have been better if you partnered up with a man that had zero personality.

Since it was just you and Tom for hours on end, your conversations gradually grew deeper, they stretched into new lengths, so much so that you eventually felt like you had known him for years.

When Tom claimed he wasn’t looking for a relationship, you felt your heart fall. That’s when you realized you were developing stronger feelings for your model. You hardly had time to think about trivial things like that, but you couldn’t deny your disappointment.

And you were sure he saw the brief tears glossing over your eyes when you turned away. Yet, he didn’t make light of it.

That’s when you knew it was useless.

It seemed useless until the sixth week, when you finally finished the head. You were too afraid to attach it. Tom had spent the last couple hours with you in the studio. His legs kicked back and occasional whistles streaming from his lips. He had practically memorized your playlist to the extent you had.

“Tom.” You called. “Your face is done.”

He cheered excitedly, pushing himself off the sofa and racing towards you. Tom had learned to give you your space while you worked, but in moments where you summoned him, he barely stood inches from you. The man would constantly touch you in ways you couldn’t deny sent shivers down your spine.

Like he did as he rounded the tabletop, planting himself by your side and placing his hand on the low of your back. As if it was natural.

“Wow,” He breathed. “Y/N,” Your name upon his lips sounded as blissful as the music. “It’s.. it’s wonderful. It looks just like me... wow that’s scary.”

“I’m happy you like it.” You bit your lip, wishing you felt more satisfied with your project. You wanted to impress him, but you didn’t want him to go.

“All I have to do is attach the head, and fire it up in the furnace one more time. Then it should be good to go.”

You moved to do so, wanting to remove yourself from his grip. It hurt your heart to know the bond you had formed with him would come to an end. Why did you even let yourself get to this point? Was it because he was good at flirting?

“Wait-” His sentence faltered when you whipped around to face him- looking somewhat hopeful.

“What?”

Tom paused, his throat tightening with the words he never thought he would admit. But he couldn’t leave tonight with at least trying. He needed to know how you felt. Because he could either leave with you in his arms, or he could leave never having to see you again.

He had been thinking of confessing to you for days now, but now that the time came, his mind was blank. “You really are beautiful, you know that right?”

“Why do you feel the need to flatter me?” You blurted, still unable to decipher the truth behind his words. You didn’t know how to accept such a compliment. Tom had claimed you were beautiful before, but this time it felt different.

His eyes spoke volumes. The beauty his eyes held was something you would never be able to replicate in a statue. It was a sight you found yourself never growing sick of.

Averting your eyes, you tried to move again. Yet this time, Tom gripped onto both of your arms.

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I won’t let you play me.”

“I was never playing you, darling.” The tenderheartedness intertwined with his words caused you to slowly turn your head back. Your lip quivered, and suddenly you felt like a schoolgirl all over again. You felt childish and unprepared for the intensity of your emotions.

“I don’t want to leave tonight without knowing if you feel the same.”

You blinked, hand reaching out to grip onto his. “And that is?”

“I don’t know if it’s love, but it could be.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” You said, incredibly softly.

Tom released your arms. And before either of you could process what to do next, your lips interlocked.

You gripped onto him tightly, balling his white t shirt into a fist to keep him from leaving your side again.

“Tom-” You breathed.

The kiss you shared was laced with a fervent need, one that you had never experienced before, and one that you craved again and again.

After the passion you felt, the skin prickling desire, there would be no turning back.

“Fuck, you’re everything”’ He mumbled against your lips.

You pulled back slightly to gaze at his expression. He had looked so afraid before, but now he was smiling from ear to ear. Much like he did the day he arrived with a teasing attitude, ready to get under your skin and provide entertainment.

“How long have you felt like this?”

“Since the first day.” He kissed you again, his hands cupping your cheeks.

You whimpered against his muscular frame, trying to ignore the fluttering in your core, fluttering that begged and craved for more.

“How did you wait so long?”

“I wanted you to finish.”

You chuckled, cheesing at his straightforward, simple reply.

You were positive from that moment moving on, that Tom was not what you had thought at first glance. This entire time he had put you and your project first, letting his own desires sit and warm on the back-burner. That was something you would hold close to your heart, something you would cherish.

He cared for you in the same way you cared for him.

“Stay with me tonight, Tom.”

“I would love nothing more.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker x reader

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illfoandillfie · 6 years ago

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Three Can Play At That Game

Follow up to The Beast With Three Backs

Pairing: Ben!Roger x (Bi) Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Summery: You’re taught how to behave.

Warnings: Smut!!!!, Dom!Rog, Dom!OC, Sub!Reader, drug mention, exhibitionism, public play (to the point where others see, but not full sex), smoking, humiliation/degradation, choking, edging/orgasm denial, restraints + gags, overstimulation, forced orgasm, oral all round (including face fucking and face sitting), facial, very very brief hint at a possible blood kink, nipple + clit clamps, spanking (hand + belt), I think thats everything lmao

Words: 8,896

A/N: Ya’ll, idk what to say. This is the longest, filthiest thing I’ve ever written. At one point towards the end I burst out laughing at the sheer fucking ridiculousness of the turn my life took to get me to this point, writing over 7k words of threesome smut. Literally what the fuck. I would also like to say that google is painfully unhelpful when you’re trying to get info on lesbian sex positions that aren’t oral so hats off to my wlw followers who’ve had to work that shit out on their own. Anyway, I hope ya’ll enjoy this, I’m gonna go scream for three hours!

Tagslist: @idontbelievethiss @somekindof-cheese @labessieisallama @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @shae-is-not-ok

The afterparty was just as wild as Roger had promised it would be. Room after room packed full of people. Between the band and their crew and the various girls trying their best to draw their eyes, there was barely enough room to move. You pushed your way through the crowd, stopping occasionally to say hi to familiar faces, dodging around people dancing together and indulging in their drug of choice, some of whom offered you a hit. Finally, you spotted the man you were looking for, sitting with a drink in hand as he chatted with a couple of people you didn’t recognise. “Rog!” you waved to get his attention as you crossed the last of the distance between you. His hand darted out to grab your wrist and pull you down onto his lap as his friends took their leave. “Glad you could make it, Y/N. Took you long enough.” You poked your tongue out at his teasing, only to have him return the gesture. “You were incredible tonight.” You could tell he was still amped up from the performance, as well as whatever he’d taken before you got there, his fingers busy tapping out a beat against your thigh. “You trying to tell me I’m not always incredible?” “Shut up, you know what I mean,” “You’re right though. Was fucking electric up there, couldn’t’ve played off beat if I’d tried.” He grinned up at you but his fingers kept moving franticly over your skin. You covered his hand with your own, forcing him to stop. He blinked like he hadn’t realised what he was doing. “Gonna tap a hole through my leg if you keep that up,” you laughed, “you okay?” “Yeah, just full of energy,” He started tapping his foot rapidly, making his leg bounce, and you with it. “Think I could help with that,” you said softly, laying your palms on his chest as you leaned into his ear. The bouncing slowed and he grasped your thigh tighter, “And what did you have in mind exactly?” “Well, that’s for me to know,” You trailed your hand up his neck and wound your fingers through his hair, “And you to find out,” a sharp tug on his hair had you smiling at the way he gasped. “I do like the idea of making you beg though.” “If anyones gonna be begging tonight, it’s you,” he growled against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands wrapped around both your wrists, bringing them back down towards his chest as he pulled your ear lobe between his teeth. You swung one leg over his lap so you were straddling him, skirt riding up slightly in the process. “Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” “You’re my pretty little slut. If I want you to beg, you’ll beg.” Your stomach clenched and your breath caught in your throat and you inwardly cursed him for being able to affect you so easily. “You going to start behaving then?” “You’re the one who needs to start behaving,” you said trying to wiggle your hands free. “That wasn’t a suggestion, love,” his grip on your wrists tightened. “But if you really aren’t going to do what you’re told, I’ll find someone else who will.” He shifted so he was holding your wrists in one hand and used the other to grab your face, finger tips digging into your cheeks making your lips puff out as he forced you to look where he wanted, “that girl in the striped top has been giving me eyes all fucking night. She wants very badly to impress me and if I told her to drop to her knees right this second, she would. Same could be said about the one over there in the purple hot pants. And look, isn’t that you’re little plaything, Linda.” “Girlfriend,” you tried to say despite his grip, as you watched Linda weave her way through the crowd towards you, the bright pink bandana in her hair recognisable from a mile away. “Same diff. Don’t think I’d have any trouble convincing her to ditch you for the night.” All you could do was whimper as he turned your head back towards him, locking eyes with you. “So you’re going to behave.” Not a question this time. “Yes, Sir,” He let go of you, almost as forcefully as he’d held you, and brought his hands down to rest lightly on your thighs, watching to see what you’d do. You were tempted to rub the spots on your cheeks where his fingers had been but you resisted. His gaze held firm, even after you let your eyes drop downwards, making your skin tingle with the weight of it on you. He took a moment, sizing you up, before he next spoke. “Strip.” Your eyes grew wide as saucers as you quickly looked back up to his face, “S-strip Sir?” “Don’t pretend that doesn’t turn you on.” His fingers resumed their tapping as if you hadn’t interrupted the beat earlier. “We’ve been fucking long enough now that I’m well aware you like the danger of being caught with you pants around your knees, so to speak. You’ve had no problem letting me finger you in restaurants, or backstage after shows, surrounded by roadies. Never cum harder than when I pushed you up against that big window at Freddie’s place, when you knew that if the boys turned around, they’d see you, tits hanging out, begging me to fuck you harder. So stripping here shouldn’t be a problem.” As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. The memory of the cool glass under your palms and Roger’s grip on your waist had you rocking your hips, not helped by the rapid tapping creeping steadily higher up your thigh. If you closed your eyes you could still see Brian moving to turn back towards the house. Could hear that voice in your head willing him to see you as your orgasm shuddered through you. The quiet disappointment when Freddie reached out and pointed in the opposite direction catching his attention once more. Roger clicked his fingers near your ear to bring you back to the present. “Haven’t got all night, love.” You grabbed the hem of your shirt and yanked it up. “That’s what I thought.”

“Hey Rog,” “Lindy, good to see you!” Roger’s voice was muffled by the shirt as you tugged it over your head. “What’s got into her?” Linda asked indicating your now bare chest that had drawn both her and Roger’s attention. Roger absentmindedly played with one of your nipples as he replied, his steady voice the complete antithesis of how you felt. “She’s trying to prove she’s a good slut who can follow directions.” Linda hummed and took a swig of the beer clutched in her hand. She reached out and twisted the nipple Roger hadn’t claimed, pulling a squeak from the back of your throat, “Can I help?” “You want to?” “You seem surprised.” She was still pinching your nipple making you arch your back. Roger shrugged, “After last time I just assumed you’d prefer to be in her position.” “Last time I was nervous and stepping way out of my comfort zone. I’m not always quite so meek.” “Yeah, I think I’m starting to see that.” He laughed as Linda finally released your nipple, and you let out the breath you’d been holding.

The looks Roger and Linda gave you made you feel like a helpless mouse caught between two hungry cats who liked to play with their food. Your cheeks were burning under their gazes, the knowledge that so many people could see you squirming, topless, on Roger’s lap hitting you harder now that Linda was involved. You were certain there’d be stories spread through London, and further, about this moment. Exaggerations would be made about the state of your undress, assumptions made about what exactly was going on – surely more than just straddling his lap. You shivered at the thought and stifled a whine that would only have added fuel to the rumour mill’s fire. Linda placed her fingers under your chin, tilting your head up as she leaned closer, her breath tickling your slightly parted lips. You tried to close the gap but she wrapped her hand around your throat before you could. “Not yet, sweetie.” You pouted, throwing her your best puppy dog eyes but she just squeezed your throat tighter as Roger slipped his hands round to grab your arse. “What say we get our brat somewhere a little more private?” Linda held onto your throat as she pushed you off Roger’s lap. She gave you a quick peck on the lips before she released you. “Be a good girl and wait for us in the car, love,” Roger said into your ear, “driver should be there, he’ll let you in.” “Can I have my shirt back, Sir?” “You’re lucky I’m letting you keep the skirt. We’ll be down soon,” he leaned forward to swat your bum and push you off into the crowd. “And don’t try to cover yourself,” Linda’s voice followed you as you headed for the door.

It was easy to keep yourself from covering your chest as you weaved through the crowd, passing other half-dressed people as they shared drinks and smokes. Once you got outside though it became much harder. For one thing, you no longer had the warmth of bodies in a confined space, left only with the cold night air biting at your skin. For another, you could no longer feel Roger’s or Linda’s gazes following you. It was much harder to stay obedient when you were on your own. You wrapped your arms around your chest as you walked towards the car, rubbing some warmth back into your arms, keenly aware of the driver looking you over. He let you into the back seat with a grin as you allowed your arms to fall back down to your sides now that you were in the relative warmth of the car. The wait for Roger and Linda was excruciating. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, tempted to just quickly rub one out while you waited. Knowing the driver was watching only made the temptation worse since you were sure he’d tattle and it’d result in you being punished. The idea of being bratty enough to earn a spanking had you biting your lip but the decision was made for you as the door opened once more and Linda climbed in next to you. You could see Roger through the windscreen, leaning against the hood of the car as he chatted cheerfully with the driver. Your attention was diverted as Linda’s fingers trailed up your side. “I like seeing you like this,” she said as she palmed your breasts. “Like what?” “Obedient. Submissive.” She let one hand fall to your lap, pushing your skirt up your thigh so she could tease you over your underwear as she leaned in to kiss you. “I could say the same of you” You tried to keep your voice steady but it came out slightly more breathless than you would have liked. “Rog reckons you’re gonna be a real brat.” “Does he now?” “We’re going to have so much fun breaking you.” She slipped off the seat to kneel between your feet, hooking her fingers into your underwear and dragging them slowly down your legs. “God you’re so wet. This cos you had your tits out for everyone?” You whined as she ran a single finger along your cunt up to your clit. “Oh that is a lovely sound,” Roger said as he climbed into the car, bringing a faint whiff of smoke with him. A second later you heard the front door close and the car start. You began rolling slowly out of the carpark. “She’s soaked Rog, you were right.” “Told you she likes when people know what a slut she is.” You whined again as Linda continued to tease you, trailing her fingers up and down your slick folds. Roger leaned past you to wind down your window. “On your knees. Hold on to the door.” You got into position, shivering slightly as you were once again exposed to the cold night air. “I’ve just found out something very interesting about our slut. Apparently, she decided it was okay to disobey us. Covered up her tits on her way down to the car.” “Well that is naughty.” Linda said from her position on the floor, tracing her wet fingers up and down the inside of your thigh, already making you feel slightly breathless, “you gonna defend yourself?” “It was cold,” you yelped as Linda pinched you. “Aww, it was cold was it?” Roger said in a mocking baby voice. He then spoke to Linda, “Finger her, but don’t let her cum just yet. She needs to be reminded who’s in charge.” Linda laughed as she pushed two fingers into you, making you whine out the open window. You felt Roger’s hand tangle into the ends of your hair and he tugged on it as he spoke, pulling you inside so you could hear him clearly. “You’ve got a long ride ahead of you. Don’t even think about moving your hands off that door until I say you can.” “Yes, Sir,” “You’re our pretty little toy tonight.” his fingers began their tapping again, trailing over your backside, “We tell you to drop to your knees, you’ll drop to your knees. We tell you to be silent, you’ll be fucking silent. Clear?” “Yes, Sir,” He hummed, “I hope so.” He released your hair, and you dropped your head forward, the movement of the car making the wind sting your cheeks. At that moment the car came to a halt at a red light. Linda was relentless as she fingered you, pulling a constant stream of gasps and curses from your lips. “Please let me cum, I wanna cum, I wanna cum, please, so bad.” Your voice was loud enough for a couple passing on the street to notice you, stopping in their tracks to watch your bare breasts bounce as you tried to force Linda deeper. “Told you that you’d be the one begging,” you heard Roger say as grabbed your hips to stop you. The light changed and the car took off again, the night snatching the moans and frustrated cries from your mouth as you sped off. Your hair whipped around your face, the entire top half of your body was covered in goose bumps and your fingers, resolutely clutching the open window, felt numb with cold. Roger’s hands shifted from you and you felt him moving around. Moments later something was placed against your lower back and you felt Roger writing on what you realised what a crumpled piece of paper. You could hear Roger and Linda talking, their conversation interrupted as Roger wrote or crossed out something, but couldn’t make out what they were saying over the roar of the wind and your heartbeat pounding in your ears. It was humiliating, knowing passers-by could hear you whining and catch glimpses of you as you drove by, knowing you were dripping down Linda’s hand, while they were more concerned with using you as a table.

You jumped slightly when Roger pulled you back into the car. Linda’s fingers left you as she moved to wind the window back up and you felt like you could breathe freely again. You shivered slightly as Roger pulled you against him, rubbing your arms to warm them up. Linda got off the floor and pushed your legs open. “Can’t have you clenching your thighs together, now can we?” she asked as she leaned over you. You whined as she traced a finger round your nipple before replacing it with her tongue. “Oh! She’s all cold,” Linda laughed, “gonna have to warm her up a bit.” She switched to your other nipple, sucking it into her mouth. The contrast between the cold of the night and the warmth of her touch almost stung as she kneaded your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers, her breath tickling you as she left a wet trail across your chest. Roger pulled your head to the side, exposing your neck, and began nipping and sucking at your pulse point. It was only another two minutes or so before the car pulled up outside the hotel, but by the time the engine had been turned off you were begging to cum again in between breathless pants. “Time to let the real fun start,” Roger growled against your ear before he got out of the car, offering you his hand as you tried to stand on shaky legs. Linda wrapped her arm around your waist and you both followed Roger towards the counter. The brush of Linda’s hair on your neck and her shirt tickling your side reminded you of just how undressed you were, and your cheeks grew hot as you realised the very few people in the lobby were staring at you. You watched Roger lean against the counter as he talked to the woman stationed there. Her eyes flicked back to you every few moments but otherwise she maintained her professionalism. He handed over the crumpled paper he’d been writing on and you saw her smile and say “we’ll do our best to get these for you”. “What was that about?” You asked when Roger returned, leading you towards the elevator. “Nothing to worry your pretty little head over. Yet, anyway.”

The elevator ride was excruciatingly slow. Roger grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back as soon as the doors were shut. Linda slipped her hand under your skirt as you watched the floor numbers tick by, praying that no one else was going to get in. Two floors away from where Roger’s room was, you jerked to a stop and the doors slid open. Linda pulled her fingers from you just as a young couple, dressed to the nines, stuck their heads into the open door. “Are you going up or down?” “Up,” Roger replied with a smile, his grasp on your wrists tightening. The couple withdrew again, unabashedly staring at you. “Oh my god,” you half moaned softly, closing your eyes as you tilted your head back against Roger’s shoulder. “Must have hit the wrong button,” Roger said, throwing Linda a wink.

Thankfully you didn’t meet anyone else on your way to Roger’s room. He unlocked the door and pushed you inside, making you stumble slightly. “Skirt and shoes off.” You hastened to obey, leaving you completely naked next to the still fully dressed other two. Once you’d kicked your shoes to the side Roger strode forward, grabbing you by the throat. “Such an eager little whore we’ve got,” he said to Linda, who was hurredly removing her own clothes, his grip on your throat tightening. “Knew she liked being seen but didn’t realise it’d make her drip so much.” You opened your mouth try to argue but he just squeezed tighter. “What’s that, whore? Couldn’t hear you,” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your chest got tight, as Roger walked you backwards through the short hallway. He finally released your throat, leaving you gasping for air, as you were flung onto the bed. Before you had the chance to recover Linda, now in just her underwear, straddled your lap, pushing your arms over your head as she brought her lips to yours. You whined into her kiss as Roger secured your arms to the bed head with a couple of ties he’d got from his suitcase. “Hey! No fair,” you whined as Linda pulled away from you. “Fair is whatever we say it is, now be quiet,” Linda said as she reached up to grab Roger’s shirt and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. You struggled against your restraints, unable to pull your eyes from where their lips met, catching flashes of their tongues delving deeper into each other’s mouths. Roger’s hands slid around Linda as he deftly undid her bra, letting it drop to the ground, all without breaking the kiss. You jerked your hips up as you pulled at the ties, and Linda broke the kiss giggling. “She’s so cute when she struggles, isn’t she Rog?” “You can talk,” you spat out quickly, “Should have seen her the other night. Face down, arse up, trying so hard to rock against the fingers I had buried in her cunt while she begged me to go faster. She was a mess by the time I gave in and fucked her.” “That’s an awfully bold thing to say, coming from someone who can’t move. You’re at our mercy tonight and if I were you, I’d keep my fucking mouth shut.” “Thought you liked my mouth?” Your cheek stung from the slap Roger laid on you as he growled out, “Gag her. The dumb bitch seems to have forgotten what I told her in the car.” Linda tugged the bandana from her hair and slipped it between your teeth, tying it off behind your head. “Knew she was gonna be a right fucking brat. Gonna have to teach her how to behave.” “How? Spanking?” Linda’s eyes lit up and you decided she sounded far too excited by the prospect for your liking, though it was what you’d been hoping for earlier. “I had something else in mind. Actually, I have two ideas and I’m not sure which one would be more fun so,” he dug through his pocket until he found a coin. He held up the 50p so you could see it, “we’re gonna flip a coin. Heads, the bitch isn’t allowed to cum until we give her permission. Tails, the opposite.” You whimpered around the gag as Roger flipped the coin high into the air, catching it and slamming it against his other hand. He paused for a moment, watching you squirm, before he slowly revealed the coin. “Tails it is.” “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Linda moved off of you, letting Roger pull one of your knees towards him, spreading your legs wide. She settled between them and bent down, blowing a stream of cool air over your dripping wet cunt before she leaned in, laying her tongue flat against you and licked a line all the way up your slit. You moaned, bucking your hips up to meet her as she reached your clit, vaguely aware of Roger pulling his shirt off beside you. In the back of your mind you knew you should try and hold off your orgasm, knew that it wouldn’t be long before you were too sensitive, but she felt so fucking good as she sucked your clit between her lips. The edging from earlier had left you desperate and it was all you could focus on, the orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, getting stronger with each swirl of her tongue. Roger’s hand sliding up and down your thigh only heightened your need and you screamed into the bandana as you were finally allowed to cum, the orgasm drawn out by Linda continuing to suck on your clit. When your cries quietened into small whimpers, she released your clit moving back down to lap up the evidence of your first orgasm of the night. Tingles spread through your body starting where her tongue met your core as she continued licking over your folds. Roger tapped his fingers up your body until he was stood over your head. He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, watching the way your head rolled back as you were pushed closer to the edge again. “Thats right, gonna keep cumming for us aren’t you?” You whined as Linda began pumping her fingers into you again, never giving you a moment to pause as she found that spot inside you that made you see stars. Roger ran a single finger up and down your neck as he spoke, his voice rough and impossible to ignore, “Not gonna let you stop until we’re finished with you. You’ve been such a fucking brat tonight. Talking back to us like you did. This is what you deserve. Reward for being a disobedient bitch.” Your legs shook as another wave, smaller than the first rolled through you. The bandana in your mouth was wet and you could feel excess saliva dripping over your lips and running down your cheeks and chin as you rolled your head to the side, wanting to escape Linda before she could toy with you any longer. Your hips jolted as her attention focused on your sensitive clit and you tried to squirm away, clamping your legs shut, but without your hands there was nothing you could do to block her. “You think your poor little pussy is sensitive now, you’re gonna be in for a rough night.” Roger grasped your hair and pulled your head up slightly so you could watch Linda burying her face between your legs. “She’s doing a wonderful job isn’t she?” He forced you to nod up and down, agreeing with him, and you felt tears shake loose and fall down your cheeks, “Are you ready to behave?” You did you best to say ‘yes’ but it was muddled by the gag and the way your voice shook as Linda continued to tear you apart. Roger untied the knot at the back of your head and pulled the bandana away from your mouth, soaked with your spit. Your cries were louder now that you weren’t gagged, but that only seemed to encourage your tormentors. “Ple-e-ease, no mmmm-oore,” you managed to choke out. “Hearing you beg makes me so fucking hard.” As if you needed proof, he pushed his pants down, setting his cock free, “Now, tell me, what are you going to do next?” “Wh-at ever S-sir and Ma’a-am want,” “Good, you’re learning.” He gently rubbed his thumb over your cheek, stroking himself with his other hand, “Think it’s time to put that pretty mouth of yours to use though, since I like it so much.” He echoed your words from earlier as he kicked his pants off entirely and kneeled on the bed next to you, pushing himself between your lips.

Your bound hands and the angle of your head made it difficult to move freely up and down his shaft. Roger solved this problem by holding your head up while he fucked your mouth, working himself deeper and making you gag. Linda was still between your legs, alternating between sucking on your clit and flicking it with her tongue as she roughly fingered you, drawing more noises from you that only encouraged Roger to use your mouth harder. You couldn’t decide who to focus on, one moment only interested in the shockwaves Linda sent through you, the next distracted by Roger telling you what a perfect whore you were. You tugged on your restraints as every muscle in your body tensed against the onslaught of pleasure and you were pushed into another orgasm. Roger slammed into you again, pushing as deep into your throat as he could and holding you there. “Fuck, feels so good to have you choking on my cock. Gonna make me cum soon. You love being a good girl and swallowing Sir’s cum don’t you?” You moaned your assent but Roger only laughed as he pulled out of you, letting your head drop back to the bed, heaving for air. “Such a greedy little cum slut, but I don’t think you’ve behaved well enough to earn that yet.” He started stroking himself again and you only had a moment to screw your eyes shut before he was finishing over your face with a groan. Linda noticed what was happening and sat up to watch, finally giving your cunt a break from the endless attention. You held as still as possible as you felt hot spurts of cum hit your cheeks and chin and lips. The next thing you felt was Linda crawling up your body and licking along your cheek. You opened one eye cautiously and saw Roger sitting back watching Linda cleaning up the mess. “Our little slut learnt her lesson?” she questioned, trailing her finger over your chin and bringing the cum she collected to her lips. “Yes Ma’am,” you said, voice shaking slightly. “She’s getting there,” came Roger’s voice from further down the bed, “but she still has trouble knowing when to keep quiet apparently.” Linda giggled as she leaned down to lick the last traces of Roger’s cum from your lip, pushing it into your mouth with her tongue. You sighed into the kiss, relaxing more than you had since you sat down on Roger’s lap hours earlier.

The shrill shriek of the phone rang through the room, the unexpected loudness making Linda jump as she pulled away from the kiss. You hissed as you felt a sting and tasted blood and you realised Linda had bitten your lip in her shock. “Sorry, sweetie,” Linda said quietly as Roger moved to answer the phone. “‘s alright,” you ran your tongue over your split lip, noticing the way Linda was staring. Definitely something to bring up at home. “That was the front desk,” Roger said as he put the phone down, “they weren’t able to get everything we asked for, but someone’s gonna bring up what they did find.” Your stomach tightened as you remembered the crumpled paper from earlier. It had been completely pushed from your mind in the wake of everything else but you were sure whatever was written on it was going to be used against you. Linda clapped her hands excitedly which only confirmed your suspicions. “What do you mean ‘everything’? What are they bringing up?” You asked, failing to keep your voice calm as you jerked at your restraints. “You’ll find out soon enough,” Linda cooed, tapping your nose, “think I better give you something else to focus on though.” She rolled off you, pulling off her underpants as she moved up the bed. Turning so the headboard was behind her, she placed a leg on either side of your head and lowered herself onto your mouth. She was dripping, having spent so long torturing you without getting off herself. You flicked your tongue back and forth over her pussy, as she rocked her hips, already panting as her orgasm approached. “Fuck, Y/N,” she moaned softly as you circled her clit, “such a good slut, gonna make me, oh! Make me, god fuck,” she rutted against your tongue until her legs shook and her juices dripped into your waiting mouth. You slowly licked along her cunt, collecting every last drop, relishing the tangy, salty taste. Her hands dropped to your breasts, squeezing them as she continued to rock her hips above you. She left one hand there as the other trailed down your body, coming to a halt when she reached your clit. She pressed her thumb to it, rubbing small fast circles that had you whining against her pussy. The short reprieve you’d been allowed meant you weren’t quite as painfully sensitive as you had been though it was still enough to make you try to squirm away from her touch.

You felt a hand wrap around your ankle as it kicked out in your effort to escape. The bed dipped slightly as Roger settled himself at the end, rubbing your legs as Linda’s fingers left you, and it was only then you realised he’d left the room. “I’ve left the stuff on the table over there.” He said to Linda as he pushed your legs wide, sliding his cock through your wet folds. “How m-much of it did we get?” a small stutter the only indication she was still using your mouth. “Most of it, actually.” Roger buried himself completely in your cunt. A moan was pushed from your throat as Roger began pounding into you but it went unnoticed as they continued their conversation. You thrust your tongue into Linda, but other than a small pause as she gasped it didn’t interrupt them. You moaned again, louder this time, but they kept ignoring you, treating you like nothing but a set of holes for them to use, a way for them to get off. You were torn, half stupidly aroused by the idea of existing for their use alone, half desperate for some kind of recognition. You found yourself hoping for one of them to touch your clit again, no matter how painful it was, doing everything in your limited power to get their attention. Judging by the way Linda’s speech fell away to be replaced by a series of higher and higher ‘oh’s, she was getting close, and that made you double down on your efforts, switching between tonguing her roughly and sucking on her clit. Before you could be rewarded with her orgasm though, she removed herself from your face. “Want to cum on your cock Rog” she whined as she crawled towards him. He withdrew from your cunt as he pulled her into position over you. Her face was above yours, just out of reach of your hungry lips. She mewled, closing her eyes, as Roger thrust into her a few times. Your hips jerked upwards, rutting against thin air in your desperation to have him inside you again. Roger obliged, pushing into you with a grunt, before switching back to her. You watched Linda’s mouth fall open, wishing she’d drop her lips to meet yours, or let you lavish her neck with kisses and love bites, but knowing you were lucky to be receiving the attention you were and that if you pushed it you ran the risk of losing it entirely. “So close,” she whined over and over, pushing back against Roger as he rammed into her again. Roger leaned forward and muttered something in her ear, before he withdrew from her and entered you again. Linda’s eyes shot open and she reached up to free one of your hands. Holding it tightly, she brought it up to her lips, sucking two of your fingers into her mouth for a moment before bring it down to press against her clit. She held you there as Roger thrust into her again, pushing her harder against your fingers as you rubbed her clit steadily. You could tell she was right there as both you and Roger worked to pull her over the edge, moaning at you not to stop until she was trembling and collapsing on to you. “Oh, fuck,” Roger gasped as she clenched around him, making him hit his release. He pulled out of her as he came, and you felt his warm seed dripping onto you from where it was leaking out of Linda. You were still rubbing Linda as she rode out her orgasm, your chest bursting with pride at being such a useful object, able to please the other two enough to make them cum.

Linda rolled off you, panting, and Roger moved to untie your still bound hand. “How’re you doing?” he asked softly, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your wrist. “Good, Rog,” you breathed out. “Not tempted to safe word?” “Hasn’t even crossed my mind.” “That’s my girl,” he said pressing his lips to your temple. You had a moment to breathe deeply before all trace of soft, caring Roger were gone, replaced once again by your Sir who demanded control. He grabbed you by the throat again to haul you to your knees, readjusting his grip as you pressed your back against his chest. “You ready to find out what was on that paper?” “Yes, Sir,” your voice was small as the anticipation and nerves made you tremble slightly, your stomach full of butterflies. Linda moved away to collect the brown bag that had been delivered and came back to kneel in front of you. “I am so excited to try these on you.” You whimpered as you realised she had pulled out a set of nipple clamps. “You want me to put them on?” You nodded, breath shaky and body tingling at the very notion. “Why don’t you ask me then, tell me you want it.” She held up a clamp so you could see it, the black rubber on the ends making a dull sound as she opened and shut them. “Please, Ma’am. Please put them on me.” Linda’s smile widened as she leaned forward and took your left nipple in her fingers, rolling it to a stiff peak. Roger was still holding you by the throat, through his grip had slackened, and he was leaving a trail of chaste kisses over the back of your neck and shoulders. You gasped as Linda let the clamp close around your nipple, the sensation diametrically opposed to the soft feel of Roger’s lips. “That okay?” she asked as she adjusted the tightness, “don’t want it to hurt, just squeeze,” “It’s good, doesn’t hurt,” you said as the pinch you’d first felt settled into a dull ache. Linda moved to your right nipple to attach the second clamp and you couldn’t help but arch your back eagerly, making Linda chuckle. The light metal chain that connected both clamps was cold as it knocked against your skin, and it was only once both clamps were attached that you noticed the second chain, trailing down past your stomach. “One more,” Linda said as she ran her fingers along your slit, collecting the fresh wave of wetness that had been elicited by the clamps and bringing it up to rub your clit, “And you thought you were sensitive before.” She leaned down, kissing your clit once before she put the clamp in place, looking up at you as she adjusted the screw. “How’s that feel,” Roger asked, letting go of your hair. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, needing to take a few steadying breaths before you could reply, “fucking amazing, Sir.” You rolled your hips, panting as the clamp held you so deliciously tight. “What about this?” He pulled on the chain that hung between your breasts, sending a jolt through you that made you squeal. His laugh tickled your ear as he turned back to Linda, “What should we show her next?” Linda met your eyes as she spoke, “Well unfortunately they weren’t able to get me the crop I requested, so we’ll have to stick with a more traditional spanking.” You let the two of them move you into position, on all fours over Roger’s lap. Roger rubbed your arse, sending excited shivers up your spine, before he slid his hand up over your back to hold you in place.

Linda started out with a few shallow strikes, enough to make you hiss at the small sting they left, but not enough to actually hurt, the chain from the clamps jangling softly with each one. Suddenly she hit you much harder, catching you off guard and making your arms buckle slightly. “You can do what you like with her cunt Rog, just keep clear of her arse.” Roger slipped three fingers into you, holding them still as Linda hit you again. It was hard enough to make you jolt forward, changing the angle of Roger’s fingers and making the clamps jangle louder as you let a whine escape. Roger began fingering you in earnest with a series of short sharp thrusts that were pushed deeper every time Linda spanked you. Between the two of them and the incredible way the clamp on your clit was squeezing you, it wasn’t long before you were coming undone with a moan. Linda rubbed over the pink spots she’d created as you shivered through your orgasm, soothing the warm sting. “Good girl,” Roger cooed as he brought his fingers to a stop again, leaving them inside you, and rubbing your back with his other hand. Linda came round to your front, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “Remember what I looked like after the first time the three of us did this? I had all sorts of bruises and marks up and down my body. I couldn’t wear shorts for a whole week because you’d so thoroughly covered my thighs. And don’t even get me started on my tits. What I mean is, think it’s time I return the favour.” You whimpered as she walked away from your again, the seconds before the next strike dragging on as she moved around the room. Roger kept his hand on your back to stop you from turning to watch, pulling his fingers out of your cunt so he could play with the chain that fell from your tits. Your breath hitched as he pulled the chain upwards and then let it drop, swinging down to hit your skin again. The next thing you knew was a whoosh sound as Linda brought a belt down against your skin. “Fuck!” you cried out as you collapsed completely. “Get her back up for me,” Roger grabbed your hips with both hands, pulling your arse back into the air and then pushed his fingers back into your cunt. Your chest was still pressed against the bed when the belt hit you again, emphasising the pressure from the nipple clamps. She hit you again and again and again, Roger fingering you deep and hard, his other arm pulling you against him so you couldn’t wriggle away. Every swing of the leather seemed harder than the previous one until each blow had you screaming and crying into the sheets beneath you. All the while the clamp on your clit held strong, constantly stimulating you, bringing you closer to another orgasm. “Every time you hit her, she clenches round my fingers. Think our slut might be enjoying herself.” Linda paused, her touch gentle as she soothingly rubbed your arse, but still making you flinch. “Gonna give you three more, okay?” “Yes, Ma’am,” you choked out, voice muffled in the bedding. “And I want you to count them off, nice and loud. So get you’re head up now.” You pushed yourself back up on your hands shakily. “Here we go.” The belt whipped through the air, landing on your arse with a sharp thwack. “One!” you yelled, struggling to stay upright as she lay the belt gently against your lower back. Roger reached around and carefully removed one of the nipple clamps. Your breast throbbed as blood rushed back to your nipple but you didn’t have long to dwell on it before Linda was bringing the belt down on you again. “Two!” Roger removed the second clamp, faster this time, flooding your chest with a warm tingly sensation that was more painful than the actual clamp had been. “Last one,” Linda warned before she hit you again, pulling another cry from your throat. “Three-e-e!” You said through your tears. The moment you clenched around Roger’s fingers he removed the clamp from your clit. It felt similar to the way your nipples felt but heightened, throbbing and hot and almost too much. This time when you collapsed no one pulled you back up. You rolled onto your side as you tried to stop sobbing, not wanting anything to touch your nipples or your bum. Roger ran his hand up and down your thigh to calm you as Linda dropped the belt and kneeled at your head. She reached out to stroke your hair softly. “Oh, sweetie. That hurt didn’t it.” “Yes, Ma’am,” you said tearfully. “And removing those clamps made you all sore, didn’t they?” “Yes, Ma’am,” “Good. That was the point. Now what do you say?” “Thank you, Ma’am. Thank you, Sir.” “Good girl,” she pressed her lips to your temple, “Are you okay?” You took a couple of deep breaths to stem the flow of tears, “Yes.” “Do you want to use your safe word?” You considered for a moment but now that the immediate pain was subsiding you felt okay, “No, I wanna continue.” “You sure? You don’t have to.” “I’m sure. Kinda curious to see how my clit works after the clamp,” Linda chuckled as she leaned in to kiss you softly before she looked back at Roger, “you happy to keep going?” “If Y/N is okay, absolutely. Haven’t had a chance to fuck her properly yet.”

With that Roger lifted your legs off his lap so he could scoot out from under you. He took his cock in his hand stroking his a few times as he pulled one of your legs up into the air, letting you stay on your side so as not to further irritate your stinging body. You propped you head up on one arm to watch as he pushed into you, leaning your leg against his shoulder and neck as he set a harsh pace. Linda grabbed your free hand and pulled it between her legs. “Gonna be a good girl and make me cum aren’t you, otherwise there’ll be consequences.” You nodded, unable to form coherent words as Roger began rubbing your clit. The clamp had left you extra responsive to his touch, still tingling slightly from its removal and feeling every stroke more acutely. You tried to focus on Linda pulling your fingers into her core, encouraging you to finger fuck her but the way Roger was drawing circles round your clit with his thumb had your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moaned out your release. He kept stimulating your clit as he pounded into you, drawing your orgasm out until your moans turned to painful whines and pleas for him to stop. The hyper-responsiveness in the wake of the clamp had fast become hyper-sensitivity to the point of pain. “Sir, please it’s too much,” “I’ll stop when your pretty little cunt is full of my cum. You clench around me so fucking tightly when I touch your clit, shouldn’t take long.” You let your arm fall back to the mattress, biting down on it to muffle your whimpers as Roger continued his relentless pace, grabbing onto your stinging bum for leverage. His thrusts became more erratic as he neared his peak, releasing into you with a string of grunted curses. As soon as he’d left your core Linda was pulling you up to your knees, your back against her chest. You watched as Roger found his discarded pants and reached into his pocket, pulling out his pack of smokes and a lighter. He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag on it, as Linda reached down to swipe up the cum that was leaking out of you. Once her fingers were coated, she brought them up to your mouth, making you suck them clean. “Taste good?”

You hummed, unable to speak around her fingers. “And was that fucking worth it?” She pulled her fingers free and lay a short sharp slap to your clit that would have had you doubled over in pain if she hadn’t been holding you up, “Told you to make me cum or there’d be consequences, so now you gotta face them.” She pushed you forwards, your hands hitting the mattress with a thud, as she turned to dig through the bag again. “Oh, you poor dumb slut,” Roger laughed, waving his cigarette through the air, “too fucked out to pay attention. I know what’s in that bag and you are fucking in for it.” You could hear Linda moving around behind you but you kept your eyes glued to Roger as you sat back on your knees, not wanting to make matters worse for yourself. He offered you his cigarette and you gladly took a long drag to try and stop the trembling in your hands. “After that spanking, I wasn’t going to pull this out. Decided you’d been through enough for the moment. But plans change.” At a signal from Linda, Roger placed the smoke back between his lips and grabbed your arms, pulling you down onto your back, your head at the edge of the bed. You raised your head as you felt Linda bend your legs and kneel between them, surprised to see her wearing a harness, a bright pink dildo protruding from the front. “Thought it was time I got my own one of these, and I’m glad I did since you seem to like cock so fucking much,” With that she slowly pushed into you, drawing almost all the way out before sinking in again deeper. She drew unintelligible whines from you with every thrust but it wasn’t until she was fully sheathed inside you that she let out her own soft moan. “But being fucked again isn’t really a punishment for you, is it?” You were silent, biting on your lip to stop from begging her to move. “I said, it’s not a punishment is it, slut?” She said as she slapped your thigh, jolting you enough to make you whimper. “No, Ma’am, it’s not,” “Good thing I’ve got this, then.” She reached down and picked up a small thin vibrator which she held against your clit. Even without turning it on, it made you jolt. “Please don’t Ma’am, I’m sorry. I’ll pay attention properly next time. I’ll lick your cunt again right now. Please, sit on my face or spank me again, please, anything but that.” You begged, breath coming faster. “Nice try, sweetie, but if you don’t listen to me why should I listen to you,” With that she turned the vibrator on and began thrusting into you properly, building her rhythm. Your clit felt like it was on fire, the force of the vibrations when you were already so sensitive making you howl. You tried to wiggle free, but Linda was having none of it, slapping your thigh whenever your squirming started up again. The worst part was that you could feel your orgasm building again, behind the pain, and part of you was terrified she’d stop before you could cum again. Roger was still standing over you, he moved away at one point to find an ashtray but, when he came back, he held down your arms to stop you from thrashing about so much. Linda removed the vibrator from you for a moment, letting you catch your breath, and you vaguely wondered what people in the rooms nearby must be making of your wails. But then it was back against you, pressing so hard you were almost going numb, and every other thought was shaken from your head. You whimpered the word ‘please’ over and over, knowing it wasn’t working but unable to form any other words. “Rog, be a doll and shut her up,” you heard Linda pant and the next thing you knew Roger’s cock was in your throat, fucking you at an equally bruising pace. You were trapped between them, hands fisted in the sheets as you drew closer and closer to your orgasm. Roger swore as you gagged around him, leaning over to pull on your nipples. Your body shuddered as your orgasm rippled through you, stronger than you thought it would be with how close to numb your clit felt. Linda removed the vibrator from you, pressing it instead against her own clit until she came, slowing her thrusts back down to a stop. Roger pushed himself into your throat completely and you half expected him to pull out and cum on your face again. Instead he released your nipples, coming undone with your muffled whine.

You were still twitching slightly as Roger picked you up and moved you to the middle of the bed, breathe ragged after he’d used your throat so harshly. He pushed your hair back off your face and squeezed your hand, bringing it up to his lips as he praised you for taking so much. “Was I a good toy?” you asked quietly. “Better than good. Fucking brilliant.” He pulled you into a soft, firm kiss, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Thank you,” you smiled against his shoulder as he pulled you into his arms. Linda returned, having removed the harness, now carrying a warm washcloth. You gingerly cleaned yourself up, before falling back against the pillows, laughing softly as Linda peppered your jaw with kisses. Once you’d thrown the washcloth into the mess of clothes on the floor Linda turned your head, dropping her lips to yours. Both of them threw their arms over you, pulling another laugh from you as they squished you between them. “When I’m not feeling quite so sore and drained, you’re gonna have to tell me what else was on that list. Show me what else you got.” “Naturally,” Roger said against your neck, “Might have to go for a walk tomorrow and see if we can’t find the shop that concierge bird said she got all this from.” “Might have to play around with those clamps some more, see if you can get away with wearing them under your shirt. I’ve got a couple of ideas.” You shivered slightly at the prospect. “Let the poor girl get some rest before you go planning out how to torment her next,” “Don’t worry, Rog, I’ve got a couple ideas of my own.”

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onedivinemisfit · 6 years ago

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My currently eternal WIPs... Idk but whenever it comes to painting clothes I end up flipping the table and going into hiding instead ;P

AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata Art: Me

Some notes about what my thought process~

Haki - went w light brown hair that has a slight tinge of pink, and deep brown eyes cuz my mum said she would look beautiful w them. Pale northern skin to underline her Lyrias ancestry. Makeup is chic and super-feminine, soft colours combined w shimmer and gloss, lots of gloss for dem big lips.

Shirayuki - I like her w more of an orangey hue to her hair rather than pure red, makes it more alive to me. Eyes are still vivid green. Since I’m tots never gonna draw Shira without freckles again in my life I went and made her skin slightly more pinkish to underline this. She does not use much, so it’s more enhancement by natural colours that which she already possesses. Shirayuki works out-of-doors a lot so I imagine she likes tinted lip balms w sunscreen.

Kiki - the gold of her hair is more like the manga than the anime, because I the artist prefer the deeper hues Sorata-sensei work with. Same with the eyes. The skin is more golden than that of the other girls just cause I wanted tiny differences. Her makeup is focused on mattes, neutral-to-cold palettes, which makes her eyes and hair really stand out, putting the focus on her, and not her makeup. Heavy lids lend themselves to a lot of eyeshadow - Kiki probably does killer smoky eyes when she dresses up~

Kihal - since it’s literally just black in the manga, I borrowed the colours from the anime for Kihal, maybe going a bit overboard w the shine (so addictive...) darkened her skin since, well, there aren’t a lot of colours usually in manga, and I figured that it would suit Kihal, especially given the island-y style she rocks, w the added bonus of some diversity. Makeup is nearly nonexistent, w a touch of burnt umber and terracotta. I’m sure she only uses eco-certified brands and vegan lip balms, if anything at all.

Yuzuri - took a while to find a good colour ref, tried to keep the hair and eyes are true to canon as I could - maaay have made the aqua of her eyes more intense tho... since most of the other girls here wore their makeup subtly, I had Yuzuri play around w the holographic/mermaid palettes. She appears to be one of most fashion-oriented in the series so it felt befitting to make her more focused on trends - and she loves colours anyway. She can rock almost any combination because of her unusual colourings it was amazing to try out diff palettes on her. Think lots of glitter and iridescence~

#myart #fanart #anime #manga #Akagami no Shirayukihime #ans #wip #shirayuki #haki #kiki seiran #kihal tohgrul #yuzuri #modern fashion #modern AU #digital drawing #clip studio paint #iPad Pro #first time I ramble about my art choices #wow

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dragoninthecloud · 6 years ago

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Surprise? part 2

So you know how I said that Ladrien accidental pregnancy thing I did was a one shot? Yeah.... Have a mostly fluffy follow up conversation to it! which completely changed from what I said I wanted to do shhh don’t look at me like that

Huge thanks to @tbehartoo for all the help <3

Part 1

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Ladybug felt a wave of relief flow through her, and couldn't stop the small laugh that bubbled up as she finally felt herself start to smile. She reached up to hold his wrists while he still held her face, and he was smiling back at her as they both took a moment to bask in the new connection between them.

When he started to pull back she tried to quickly scrub her damp cheeks dry, only for him to catch her hands and hold them gently in one of his as he wiped the tear trails away himself. She couldn’t help but laugh again, and shake him off to gently run her thumbs under his own shining eyes instead.

“So, how’re you feeling?” has asked quietly when they had both stopped drying tears. “Do you need anything?”

“Well, I could do with a hug if you don’t mi-”

She didn’t manage to finish her sentence before he started to scoot back on his bed to sit against the wall, holding his hands out wide and wiggling his fingers in a ‘come here’ gesture. She giggled, sounding almost normal she was proud to note, and climbed over to sit across his lap, resting her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her hair.

“I will never say no to hugging you. Especially not now.”

She sighed softly, snuggling her head against his neck and closing her eyes, wriggling to get one hand snaked around his back and the other up to grip the t-shirt at his free shoulder.

“Thank you Adrien. You really are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“And you to me. Now. Tell me honestly, are you ok? I know what you’re like, and I’m having trouble believing you’re as calm you’re acting right now.”

She choked down a laugh that wanted to be a sob. He knew her far too well.

“Honestly? I’m a bit better now I’ve told you, sort of. I was more afraid of how you might react than the actually being pregnant part. I mean, you’re only twenty Adrien. This is a major change to your life, and I know you just said you want this but I really will understand if-”

Fingers found her lips and gently pinched them shut.

“And you can’t be much older than me, if not the same or younger. And, actually, are you sure you want to…” he trailed off, and she pushed herself up from him so quickly his head bounced off the wall and she untangled her arms from around him to hold his face between her hands, staring desperately into his eyes and willing him to believe her.

“Yes! Don’t ever think I don’t want this with you, or I’m not perfectly happy to have your baby! I know I’ve not mentioned it before, but I’ve been imagining our lives together for as long as I’ve known you. And it’s always been you, me, a hamster, and three children. So this is a start towards my dream.”

He stared at her, mouth hanging open slightly, before it shifted back into a sappy grin, his eyes misting over again.

“Make that two hamsters then. Because my dream was always you and me and a hamster on a tropical island somewhere. But I’ll trade that island for children with you.”

She laughed, running her hands over his face and leaning in to kiss him, softly at first then harder as he wrapped his arms back around her. They were panting when she finally pulled back, and she couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up inside her, answered by his low chuckle.

“So. Do our children have names?”

“Hmm?”

“You said your dream was three children. I want to know if they have names.”

“Oh. Erm, Emma, Louis, and Hugo. But that’s just what I picked years ago, I mean if you don’t like them or want something diff-”

She was cut off with a kiss again, soft and gentle and she could feel the love radiating from him through it. Her fingers started to move through his hair, slowly and gently and just enjoying the care and calm that surrounded her. She pulled back before they could get distracted again, since there were still things to talk about.

Adrien pouted but let her, seeming to understand what she intended. It was one of the things she loved about him. He knew her so well, sometimes knowing what she wanted or would do before she’d realised herself. He dropped his hands to her hips and started drawing loopy relaxing patterns, and she settled her head back against him.

“I really want to go back to those plans of yours later, but for now tell me everything. You’re, what, just over four weeks?”

“Mmmm,” she hummed, kissing his neck softly. “Four and a half weeks, yes, since that’s when we, yeah.” She paused while he snickered, and she felt the blush start to form. She knew she should be able to talk about things like this, especially now, but there was a big difference between talking and doing in her mind.

“Or I might be six. I need to talk to the doctor, since pregnancy is normally counted from the start of the last period, but we know exactly when it would have happened so I’m not sure how it works. But anyway, according to the internet baby is about the size of a poppy seed right now, or a sweet pea. I’ve been getting cramping, which I’d thought was my period being late but is apparently baby, and I don’t think I’ve started with mood swings yet, but I’m not sure my roommate would agree given how she’s been acting with me the last few days.”

He laughed, and the way his whole body shook made her grin.

“I’m going to be getting tired, and cranky, so I apologise now if I get mean with you at all.”

He laughed again, lifting a hand to stroke gently through her hair as his other stroked along her back.

“I’m pretty sure you’re allowed to be cranky. For at least, oh I don’t know, nine months maybe?”

She snorted, tilting her head up so she could kiss his jaw, then his lips as he bent down to meet her.

“Dork,” she muttered playfully, grinning up at him when they parted, before snuggling again. She stayed there, happy to just be with him and enjoy the moment. She hadn’t stopped thinking of worst case scenarios since she’d done the test yesterday, and all the different ways this could have gone badly were still haunting her thoughts even after his reassurances. Because there were still ways this could go wrong, with the things left to discuss.

“Do you want the websites I was looking at yesterday by the way? There’s a chart to show you how big the baby is at each week, and what sort of effect it’s going to be having on me.”

“Yeah actually, that’d be great,” he said, reaching around her for his laptop at the end of the bed. “I mean, I was going to start looking things up as soon as you’d gone so I can figure out how to help you best, and if I need to buy anything, so having that to start from would be nice.”

She pulled away from him, ignoring his pout so she could grab his face and squeeze his cheeks gently between her hands

“Adrien Agreste, you are not to go mad and start buying stuff. I am telling you now, no. How would you explain a load of baby things showing up in the post to Nino and Alya anyway? They don’t even know you’re dating! Besides, the first ten to twelve weeks are the most dangerous, so you have to wait till after that and me telling you who I am at least.”

“Ten to twelve weeks? You want me to wait…” he trailed off, eyes wide with shock and hope, before continuing in an awed whisper. “You’re going to tell me who you are?”

She bit her lip, then nodded hesitantly.

“Yes. I, I need to tell Chat Noir first, because he’s been my partner for five years and I’ve always promised him that if I had any choice about it I’d tell him first. Which is the only reason I’m not telling you right now. But I want to tell you, soon, so you, we can start telling people that are important to us. But I promise, as soon as he knows, you will too.”

Of all the reactions she expected from him, bursting into laughter wasn’t one of them. He dropped his head to her shoulder and she couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying as his shoulder started to shake, even as she reached to wrap her arms around him. Stress could make people act strangely sometimes she supposed, and she had just dropped a lot on him all at once. When he calmed down and leaned back against the wall, he was grinning widely as he rubbed at his watery eyes.

“Sorry, sorry. I just, yeah. Sorry.” He cleared his throat and rolled his neck, and his smile became something more sheepish, and she was immediately on alert.

“And, erm, my friends already kinda think I’m dating someone, so it won’t be as big a problem as it could be?”

“Oh?” she asked, keeping her tone even while her stomach flipped.

“Yeah. See, Nino has been making jokes lately, about how I’m secretly dating someone, and he then starts talking about our friend Marinette? You remember her, right? Well he keeps saying things about how we always disappear at the same time, and come back all out of breath. And points out how we always end up sharing a sofa when we all watch movies and she really likes to cuddle so I’ve been letting her, and I think he’s heard you here a few times and thought it was her, and then he found a receipt once for flowers I’d bought you which are also her favourites. So Nino has been saying about how he gets it, he understands why we just haven’t told anyone because we don’t want to deal with the hassle of the press and all that. So… so we can always fall back on that if we need to?”

Her heart stopped for a beat while she tried to process what he was saying, and her face must have changed somehow because he rushed on.

“Not that I’m dating her! That I’m dating I mean. Because I promise, there is nothing like that between me and Marinette. You’re the only person for me Lovebug. And I’ve let them make jokes because it was easier than fighting them but I can start shutting them down and talking about you being someone else now so it won’t be such a shoc-”

She pressed a finger to hips lips gently, stopping his babble as her mind raced. She’d stopped denying Alya’s jokes about her having a secret boyfriend, who she kept sneaking away to see during Akuma attacks, years ago. And then had jokingly agreed and moved the conversation on when Alya had started suggesting that she’d finally gotten with Adrien when she had started dating him. But to realise that was now all working to her advantage was, well, a miraculous stroke of luck.

“I know Adrien, Marinette is just a friend,” she said dryly, enjoying his pout at the long standing joke. “Don’t change how you are with your friends just now. Try to keep acting the same, so you don’t make them suspicious. I know what Alya is like remember, and how she is when she thinks there’s a story to uncover. And we can work out the details when you, you and Chat, know.”

“Ah. Yes. When, I mean, what are you going to tell Chat?”

She sighed, having expected him to ask, but still not sure what to say. Which was why she’d avoided it.

“I’m not sure? I only just found out yesterday, and it’s still sinking in, so I’ve not thought of how yet. Say,” she said, sliding her hands from her lap to his shoulder and meeting his curious gaze.

“If you were Chat Noir, my superhero partner of five years, who was madly in love with me until I got a super-hot boyfriend, how would you want me to tell you that I was pregnant with said boyfriend’s kid?”

She watched, fascinated, as his face cycled through in a mixture of amused, embarrassed, proud, thoughtful, and smug.

“Super-hot, huh? Heh. Ahem. I guess I’d want you to let me know as soon as possible, so I could make sure I can protect you better and you don’t get hurt more than needed?”

“That’s when, Adrien, not how.”

“Right, right. Er. Maybe on patrol? You’re meeting him on Thursday, right? So maybe near the end, you stop him on a roof away from everything and let him know that you had an awesome and fun night with your super-hot model boyfriend a few weeks ago and now-”

She grabbed his pillow and hit him over the head with it, laughing at his yelps and attempts to hide by burying his face in her neck.

“Yeah no. You know he’s super protective of me, and while he knows I'm dating someone, I don’t think things would go well if I drop it on him like that. I especially wouldn’t like your wardrobe's chances if, or rather when, he then finds out who you are.”

“Somehow I think I’ll be fine. You could just be straight with him, don’t beat around the bush. Just be 'Oh hi Chat, nice day today,'" he said in a surprisingly good impression of her voice as he pulled back from her. "'I think we should maybe swing around the Tower tonight, I'm pregnant, and then maybe drop by Alya’s and see if she has any new leads we can follow-'”

She rolled her eyes as she pushed the pillow against his face, muffling his laughter, then froze as she heard keys in the lock from the main room. She quickly climbed off him and moved towards the window.

“Sounds like Nino’s home. I’ll see you later my darling sunshine boy,” she said quietly, jumping up to crouch in the open window as Adrien joined her, aware of Nino and Alya now moving around in the other room as she grabbed his shirt to pull him closer.

“Later my lovely bug,” he whispered back, kissing her softly before stepping back and letting her swing away.

#miraculous ladybug #ladrien #adrien agreste #ladybug #accidental pregnancy #fanfic

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ryesnatcher · 7 years ago

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Eager Eyes

Pairing: Connor RK800 x Reader Requested: Writing prompt #3 with Connor and reader??? / Requested by ANON A/N: This is my first Detroit fic, so any feedback is appreciated and I hope y’all enjoy it! Requests are still open for now :) JUST to clarify this is v diff from usual style of writing, alcohol and the killers inspired this <3

Music that preludes at least 30 decades before them echoes through the room. Sliding between conversations, officers and detectives alike all tapping their feet with a slight slur. The unrelenting beat dancing like fond memories between couples and friends. The air, heavy with alcohol and sweat gives the faintest sensation of relief.

At least to some.

In the far corner Connor doesn’t find himself swaying to the music, or locking hands on the dancefloor like everybody else seemed to be doing. Instead he finds himself watching those that are. Frowning only to himself at the carelessness in their movements as they let themselves move freely, their bodies choosing each erratic movement. No thought. No process. No overthinking. Simply Being.

Even now that he was considered deviant he found it hard to simply allow his body to be. Working with his own presence he still found himself hovering by people, lingering a second too close. Y/N had once told him he could try being more spontaneous. He’d disagreed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it was more he didn’t know how. There was nothing anywhere that seemed helpful in the decision to be spontaneous. He’d even asked Hank to no avail, he’d simply called it ironic.

But stood on the edge of the dancefloor frequented by the DPD, watching them collide effortlessly made him almost envy them. Or in particular, Officer Miller and his dancing beside Y/N. Each step with the beat she reciprocates, her arms moving fluidly as the glimmer of her dress catches on every light. Each look between them he feels himself flinching, a sudden impatience for it to stop.

For a second he considers striding over to them. Interrupting in a perhaps selfish desire to sate a feeling he couldn’t quite trust. But the spotlights ahead blind him, dim and patterned they spin across the dancefloor, and he’s sure that even

hesitate on her as his heart seems to skip a beat. A malfunction he doesn’t want to correct.

In the moment, he sees her shaking her head to the songs, her soft lips parted as she drunkenly sings with the song. The light clinging to her skin, as centuries of artists desire hang in the shadows across her face. The history of an art he suddenly yearns to learn, painted in the strokes of her off beat dancing.

“Ohh” Hank says, his voice smug with recognition as he takes his place beside Connor. “I get it now.”

Connor turns slightly, reluctant to look away. As if Miller would make a move in his absence. “Get what now, Lieutenant?”

“Why you insisted we stop by this ridiculous party.”

“I insisted as this party is a celebration of your achievements. Officer Y/L/N asked me personally to ensure you attended.”

Hank lets out a small scoff. Taking a sip from his bottle as nods to the music. Even if he’d have preferred to spend the night watching a repeat of some show with Sumo by his side. He would admit she’d done her homework. The music was to his taste, albeit not heavy, just nostalgic. The booze was free. And there seemed to be only the cops he liked.

Connor looks back to Y/N, her and officer Miller now at a standstill as she’s led from the dancefloor. His hand holding hers. Connor finds himself mentally spitting his name, a wave of something not quite nausea hitting him as he forces himself to keep watching, Unsure of why it’s even upsetting him.

The two of them talking closer and closer, Miller fumbling in his pocket and lighting the cigarette he pulls from it, offering it first to Y/N. Taking a drag she leans in closer. A hand on his shoulder. Once again Connor winces, this time looking away. Frowning hard as he tries to figure out why it’s bothering him so much. Letting out a small exhale and crossing his arms, he catches Hanks smug grin looking down at him. Finally understanding the human expression of a shit-eating grin.

“Why don’t you go ask her to dance? You know instead of just watching her and looking all jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, Lieutenant.”

“Connor, if your little disk thing could flash green, it damn well would be.” He points the neck of his bottle to the LED on Connors temple. Taking a heavy swig before calling out. “Y/N!”

Connor lets out a slight gasp, his eyes wide in horror as he watches her turn to her name. An excited grin spreading across her lips. Instantly feeling weak, the lightness in his head seems to increase as he holds his breath. Watching as she makes her way over. Forgetting that he has yet to protest Hanks actions.

But before he can he’s wrapped in Y/Ns arms. Caught in the overwhelming scent of her perfume. Caught in her warmth and the pull on his neck as she reaches up. Every sense working double as he tries to capture this exact feeling, every desire he has to lose his inhibitions. And as his slender fingers touch her back, his mind goes blank. Seeing only her, the warmth of her stolen her dress. As quick as his horror had faded, she was gone. Her words ringing in his ears as he struggled to process them.

“I can’t believe you actually got him to come.” She smiles at Connor, letting out a small laugh as she nudges him gently. “Are you both enjoying the party?”

“You did a helluva job Y/N. Only office party they’ve managed to get me to come to yet.” He winks to her, bringing the bottle to his lips. Tipping the contents back and expertly finishing it. “Oh would you look at that. I’m all out.”

He hold out the empty bottle as if evidence, Connor instantly steps forward and reaches for it. “I can get you another-” His offer and eager smile is cut off as Hank shakes his head, patting him on the shoulder before sauntering away.

Leaving Connor with nothing but the feel of a dry mouth. Swallowing harshly as he looks to her. Her eyes, bright in the glimpses of light, look to him expectantly. Lost for words, he stumbles.

“You really did do a great job with the party.”

“Thanks, Connor. It’s really nothing though. All you need for cops is to get booze, shitty music, and don’t invite the assholes from the office.” She lists them off on her fingers, giving a small shrug.

“Yes, I did notice the absence of Detective Reed.”

Y/N laughs, loud and uncaring. Connor meeting her grin with a smile of his own. He was sure that he’d never smiled as much as these past few moments. Simply watching her as though he was learning his own humour for the first time. Pride swelling in his smile.

As her laughter dies down, a silences settles between them. Connor shifting uncomfortably as his dark eyes drop to the floor. Trying hard to find ways to fill the silence. Looking up as Y/N clears her throat.

“You like dancing.” He states, his cheeks now holding a blue tinge.

“I guess. It’s definitely more fun with alcohol.”

“I could get you a drink?” He suggests, Y/N shaking her head.

“I’m good. We could dance though?” She suggests, nodding her head towards the dancefloor. “You know together.”

He drops his gaze once more, watching the fluid movements of the people filling the dancefloor. They were clunky, drunk, but uncaring. Even if they weren’t what anybody would consider good dancers. He could already see the difference between their movements and what he would give.

“I’m afraid I don’t know how to dance.” He admits, watching her as he expects her to move away. Instead she just giggles, stepping closer and taking his hand.

He looks to their joint hands, glad that he cannot sweat like they do.

“Connor, nobody here can dance. They’re cops.” She pauses as Connor’s hand pulls across the curve of her back. A certain kind of adrenaline rushing through her as she speaks. “If you can’t dance that only means you’re fitting in perfectly. So…congrats on becoming a full time cop” She trails off, pulling him with her as he follows after her. Connor aware of every set of eyes watching them.

Androids, humans, people he cared about. Their eyes watching him as if each movement was deviant. But he couldn't find time enough to care? Instead he was swept into their moment. The rush that came with Y/N’s leg brushing on his own, the pride that seemed to swell with having every person know that she was dancing with

Briefly looking around, catching each jealous look with a smile of his own, until he meets Hanks. The old man giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up, Connor returning it with a wink as he pulls her closer, watching as a blush burns in her cheeks and palms.

#connor rk800 #detroit become human #dbh #connor rk800 imagine #detroit become human imagine #connor dbh #dbh imagine #dbh connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #dbh reader

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ko-chan-the-blueberry-donut · 7 years ago

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Love Potion No. 9 (Andrew/Akko sin oneshot)

Okay guys, here is a limey-sin oneshot about Andrew and Akko! Hope you guys like it. This is post the anime.

Title: Love Potion No.9 Rating: M Pairing(s): Andrew Hanbridge/Akko Kagari Summary: As usual Sucy uses Akko as a test subject for her potions; unfortunately, it causes a lot more trouble than predicted.

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“kukukukuku” Sucy laughed as she poured the glowing liquid down Akko’s throat. She spent days working on this one and hoped it would have the intended results. Once done, she settled into bed across from her snoring roommate and awaited the outcome in the morning.

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Akko sighed happily as she soared in the air. The wind caressed her face and she flew higher in the night sky, the stars sparkling around her. She let out a whoop of delight—finally she was able to fly on a broom! A figure caught her attention and she grinned, seeing it was Andrew. Lowering herself to the ground, she hopped off the broom and ran to him.

“Andrew! What brings you here?” Akko greeted. The boy gave her a smirk.

“Really? You haven’t figured out why I’m here? As usual, things seem to fly over your head I guess.” He teased. Akko stuck her tongue out at him.

“Hey! I’m not some silly girl! I’ve grown a lot since we first met!” Akko retorted. Andrew laughed, and Akko felt herself smile, soon giggling with him. He came closer to her, taking her hand, placing his lips against her skin carefully, before his tongue peaked out and traced her skin. Akko felt her heartbeat quicken and her cheeks flared up with a violent blush. She tugged her hand back, squawking in surprise.

“Andrew! What’s with you?”

“Nothing, Miss Kagari. I just want to show you how bewitching you are.” He stepped closer, as Akko backed up, her back hitting a tree trunk. Her face was a bright red as Andrew nuzzled her neck, placing feather-like kisses there. She sighed blissfully, relaxing into his embrace before jolting and shaking her head to snap herself out of it.

“A-ah Andrew!”

However, that didn’t last long as Andrew made eye contact with her, tracing her features with unhidden desire making her thighs clench together.

“You’ve lit my fire.” He whispered, and he kissed her so gently, but so passionately, that Akko moaned in pleasure, allowing his tongue to touch hers sensually. They separated, Andrew touching their foreheads together. “You must be mine.”

He kissed her again, more ardently, and Akko let him, grasping his jacket to keep herself upright as the heat pooled in between her legs. It was so intense that she felt herself throbbing with pleasure. He stopped kissing her, causing Akko to moan in protest, and he whispered in her ear.

“Akko.”

“Akko”

“AKKO!”

Akko yelped, tumbling out of bed and hitting the floor with a bang. Sucy and Lotte surveyed her curiously as she hissed, nursing her head. She glared up at Sucy.

“What was that for, Sucy?!” she yelled.

“You were making a racket.” Sucy told her. “You were moaning loudly for that Hanbridge guy. You need a booty call?” Akko blushed hotly.

“W-what?! N-no! It’s not like that!! It was a nightmare!” Akko protested.

“What was the nightmare about?” Lotte asked from her bunk. Akko blinked, quickly trying to think of an explanation, but a strange sensation in between her legs made her pause, groaning as she shifted to rub some friction there, but made a whine when she got no release. Sucy and Lotte just stared at her.

“Are you all right, Akko?” Lotte asked. Akko shifted again, finding she couldn’t get rid of the hot feeling in between her legs and huffed, crossing her arms across her chest, but shivered as she realized when she brushed against her chest, her nipples were sensitive against the fabric of her shirt.

“I… ugh! I feel so frustrated! What’s wrong with me?!”

“Interesting…” Sucy commented, examining her closely. Akko backed up, startled, but it only served to make her neither regions brush up against her sheets and she moaned. “Guess that potion had some unforeseen side effects.”

“Potion?!” Akko shrieked. She narrowed her eyes and stood up.

“Sucy, what did you make her drink this time?” Lotte sighed, rubbing one of her eyes from sleep. Sucy shrugged.

“Just a new potion. Though it looks like instead of making her grow arms, it made her super horny.”

“Horny?! I’m not—”

“You look like you’re about to stick your hand down your pants and jerk one off right here.” Sucy cut Akko off. Akko blushed, fidgeting.

“W-whatever! Make it go away!” Akko demanded, turning her head in embarrassment. Sucy clicked her tongue.

“I don’t think that’s possible. I designed this potion to just ride its course.”

“What?! No! Sucy, you gotta be joking!” Akko squeaked, clenching her legs together trying to relieve the pressure. “I can’t go to class like this!”

“You could always call up Mr. Prince Charming for assistance.” Sucy teased. Akko threw a pillow at her in indignation.

“Sucy! She can’t be like this forever!” Lotte climbed down from her bunk. Sucy shrugged.

“It won’t be for forever. I don’t know when it will stop, but it definitely will stop. Maybe if she jerks it a couple of times, it will speed up the process.”

Akko gritted her teeth, clenching her fists. However, before she could do anything, Lotte got in between Sucy and Akko and placed her hands up in a placating manner.

“I’m sure it will wear off in a few hours like her other potions. For now, though, I think you should stay here. We’ll tell Professor Chariot you’re not feeling well.” Lotte tried to reassure her. Akko sighed miserably, not wanting to miss out on seeing her favorite professor, but she knew she had no other choice if she didn’t want to embarrass herself to the whole school.

“Sure! I won’t let this get me down! You’re right Lotte! It will probably wear off in a few hours.” Akko grinned.

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It did not let up in a few hours. Actually, to Akko, it seemed even worse than this morning. She huffed, tossing and turning in her bed, but finding no solace, she groaned and threw the covers off of her, raising up from her sheets.

The pressure between her legs was unbearable. She could feel her sex throbbing with need, and Akko obstinately refused to give it any relief due to stubbornness. She would not succumb to this potion! She was a witch dammit! She saved the world from peril! She could handle sexual frustration!

The throbbing seemed to grow more insistent at her thoughts.

“I need some air.” Akko concluded. She dressed herself for the day, being mindful that even the smallest brushes of fabric against her skin felt enjoyable and grabbed her broom. She snuck through the halls of the dormitories, hoping no one would come across her. Once outside, she readied her broom; however, she didn’t account for the feeling of friction against her sex the broom would provide. She gasped at the sensation, slightly moving up and down as she adjusted herself, wanting more of the feeling, but too stubborn to give in. Akko bit her lip, refusing to cry out in desire as she maneuvered herself to be ready for flight.

“Akko?” a voice asked.

Akko yelped, blushing hotly at being caught in a compromising position, and turned to see Diana gazing at her with interest. The blonde-haired witch raised an eyebrow.

“Lotte and Sucy said you were sick. Why aren’t you in bed?” Diana asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion. Akko gulped.

“I—you see… I um!” the brown-haired witch tried to scramble for an explanation that didn’t reveal her predicament. She would never be able to live it down if Diana knew Sucy’s potion made Akko want to ride her broom in more ways than one just to relieve tension.

“Are you playing hooky?” Diana asked her, crossing her arms. She came closer to Akko, pulling out her wand to cast a diagnostic spell to see if the girl was indeed fine. However, her eyes widened when her wand glowed, alerting her that something was indeed wrong. She looked at Akko in concern. “Akko, what’s wrong?”

“I—I—I gotta go!” Akko yelled, casting the spell to take flight and zipped away into the sky as fast as she could, leaving a worried Diana calling her name.

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Akko breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the wind across her face, cooling down her heated body. This is what she needed. She needed the air, the clouds, the open sky. Sure, she still felt the pressure down there, but at least she had flying to distract her.

“Heyyyyyy Akko!”

Akko’s peaceful musing screeched to a halt as she came across Amanda, flying towards her. The other witch didn’t seem to notice Akko’s horror as she fell into flight beside her.

“What are you doing up here? Everyone’s been looking for you! Diana even contacted rich boy to look for you because she was so worried. Are you in some kind of trouble? You know we can help.” Amanda reassured her. Akko avoided looking at her, a blush creeping up her neck.

“I’m not in trouble.” Akko admitted. “Just needed some air.” Amanda surveyed her in confusion.

“But Diana said her spell said there was something wrong with you. You shouldn’t be out flying if you don’t feel well, you know.” Amanda told her in concern. They locked eyes and Amanda could see conflict in her fellow witch’s crimson eyes. Worry tugged at her. “Is it something really bad?”

Akko debated whether or not she should tell her, but she felt guilt nag at her heart. She didn’t like worrying all of her friends, and to hear that Diana organized a search party for her was both touching and made her feel awful that she put others through that ordeal. Taking a deep breath, Akko opened her mouth to reply.

“Well, Sucy’s potion had some kind of weird side effects.” Akko confessed. Amanda titled her head.

“Wait, you’re like this cause of Sucy’s potions? Why didn’t you just ask Professor Chariot to give you an antidote?”

“That’s the thing, actually, Sucy designed this potion to just ride its course. There’s nothing that can be done about it.” Akko said nervously.

“So that’s why you’re running away? Doesn’t seem like a big deal. Sucy gives you potions all the time—why is this one different?” Amanda blinked, inquisitive, and not understanding why Akko was so worked up. She raised an eyebrow when Akko’s entire face lit up in shame.

“This one… makes me super horny…” Akko whispered. A moment of silence passed between them. A beat. Amanda blinking, comprehending what Akko said, before bursting out into laughter, twirling on her broom from laughing so hard. Akko’s blush was so violent that she was glowing from her neck to the roots of her hair. She growled, glaring at the other witch who was laughing at her. “It’s not funny Amanda!”

Amanda continued to guffaw like it was some hilarious joke. She held her stomach as she talked between giggles.

“I’m sorry!” a laugh here “You’re fleeing from everyone—” another laugh “—because you really wanna get laid!” a snort.

“Stop laughing! This is embarrassing!” Akko whined, crossing her arms. Amanda tried to control her laughter for Akko’s sake, realizing that perhaps she wasn’t really helping Akko’s case to run away. She wiped a tear from her eye, a saucy grin on her face.

“Alright, sorry sorry.” Amanda placated her. She snickered a bit. “Just… why didn’t you just say so? There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about! It’s completely normal to get horny once in a while.”

“Not like this! Sucy says it looked like I was about to jerk one off right in front of them!” Akko protested. Amanda rolled her eyes.

“So why don’t you? Just jerk one off I mean.” Amanda questioned. Akko spluttered. Amanda shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong with it. All people do it. It’s natural.”

Akko shook her head, a huge red blush across her cheeks.

“I-it’s weird! I don’t want to do that and have everyone know I did that!” Akko claimed. Amanda had a pensive expression on her face.

“Why not do it with another person then? Would that help?” Akko’s indignant yells were her answer, but Amanda kept going. “I mean, you don’t want to do it by yourself so naturally you should ask someone to help you out.”

“I can’t do that! Who would I ask?” Akko asked. Amanda grinned, flying closer to her.

“Heh, well I’m sure I wouldn’t mind if you asked me. Hell, I’m sure even Diana would help if you asked. Luna Nova is notorious for girl on girl action—just no one ever announces it.” Amanda winked. Akko shook her head furiously, ridding of the images of Diana or Amanda seducing her, her face flushed.

“I’m not asking Diana to jerk me off! Hannah and Barbara would never let me live it down!” Akko told her, turning her head and crossing her arms.

“Hmmm.” Amanda thought, pondering hard on a solution for Akko, before a light bulb went off in her head and she cupped her fist. “Oh! What about rich boy? I’m sure he would be okay with it!” a sound like a record screech sounded in Akko’s head, causing her to stop dead in the air. She whipped her head to face Amanda so fast she was surprised she didn’t get whiplash.

“A-A-A-Andrew?!”

“Yeah. Him. I mean he was pretty worried about you. Maybe go to his mansion and ask for a booty call.” Amanda shrugged.

“No way!” Akko shouted. Amanda titled her head.

“Why not? Do you not like him?”

“N-no! It’s not like that!” Akko blocked out her dream from earlier, not wanting to moan at the feelings it caused within her. “I just—he’s all prim and proper! What makes you think he’ll agree to something like this?”

“Only one way to find out!” Amanda grinned, taking off towards the Hanbridge mansion. Akko screamed in horror, racing after her to prevent even further humiliation. This could not be happening to her! She can’t let Amanda get to Andrew and ask him to-to—to give her nookie!

The moon shined above her, illuminating her way to the Hanbridge mansion. She landed on the side of the mansion, taking cover near the bushes. She searched around for Amanda or maybe even Andrew, so she could steal him before Amanda got to him. She crept along the side of the mansion, surveying her surroundings and making sure she wasn’t caught by the staff, knowing that despite saving the world, Paul Hanbridge would not appreciate witches sneaking around his property.

The heat between her legs came back with vengeance, aching in incessant need to be released. She gritted her teeth in annoyance and growled in frustration. Why of all times did this have to happen now?!

She continued to look for Amanda, but she couldn’t find any trace of her. Meanwhile, her sex continued to pulse with want. She leaned up against a wall of the mansion, clenching her legs together to try and relieve the pressure, but nothing seemed to work. She shut her eyes, her dream flashing before her, and she whimpered in need. Dropping her broom onto the ground, she ran her hands over her body tentatively, unsure if she should be doing this. The sensation sent waves of delight through her to her core, and Akko hummed in appreciation. Nevertheless, she realized what she was doing and stopped short, pausing. She looked down at herself, before looking side to side, finding no one.

The ache was becoming too much to bear. She had to do something to help relieve her frustration. She gazed down at her body, where her hands were placed, and shyly put them against her breasts, cupping them experimentally. She stuck her tongue out, licking her lips as she ran her thumbs over where her nipples should be, and a jolt of pleasure ran all the way to her core. Sighing in bliss, she closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall and continued teasing her nipples through the fabric of her uniform.

As she closed her eyes, she pictured her dream where she was up against a tree with Andrew pinning her there with his body, his tongue tracing the skin of her neck before ravishing her mouth fervently. She moaned in happiness at the images in her mind, one of her hands leaving her breasts to slide down to where the heat pooled at her core. Desire overcame shame, as she slipped her hand underneath her dress and teased herself through her underwear. A mew of joy escaped her lips, increasing the pacing of her strokes. She wondered what it was like with another person doing this. Did it feel just as good? Did it feel better? Her fantasies ran wild in her head as she slipped beneath her panties and stroked her moist folds. She gasped, the feeling radiating throughout her body as her entire being thrummed with absolute bliss. She pictured Andrew’s hands slipping lower than her waist, slipping them underneath her uniform and—

“M-Miss Kagari?”

And like that, the illusion was shattered. Akko’s eyes opened in horror as she felt her fantasies crumbling around her, yanking her back to reality, to where she was, what she was doing, and who exactly had caught her in this state.

Andrew’s green eyes were wide as they locked with Akko’s mortified ruby ones. He looked breathless, like she robbed him of all sense of oxygen, as he drunk in the sight of her wantonly pleasuring herself against his mansion. Akko wanted to die right then and there. Of all the things that could’ve happened, this was probably the worst. Here Andrew was, looking at the person who was fantasizing about him pleasuring her, and he seemed to have been in so much shock that he had forgotten all sense of propriety and stared at her with his lips parted.

Tears of frustration from being denied her release and humiliation at being caught gathered in her eyes. Guilt filled her as she realized that she was fantasizing about her friend in a lewd manner right outside his home and she was consumed with a feeling of her being disgusting. He probably won’t want to be her friend anymore after this. It’s best if she leaves right now before the damage gets worse. She removed her hand from her panties, the sound catching Andrew’s attention while he zeroed in on exactly where her fingers were, and she covered her face, not wanting to show him her tears.

“I-I just wanted relief! It won’t go away! I hate this potion so much! I’m sorry! Please forget about this! Please don’t hate me!” she began sobbing, all the turmoil of the day getting to her as she dropped to her knees, wanting to leave, but her body was just too out of whack for her to make a move to run. Andrew didn’t say anything as she cried—he had probably left her out of revulsion too, she thought bitterly—and she felt the sadness overtake her.

However, she was surprised when someone touched her shoulder, and she glanced up to see Andrew looking at her with compassion. She teared up more as he was kneeling on the ground in front of her. Shock filled her as he pulled her to him, holding her close, like he wasn’t repulsed at all with her. Akko gripped him, afraid he’ll come to his senses and push her away. She hiccuped and sniffled, trying to get herself together for the eventual talk they would have, but she couldn’t bring herself to calm down so soon. Andrew just held her there in the bushes where the moonlight shined down on them, giving her all the time she needed.

When she finally fell silent, Andrew stroked her hair before pulling back and gazing into her eyes.

“When I got an owl from Diana that you had run off and there was something wrong with you, I left my duties and went looking for you, but I couldn’t find you. Then Miss O’neill came and told me you ingested a potion that gave you some very adverse effects and you needed my assistance. I ran outside looking for you and then I found you here…” he didn’t finish his explanation, both knowing what he had saw, and for her sake he didn’t voice it. He sighed tiredly, stroking her hair again. “Please tell me what’s wrong, Miss Kagari.”

It was a soft command, letting her know that she could keep silent if she wanted, but he would prefer her to tell him the truth. Akko sniffled, looking down at her lap, not being able to face him as she explained her situation.

“The potion caused my body to be really sensitive to touch and I feel it aching. I don’t know what to do. Sucy says I have to wait it out—we don’t really know anything about it besides that. I just wanted relief. It feels so awful. I just wanted to feel better…” she trailed off, a hiccup bursting through her lips. Andrew’s serious expression didn’t change. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“I see.” His eyes lit up in understanding, connecting the dots. He sighed, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. He stood up, seeming to have decided something and holding out a hand to Akko, giving her a small reassuring smile. “Come with me then.”

“Eh?” Akko blinked. Andrew didn’t lose his patience with her, trying to keep her at ease.

“Let’s go make you feel better. Out here is too noticeable.” He said. Akko blinked again, tilting her head, and then a blush rose on her cheeks. He was going to find a place for her to take care of her business. Relief filled her at his kindness, glad she had such a good friend. She took his hand, being quiet when he signaled no noise, and led her across the courtyard to a side door. They entered soundlessly, avoiding any personnel on their way to wherever they were going. He led her down multiple halls and up stairs before they arrived at a door. He opened the door and Akko was greeted to the sight of a luxurious bedroom with a bathroom attached. They both entered, Akko removing her shoes and plopped on the bed, the smooth fabric against her skin feeling erotic. She shivered, the ache in her core so strong. She clenched her thighs together again and looked up at Andrew who was studying her. Having been caught, the boy coughed and covered his mouth, hiding a blush.

“This is my room. No one will disturb us here and the walls are sound proof, so you can make noise. It’s safe here.” He told her, looking away, afraid if he looked at her anymore he’ll self-combust. Akko smiled.

“Thank you.” She said sincerely. She then grew nervous. “Should I come get you when I’m done?” she asked.

“What?” Andrew raised an eyebrow in confusion. Akko blushed further.

“Well… I can’t just… not while you’re in the room.” She said. Andrew felt realization dawn on him and his face erupted into a blush of his own. He didn’t realize she didn’t catch the meaning of his words. But then again, a fond smile coming on his face, Miss Kagari was always obtuse to certain things.

“Ah, Miss Kagari. I think you misunderstand. I don’t intend to leave you in such a state. I meant it when I said we were both going to make you feel better.” Andrew said, trying to not explode from mortification at what he was offering, but for Akko, he would do it to help her. She was very important to him. It was the least he could do for her. Akko blinked before comprehension smashed into her skull, her entire face rosy red.

“Eh????” she exclaimed. She pointed a finger at him. “N-n-no way! Andrew’s a playboy?!” Andrew’s face glowed and he took on an offended look.

“Of course not!” he denied, crossing his arms. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why do you always have to make things more difficult?”

“Well how can you say that so easily?!” Akko continued to point. “You should only be doing stuff like that with someone special!”

“As far as I am concerned, you are special to me.” Andrew stated seriously. The confession made Akko blink, pointing to herself.

“Me? How am I special?” she asked curious. Andrew shook his head, an amused smirk appearing on his features, chuckling a little. His husky chuckle made the girl’s sex pulse, and Akko fought down a blush on her face. He walked over to her, taking a seat on the bed next to her and laid back, staring at the ceiling.

“I was always conditioned to follow what my father wanted or what my elders expected of me. I never had an independent thought of my own.” He starts, and then he looks at her with a small smile, “And then here comes you, all boisterous and loud and full of such life that I couldn’t do anything except be dragged along for the ride. Seeing you follow your dreams—it changed me. I had thoughts of my own that differed from my father. I had developed new goals to make my life better and more enjoyable instead of pushing my wants aside for the sake of my family’s appearance like I did before.” Akko felt her heart pound intensely as Andrew gazed up at her. “You changed me into a better person. You make me smile just by being you. Suddenly I didn’t just go through the motions of life because I had to—I started making a life of my own because I wanted to.”

Seeing him looking up at her with such a boyish smile and eyes so full of sincerity and devotion made her heart warm with affection. For the first time, her desire didn’t control her actions, and she felt herself lean down and place her lips against his. He made a noise of surprise before moving his lips beneath hers, kissing her back. His hand reached up and caressed her face softly. She pulled away bashfully, feeling the need to flee, but he stroked her cheek tenderly and Akko swallowed, drowning in his gaze.

“Have you ever done this before?” she whispered, not wanting to break the trance they were in. Andrew shook his head.

“No. Have you?” he asked, tracing his thumb upon her lips. Akko shook her head.

“My first kiss was from a kid who gave me mono.” Akko confessed, and Andrew chuckled.

“If you give me mono, I won’t be mad.” He promised. Akko still looked unsure.

“I… are you sure you want to do this with me?” she was starting to second guess herself, turning her face away. Andrew blinked, wondering why she was hesitating. His hand reached up and directed her to look down at him again.

“I believe I made my intentions clear with kissing you back.” Andrew told her. Akko bit her lip, and Andrew felt his own body thrum with want at the sight.

“Aren’t you disgusted with me? You saw me… you know…” Akko answered. Andrew’s mouth dropped open.

“You think I’m repulsed by you because I caught you pleasuring yourself?” he asked baffled. She nodded, continuing to bite her lip and Andrew sat up, kicking his shoes off and climbing all the way on the bed to join her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, staring into her eyes, and Akko saw complete honesty shining in their depths.

“Miss Kagari—Akko.” He corrected, addressing her intimately. “You have absolutely no idea what I think about you, do you?”

“Think of me? I mean, we’re friends and I know you sometimes find me annoying…” Akko said. Andrew shook his head and laughed. Even now, Akko was oblivious.

“When I saw you, I thought my heart was going to explode and I had to control myself from getting on my knees in front of you to pleasure you in any way you wanted.” He confessed, touching their foreheads together. “You affect me in the basest of ways, making me want to worship every part of you and show you how bewitching you really are.”

Akko felt her lips part in disbelief, absorbing what Andrew said. Her cheeks were aflame in shyness and yearning. Andrew took her in, memorizing every detail of her expression before backing away, giving her space. Akko made a noise of protest at the loss of his touch.

“But I won’t do any of that unless you want it. What’s most important to me is your comfort—my feelings be damned. I will only touch you if you ask me.” He declared. Akko took everything he told her in her head, fondness swelling in her heart and body raw with need. His words awakening a fire within her, running through her veins and igniting an inferno in her entire body. She reached out, grasping the lapels of his jacket tightly, gasping.

“I want you to touch me. Please.” She begged. Andrew obliged, allowing her to yank him forward and crash their lips together. He embraced her, holding her close as she climbed onto his lap, hooking her legs around his torso. He groaned as Akko grinded herself on top of his lap, clutching at her possessively. Her tongue traced his lips and he opened his mouth, allowing her to explore the cavern of his mouth. Andrew fell back onto the bed, Akko straddling him, rubbing her sex against his like an animal in heat. Andrew released a growl, his hands gripping Akko’s bare thighs tightly. The sound made Akko wetter, and she moaned when Andrew’s hands drifted up under her skirt to stroke the skin there. She pulled back from his mouth, busying herself with his neck, unbuttoning his shirt at the top hurriedly in order to nibble, lick, and suck more exposed skin. Andrew hissed, bucking his hips upward to meet Akko’s. Akko gasped at the satisfying sensation.

“I thought we were supposed to be pleasuring you.” Andrew panted while Akko sucked on a particular spot on his neck. He was fully hard under Akko but didn’t want to make it about himself when she was the one in distress. Akko shook her head.

“But I should make it good for you.” She protested. Andrew smirked, and grasped her hips, effectively flipping them over, him looming over her. Akko squeaked at the devilish look in his eyes.

“I’m not the one suffering from an aphrodisiac potion.” He pointed out. Akko reached up and helped him remove his jacket and Andrew flung it somewhere, not caring where it ended up. Akko huffed.

“Well excuse me for trying to be considerate.” Akko said. Andrew chuckled. He fingered Akko’s belt and undid it while Akko pulled her dress over her head, throwing it away. She was now only clothed in a button-down shirt and her panties. Andrew felt himself be filled with arousal.

“I believe you were the one asking for me to touch you.” He pointed out, kissing her briefly before unbuttoning her shirt. Akko shivered as her shirt was removed and she felt the cold air touching her skin. Andrew’s hands touched her body, tracing every curve she had, and Akko shivered for entirely different reasons. Andrew smirked at the effect he had on her.

She whined in impatience and tugged him down again, their lips joining together multiple times as Akko unclipped her bra and Andrew slipped it off, chucking it away. They separated, Akko blushing at being exposed. She moved to cover her chest, but Andrew grasped her hands tenderly, bringing them to his lips and kissing them lovingly while gazing warmly into her eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured. Her heart pounded while she smiled shyly. She pulled his hands forward and placed them on her chest. His thumbs brushed up against her nipples. Akko moaned happily, causing Andrew to increase his efforts and placed his lips upon one of her perky nipples, running his tongue over the pink pebble. Akko ran her hands through his hair as she writhed beneath him, mewing in delight. Andrew continued to kiss down her body, leaving her chest, journeying down her stomach to where the waistband of her panties were. Andrew paused, locking gazes with Akko’s eyes half-lidded in lust.

“If I may?” he asked her for permission. Akko nodded, biting her lip. He gave her a smile and slowly removed her last piece of clothing. Akko sighed in relief, the barrier away from her core gone. Andrew’s eyes caressed her naked form, drinking in her appearance. To him, she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. “You’re so stunning.”

Akko gave him a loving smile, touching his cheek, and he grinned, kissing the palm of her hand. He placed himself in between her legs, drawing patterns on her bare skin, and kissing the inside of her thigh softly. Akko trembled in anticipation, feeling his breath near her sex. Andrew took his time, showering her thighs with gentle kisses. Akko let out a noise of impatience and she felt Andrew grin against her skin.

“Impatient, are we?” he teased. Akko snorted.

“Are you really going to make me beg?” Akko whined.

“Perhaps.” Andrew continued to grin. Akko huffed. She moved her hand to touch herself before Andrew grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers, eyes shining up at hers in endearment and his lips quirked up. “I apologize. I may not show it, but I’m a little nervous. I want to make this good for you.”

“Well, we can sto—ah!” she was interrupted as Andrew’s tongue flickered out and teased her moist folds. Her hips bucked towards him while Andrew continued to pleasure her with his mouth. He lapped up her juices, his licking becoming so intense that Akko moaned loudly, grasping him by his hair. Shocks of pleasure resonated throughout her body, causing her to writhe, the sensations building up within her like a tightly wound coil. Akko felt as if she was going to overflow or burst. Andrew increased his pace, twisting his tongue in just the right spot and Akko cried in ecstasy, experiencing the feelings within her erupting like a geyser as the pleasure overflowed, running through her entire body. Andrew didn’t let up as Akko rode out her orgasm, feeling another one following soon after the first.

Akko’s entire body thrummed with bliss as she came down from her orgasmic high. She sighed, relief flowing through her. The pressure between her legs finally let up and she was able to lay there, basking from Andrew’s ministrations. Andrew pulled back, examining her.

“Are you all right?” he inquired, moving to touch her cheek. Akko nodded, grinning stupidly.

“Much better.” She replied. He laughed, relief showing on his features as he stroked her face with his thumb. A wicked gleam entered Akko’s eyes then. She sat up, pushing Andrew down on the bed, climbing on top of him to straddle his waist. She grinded against him, causing Andrew to emit a groan. “But I think I have one more in me.” She winked.

Andrew chuckled and shook his head, clutching her hips as they rubbed against each other. The sight of Akko completely naked on top of him was so sexy that he knew he was close. They continued to move their hips together, their pace becoming more erratic the further the desire built up between them. Finally, they both came at the peak of their frenzy.

“Ah! Andrew!” Akko whimpered.

“A-Akko!” Andrew called out breathlessly.

They both panted, their hearts beating wildly against their rib cages. Akko fell beside Andrew, sighing in joy at the pressure being completely gone. Sucy’s potion was gone. She laughed in relief. Andrew glanced at her.

“Are you all right?” he asked. Akko continued to giggle, turning her head to face his, her eyes sparkling, and Andrew sucked in a breath, his heartbeat quickening.

“Never better. It’s gone! The pressure is all gone! You made it go away!” Akko cheered, waving her arms in victory. Andrew maneuvered so he wouldn’t be hit by her arms. He gave her a smirk.

“I’m glad I could be of service.”

Akko nodded, grinning, before it hit her she was completely naked while he was still clothed and immediately dove under the blankets to cover herself. Andrew blinked.

“A-anyway! Could I have some clothes? It looks like I’m going to be staying here for the night.” Akko said, flustered. Andrew smiled, finding her shyness cute, and retrieved some night clothes for her and gathered some for himself. He placed the pajamas by her before going to the bathroom to change in order to give her privacy. Akko immediately put the clothes on, exhaling in fatigue. She made herself comfortable under the covers when Andrew exited that bathroom, wearing a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt. He gave her a smile, the sight of her small form cuddled up in his huge bed very charming.

“I’ll set the alarm, so you can make your escape before the staff wakes up.” He told her. Akko nodded, grateful for the plan of leaving, making a note to grab her broom where she left it at the side of the mansion. “Do you want me to sleep on top of the covers?” Andrew asked. Akko shook her head.

“It’s fine.” Akko smiled at him. “I don’t want you to be cold.”

Andrew lifted the covers, entering the bed, turning to give Akko space, despite wanting to be close to her. He switched off the lights and settled for sleep. Nevertheless, his heart skipped a beat when he felt Akko cozying up to his back, encircling her arms around his waist.

“Andrew?” she voiced out.

“Hm? What is it?” he asked.

“You’re special to me too.” Akko smiled, clutching him tighter. Andrew smiled too.

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Strategies of docker images optimization

Background

Docker, an enterprise container platform is developers’ favourite due to its flexibility and ease-of-use. It makes it generally easy to create, deploy, and run applications inside of containers. With containers, you can gather applications and their core necessities and dependencies into a single package and turn it into a Docker image and replicate. Docker images are built from Dockerfiles, where you define what the image should look like, as well as the operating system and commands.

However, large Docker images lengthen the time it takes to build and share images between clusters and cloud providers. When creating applications, it’s therefore worth optimizing Docker Images and Dockerfiles to help teams share smaller images, improve performance, and debug problems. A lot of verified images available on Docker Hub are already optimized, so it is always a good idea to use ready-made images wherever possible. If you still need to create an image of your own, you should consider several ways of optimization it for production.

Task description

As a part of a larger project, we were asked to propose ways to optimize Docker images for improving performance. There are several strategies to decrease the size of Docker images to optimize for production. In this research project we tried to explore different possibilities that would yield the best boost of performance with less effort.

Our approach

By optimization of Docker images, we mean two general strategies:

reducing the time of image building to speed up the CI/CD flow;

reducing the image size to speed up the image pull operations and cut costs of storing build artifacts.

Therefore, we proceeded along these two directions, trying to improve the overall performance. But first we need some tools to measure how effective is our process and to find bottlenecks.

Inspection techniques

Docker image size inspection

You can review your Docker image creation history layer by layer and see the size of each layer. This will allow you to focus on the most significant parts to achieve the biggest reduction in size.

Command:

$ docker image history img_name

Example output:

IMAGE CREATED CREATED BY SIZE

b91d4548528d 34 seconds ago /bin/sh -c apt-get install -y python3 python… 140MB

f5b439869a1b 2 minutes ago /bin/sh -c apt-get install -y wget 7.42MB

9667e45447f6 About an hour ago /bin/sh -c apt-get update 27.1MB

a2a15febcdf3 3 weeks ago /bin/sh -c #(nop) CMD [“/bin/bash”] 0B

<missing> 3 weeks ago /bin/sh -c mkdir -p /run/systemd && echo ‘do… 7B

<missing> 3 weeks ago /bin/sh -c set -xe && echo ‘#!/bin/sh’ > /… 745B

<missing> 3 weeks ago /bin/sh -c [ -z “$(apt-get indextargets)” ] 987kB

<missing> 3 weeks ago /bin/sh -c #(nop) ADD file:c477cb0e95c56b51e… 63.2MB

Docker build time inspection

When it comes to measuring timings of Dockerfile steps, the most expensive steps are COPY/ADD and RUN. Duration of COPY and ADD commands cannot be reviewed(unless you are going to manually start and stop timers), but it corresponds to the layer size, so just check the layers size using docker history and try to optimize it.

As for RUN, it is possible to slightly modify a command inside to include a call to `time` command, that would output how long did it take

RUN time apt-get update

But it requires many changes into Dockerfile and looks poorly, especially for commands combined with &&

Fortunately, there’s a way to do that with a simple external tool called gnomon.

Install NodeJS with NPM and do the following

sudo npm i -g gnomon

docker build | gnomon

And the output will show you how long did either step take:

…

0.0001s Step 34/52 : FROM node:10.16.3-jessie as node_build

0.0000s — -> 6d56aa91a3db

0.1997s Step 35/52 : WORKDIR /tmp/

0.1999s — -> Running in 4ed6107e5f41

…

Clean build vs Repetitive builds

One of the most interesting pieces of information you can gather is how your build process perform when you run it for the first time and when you run it several times in a row with minimal changes to source code or with no changes at all.

In an ideal world consequent builds should be blazingly fast and use as many cached layers as possible. In case when no changes were introduced it’s better to avoid running docker build. This can be achieved by external build tools with support for up-to-date checks, like Gradle. And in case of small minor changes it would be great to have additional volumes be proportionally small.

It’s not always possible or it might require too much efforts, so you should decide how important is it for you, which changes do you expect to happen often and what’s going to stay unchanged, what is the overhead for each build and whether this overhead is acceptable.

And now let’s think of the ways to reduce build time and storage overheads.

Reducing the image size

Base image with a smaller footprint

It is always wise to choose a lightweight alternative for an image. In many cases, they can be found on existing platforms: the Canonical, for example, announced the launch of the Minimal Ubuntu, the smallest Ubuntu base image. It is over 50% smaller than a standard Ubuntu server image, and boots up to 40% faster. The new Ubuntu 18.04 LTS image from DockerHub is now the new Minimal Ubuntu 18.04 image.

FROM ubuntu:14.04 # 188 MB

FROM ubuntu:18.04 # 64.2MB

There are even more lightweight alternatives for Ubuntu, for example the Alpine Linux:

FROM alpine:3 # 5.58MB

However, you need to check if you depend on Ubuntu-specific packages or libc implementation (Alpine Linux uses musl instead of glibc). See the comparison table.

Cleanup commands

Another useful strategy to reduce the size of the image is to add cleanup commands to apt-get install commands. For example, the commands below clean temporary apt files left after the package installation:

RUN apt-get install -y && \

unzip \

wget && \

rm -rf /var/lib/apt/lists/* && \

apt-get purge — auto-remove && \

apt-get clean

If your toolkit does not provide tools for cleaning up, you can use the rm command to manually remove obsolete files.

RUN wget www.some.file.xz && unzip www.some.file.xz && rm www.some.file.xz

Cleanup commands need to appear in the RUN instruction that creates temporary files/garbage. Each RUN command creates a new layer in the filesystem, so subsequent cleanups do not affect previous layers.

Static builds of libraries

It is well-known that static builds usually reduce time and space, so it is useful to look for a static build for C libraries you rely on.

Static build:

RUN wget -q

https://johnvansickle.com/ffmpeg/builds/ffmpeg-git-amd64-static.tar.xz

&& \

tar xf ffmpeg-git-amd64-static.tar.xz && \

mv ./ffmpeg-git-20190902-amd64-static/ffmpeg /usr/bin/ffmpeg && \

rm -rfd ./ffmpeg-git-20190902-amd64-static && \

rm -f ./ffmpeg-git-amd64-static.tar.xz # 74.9MB

Only necessary dependencies

The system usually comes up with recommended settings and dependencies that can be tempting to accept. However, many dependencies are redundant, making the image unnecessarily heavy. It is a good practice to use the — no-install-recommends flag for the apt-get install command to avoid installing “recommended” but unnecessary dependencies. If you do need some of the recommended dependencies, it’s always possible to install them by hand.

RUN apt-get install -y python3-dev # 144MB

RUN apt-get install — no-install-recommends -y python3-dev # 138MB

No pip caching

As a rule, a cache directory speeds up installing by caching some commonly used files. However, with Docker images, we usually install all requirements once, which makes the cache directory redundant. To avoid creating the cache directory, you can use the — no-cache-dir flag for the pip install command, reducing the size of the resulting image.

RUN pip3 install flask # 4.55MB

RUN pip3 install — no-cache-dir flask # 3.84MB

Multi-stage builds

A multi-stage build is a new feature requiring Docker 17.05 or higher. With multi-stage builds, you can use multiple FROM statements in your Dockerfile. Each FROM instruction can use a different base, and each begins a new stage of the build. You can selectively copy artifacts from one stage to another, leaving behind everything you don’t want in the final image.

FROM ubuntu:18.04 AS builder RUN apt-get update RUN apt-get install -y wget unzip RUN wget -q https://johnvansickle.com/ffmpeg/builds/ffmpeg-git-amd64-static.tar.xz && \ tar xf ffmpeg-git-amd64-static.tar.xz && \ mv ./ffmpeg-git-20190902-amd64-static/ffmpeg /usr/bin/ffmpeg && \ rm -rfd ./ffmpeg-git-20190902-amd64-static && \ rm -f ./ffmpeg-git-amd64-static.tar.xz

FROM ubuntu:18.04 COPY — from=builder /usr/bin/ffmpeg /usr/bin/ffmpeg # The builder image itself will not affect the final image size # the final image size will be increased only to /usr/bin/ffmpeg file’s size

Intermediate images cleanup

Although builder stage image size will not affect the final image size, it still will consume disk space of your build agent machine. The most straightforward way is to call

docker image prune

But this will also remove all other dangling images, which might be needed for some purposes. So here’s a more safe approach to remove intermediate images: add a label to all the intermediate images and then prune only images with that label.

FROM ubuntu:18.04 AS builder LABEL my_project_builder=truedocker image prune — filter label=my_project_builder=true

Use incremental layers

Multi-stage builds are powerful instrument, but the final stage always implies COPY commands from intermediate stages to the final image and those file sets can be quite big. In case you have a huge project, you might want to avoid creating a full-sized layer, and instead take the previous image and append only few files that have changed.

Unfortunately, COPY command always creates a layer of the same size as the copied fileset, no matter if all files match. Thus, the way to implement incremental layers would be to introduce one more intermediate stage based on a previous image. To make a diff layer, rsync can be used.

FROM my_project:latest AS diff_stage LABEL my_project_builder=true RUN cp /opt/my_project /opt/my_project_base

COPY — from=builder /opt/my_project /opt/my_project RUN patch.sh /opt/my_project /opt/my_project_base /opt/my_project_diff

FROM my_project:latest LABEL my_project_builder=true RUN cp /opt/my_project /opt/my_project_base

COPY — from=builder /opt/my_project /opt/my_project RUN patch.sh /opt/my_project /opt/my_project_base /opt/my_project_diff

Where patch.sh is the following

#!/bin/bash

rm -rf $3

mkdir -p $3

pushd $1

IFS=’

‘

for file in `rsync -rn — out-format=”%f” ./ $2`; do

[ -d “$file” ] || cp — parents -t $3 “$file”

done

popd

For the first time you will have to initialize my_project:latest image, by tagging base image with the corresponding target tag

docker tag ubuntu:18.04 my_project:latest

And do this every time you want to reset layers and start incrementing from scratch.This is important if you are not going to store old builds forever, cause hundreds of patches might ones consume more than ten full images.

Also, in the code above we implied rsync is included into the builder’s base image to avoid spending extra time for installing it on every build. The next section is going to present several more ways to save the build time.

Reducing the build time

Common base image

The most obvious solution to reduce build time is to extract common packets and commands from several projects into a common base image. For example, we can use the same image for all projects based on the Ubuntu/Python3 and dependent on unzip and wget packages.

A common base image:

FROM ubuntu:18.04 RUN apt-get update && \ apt-get install python3-pip python3-dev python3-setuptools unzip wget

A specific image:

FROM your-docker-base RUN wget www.some.file CMD [“python3”, “your_app.py”]

.dockerignore

To prevent copying unnecessary files from the host, you can use a .dockerignore file that contains all temporary created local files/directories like .git, .idea, local virtualenvs, etc..

Smarter layer caching

Docker uses caching for filesystem layers, where in most cases each line in the Dockerfile produces a new layer. As there are layers that are more likely to be changed than others, it is useful to reorder all commands according to the probability of changes in the ascending order. This technique saves you time by rebuilding only the layers that have been changed, so that you can copy source files when you need them.

Unordered command sequence:

FROM ubuntu:18.04 RUN apt-get update COPY your_source_files /opt/project/your_source_files RUN apt-get install -y — no-install-recommends python3

Ordered command sequence:

FROM ubuntu:18.04 RUN apt-get update RUN apt-get install -y — no-install-recommends python3 COPY your_source_files /opt/project/your_source_files

Dependencies Caching

Sometimes, one of the most time consuming steps for the big projects is dependencies downloading. It is inevitable to perform at least once, but consequent builds should use cache. Surely, layer caching could help in this case — just separate dependencies downloading step and actual build:

COPY project/package.json ./package.json

RUN npm i COPY project/ ./

RUN npm run build

However, the resolution will anyway happen once you increment any minor version. So if slow resolution is a problem to you, here’s one more approach.

Most dependencies resolution systems like NPM, PIP and Maven support local cache to speedup consequent resolution. In the previous section we wrote how to avoid leaking of pip cache to the final image. But together with incremental layers approach it is possible to save it inside an intermediate image. Setup an image with rsync, add label like `stage=deps` and prevent that intermediate image from being removed by cleanup

docker images — filter label=my_project_builder=true — filter label=stage=deps — filter dangling=true — format {{.ID}} | xargs -i docker tag {} my_project/deps

Then let builder stage depend on my_project/deps image, perform build and copy compiled files to the final image.

Value added

Such intelligent implementation of optimization strategies allowed us to reduce the Docker image size by over 50% giving significant increase in speed of image building and sharing.

Feel free to share your best practices of writing better Dockerfiles in comments below.

#docker #DevOps #programming #continuous integration #continuous delivery

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missguomeiyun · 4 years ago

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barley O: rice X

Hello hello!

Did you know. .. while in North America, a “check mark” means ‘yes’ or ‘correct’, in Asian countries, a circle represents that instead? Whereas “X” means ‘no’, so it’s the same. I always found it so weird bcos when something is circled here, it’s like. .. a problem haha

Anyway, y’all know I’m not big on rice- I eat it out of habit. Although I’m grateful for every grain of rice I get to eat, I don’t particularly thoroughly enjoy it, you know what I mean? I’m a noodle person! In this post, I’m sharing 2 dishes that I made using barley as a substitute for rice.

This bag of barley has been sitting around FOREVERRRRRRR. Don’t even ask me when it’s from. I just know it was from a Well.ca order. Possibly 2018/2019 o_O

*blurb about barley - skip if not interesting*

Barley is also a kind of rice grain but compared to the others, it has higher calcium & fibre, & lower in calories. Oh, & lower sugar content too! There are many sources out there that compare the nutritional value of diff kinds of grains. For myself, I think the texture of barley makes it ‘different’ haha I almost don’t associate it with rice grains but rather corn. Am I weird? It has that subtle crunch & chewiness to it, & the grains are quite large compared to the others as well *shrugs*

Furthermore, there are diff types of barley. Not so much the species, but the manufacturing process results in diff kinds of barley that’s available in the market. Pearled barley is one of them. Apparently this one is lower on the scale in terms of nutrients bcos it has been “overly” processed. So like the outer coats is removed, therefore, not only are they more uniform & shiny, it’s almost “smaller” bcos of the lost coat. The good thing is, cooking time is reduced for the same reason. AND it has less flavour than the other kinds of barley, thereby making it more versatile in a way. If you want the uhh.. milder version pearled barley, go for pot barley - this one had less processing & slightly more flavour & nutrients.

Okayyyyy, the dishes I made~

Thai curry soup: chicken breast, mixed veggies (celery, corn, cherry tomatoes), & dumplings. The soup was actually a Campbell’s Thai soup, which already had small amount of rice in it. But I added a lot of more ingredients to it & made it into a legit meal. The barley was a nice addition to the soup, in my opinion. Really liked the extra texture.

Kimchi fried barley (with some salmon & an egg). This was so weird lol but you know what, it wasn’t bad! I definitely felt more full with barley :P this kimchi fried barley, though. .. you know how barley has that subtle ‘flavour’? This retained some of that, whereas the Thai soup didn’t bcos the Thai flavour from the soup was much stronger.

I saw online that there’s barley salad. I may try that but don’t get your hopes up bcos I don’t think I would like that lol quinoa, I can understand. . but full on barley =S I don’t know if I can do it! Have you tried before???

#food #homecooking #homemade #healthy #barley #barley grain

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aurelliocheek · 5 years ago

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How Making Consumer Insights a Cornerstone of your Strategy Makes You a Better Marketer

Scott Kepnach has been working in mobile growth since 2006, starting at Universal Music Group then moving on to top gaming companies Glu and Zynga. Scott’s experience includes managing teams of up to 20+, and working at early-stage start-ups including SwiftKey (acquired by Microsoft) and Drivemode (acquired by Honda). After 14 years working in mobile growth, Scott is currently leading marketing and partnerships at Latin America’s largest on-demand delivery platform, Rappi.

Learn more from his Mobile Hero profile.

In a world where we are increasingly more aware of the bubble in which we live, sometimes, at an alarming rate due to current events, the ability to empathize and better understand your customers can dramatically impact the success of your business, products, and specifically, your marketing strategy. It is your responsibility as a marketer to institutionalize the understanding of consumer insights into your organization’s primary focus.

It’s no secret that performance marketers live and die by the sword of data to justify their marketing decisions. What I am presenting here is not an argument against the data-driven approach but rather quite the opposite. Data has been the fail-safe measurement of all decision-making and rightfully so. However, time after time, we as marketers wholly rely on data to understand user behavior when user behavior includes a bit more nuance and inferred decisions about the useful products in people’s lives.

Humans certainly have quantifiable behavioral patterns and that is immensely helpful when marketing to them. However, as we all know, there are many layers to the onion when it comes to human beings, which makes us complicated and certainly unable to be defined by data alone. What I’ve learned from spending over a decade in performance-based marketing is that this is an outrageously skewed approach to user acquisition when the method is solely data-driven.

Marketing at its essence is psychological and driven by an emotional reaction to a product. Facebook has perfected harnessing this emotional reaction by learning about the things that create an emotional attachment and algorithmically shows us content to tap into our base-level emotional triggers to buy products. In the background, this is dictated by CAC targets and LTV arbitrage that our data tells us will make our business profitable. Programmatic advertising just makes it all easier for us, doesn’t it?

No. Truly understanding your customers is what separates the best marketers from the SQL machine/mega-human-performance marketers (you know who you are!).

A Giant Hole

What I haven’t witnessed with too much frequency in this industry is the profound lack of fundamental and ubiquitous dedication to truly knowing the people to which we are marketing. I have been in senior leadership at public companies and there have been roles dedicated to better understanding human motivation in new product and development demand planning. How big are those teams dedicated to this vastly important endeavor you ask? Two people, sometimes one and a half headcount. These are the people who regularly sit with users through a variety of methods: focus groups, surveys, max/diff analysis, and power programs and empowers some users to become brand ambassadors.

At start-ups, these functions don’t exist outside of “customer support”, a reactive business unit where the sole function is to serve the users (people!) who have problems or issues with the product.

What’s missing from most startups is a proactive method that emphasizes empathy and understanding of why people use your product. This requires a fundamental shift in how we as marketers approach our craft. Many of us use our products to understand the experience of it from our perspective, but certainly, that can be problematic when we’re all drinking from the same kombucha tap in San Francisco, Berlin, or New York City.

As marketers, to truly know to whom we are marketing to, it should be part of our process, and it doesn’t come from a CAC or LTV over ROAS yield report. Seek the intellectual curiosity to truly know the motivation and why people respond to it. We as marketers should be representative of that emotional response and translate it to the broader organization. Sing the good gospel of consumer motivation and why they enjoy what we build will only help your user acquisition and marketing campaigns.

4 Tips for Prioritizing Consumer Insights

Talk to the people that use your product through one-on-one conversations, focus groups, surveys, and other methods. When I worked for an early-stage company that built a driving utility app, I would message users directly and ask to speak with them about their experience with the app. What I discovered was a consistent affinity with brands and products that were commonly popular in middle and rural America as well as the tendency to be driving older model vehicles. We had previously produced a beautiful 30-second TV-esque video spot that we advertised on the standard mobile video acquisition channels, but it quickly saturated and had under-performing CTR’s and CVR’s. I then posited that these types of users in rural areas might respond better to low-quality, UGC-style video ads as opposed to an Apple commercial, so I decided to shoot my own videos on my iPhone, in my car, and in different distracted driving scenarios while driving around Palo Alto, CA and then edited them myself into 5, 10, and 30-second spots. These new ads created a 5x improvement in acquisition costs and became our evergreen creative that hardly ever saturated, even when running them against different audiences tied to different affinities. These ads better resonated with our users because they came off as more authentic and resulted in a stunning turnaround and efficacy in our acquisition campaigns over time.

Go into the field to recruit brand ambassadors and give them a feedback loop into the marketing and product teams. For an on-demand food delivery company I worked for in South America, I noticed through friends, colleagues, and users in different countries that even Spanish was hyper-localized to certain dialects and slang. So, we implemented a system for deploying and QA’ing creative in certain countries utilizing natives to that country. For example, one tag-line that was ubiquitous in our messaging all over LATAM was tweaked slightly for each country so that it spoke not only to the way people in Mexico interpreted it, but also to how Colombians generally would interpret it differently, and then also how the melting-pot Spanish that Argentines speak would. This led to a greater emphasis across all teams to hyper-localize messaging in Spanish on a country-by-country level and increased our CVR across a number of different acquisition channels. To underscore this point, I came across a quote that sums up this approach fairly well: many of our readers who live in the tech hub of the world may be familiar with the Golden State Warriors’ own, and one of the only Mexican- American basketball players in the NBA, Juan Toscano, who once said, “All my life I’ve understood Spanish, but I didn’t start speaking it until I moved to Mexico.” The nuance, in this case, was in the micro-differences in language, and thus proved to be a key differentiator between a click, and a scroll.

As a marketer, help lead and apply consumer insights throughout your organization. Foster a culture and workflow that allows marketers to communicate these insights to the product, creative, analytics, engineering teams, and other business units to help them understand the profile of the users who they are building products for, and that this information is not just for the marketers who message to them. A personally surprising experience for me came when working for a top gaming company with 1,500 employees, with a dedicated consumer insights team whose primary role was to manage the various activities mentioned above. But for a 1,500-person company with 10+ games in the market at any given time, do you know how many people led consumer insights to more fully understand our millions of users and help translate that to the entire company? At most two people, and often for a period of time, it was 1-1.5 of a headcount. If that company can’t dedicate enough resources to focus on the pivotal exercise of operationalizing consumer insights to the entire company, it then falls on us as marketers to help augment their efforts by regularly educating our partner business units to better understand user behavior beyond data. We can do this through creating a reporting process that is widely distributed, to participating in “Lunch and Learns” with your fellow colleagues in different departments, to a number of other methods to make the consumer’s perspective more top of mind to the rest of the company.

Do your part to shift a common culture “groupthink” problem that founders and product decision-makers develop, where in many instances the leaders have a great idea for a product that gains traction, but sometimes for a whole host of reasons rather than what the originator intended. Due to this, there’s a risk of developing a culture of groupthink, where a great product is built on the assumption that it is needed, gains traction, and then there are endemic proactive processes of going out to understand why that product was successful in the first place, or what those users and others might want from it in the future. To combat this means to encourage all members of your organization and teams to be intellectually curious because as we’ve seen in recent history, Silicon Valley and other tech hubs can exist in a bubble that can be disconnected from the people who actually use their products.

Finally, the intellectual curiosity that we tried to foster when I worked at a keyboard app developer who made an app to make typing more efficient through data and machine-learning technology. The CMO and I worked closely on our marketing and demand planning strategy, and when we decided to build a Japanese version of the keyboard due to the opportunity in the Japanese market, we spent a significant amount of time in Japan with partners, investors, business leaders, and our consumers to help us understand the nuances of localizing in their language. What we learned from our experiences in the country was that there are multiple styles that Japanese people used to type and expressing themselves. We spent a lot of time listening and observing in order to demand plan and prioritize which keyboard style to work on first and dedicate resources to The Hiragana vs Katakana vs Kanji methods of keyboard input in Japanese.

By spending time with people on the ground in Japan who use our keyboard for different reasons, and by spending time riding the JR Line for hours on end, we would observe what people on the train were using to type, partially to help us determine which strategy to prioritize, and one of the many experiences that have pushed me to focus on implementing consumer insights as a precursor to the development of my marketing strategy for years to come.

Full disclosure: to the people who rode the JR line in Tokyo with us in those months, I don’t speak Japanese so I had no idea what you were typing while I was quietly observing you, but I did learn a great deal about the preferred style of keyboard you were using and brought those learnings back to my product team in London to advise them on how to prioritize our product development pipeline based on the insights I gained while looking over your shoulder. Arigato. Dōmo Arigatōgozaimasu!

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