#and also swallowed Yugo whole but you know

[shidoukanae]

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Also, some favorite snippets from A Puzzle Piece because a Yuri who is forced to care about others and accidentally teams up with Yugo in the process of saving Serena is fun AF to write

[nautiscarader]

Yumalia - 10

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The smell was sweet and intoxicating, combined with “heat” prompt

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Sitting at one end of the elongated table, Yugo felt overwhelmed, but not due to many meals prepared by his father. None of the smells coming from the exquisite breakfast could stifle the one scent he’s had on his mind ever sine the start of this morning. She caught just a delicate whiff of it when he passed Amalia on the stairs, and as their eyes met, and she saw his surprised stare, she knew nothing would be able to get it out of his mind soon.

The two lovers exchanged quick looks from across the table, hoping other members of their party haven’t noticed their slightly odd behaviour, though compared to his nervousness, Amalia acted quite nonchalantly, only occasionally sending Yugo sly smiles.

He tried thinking of something else, but as he was munching on one of his crepes, the delicious, golden syrup began pouring from the insides of the rolled pancake, and its thin, folded layers quickly brought Yugo back onto his track. He swallowed loudly, looked back and Amalia, and saw a frisky smile on her face, just as she pressed her fork against her dish, flooding her plate with the same, sweet fluids in even more copious amount.

Never before Yugo wanted for breakfast to end sooner.

The not-so-young Eliatrope had to suffer ten more minutes, until the meal was over, and the whole extended brotherhood of Tofu was ready to go back on their journeys after their short pit-stop in Emelka. Yugo, used to his job as a cook and a waiter, began taking dirty plates, but he was surprised to see Amalia doing the same; however, her silent, knowing look told him it was a deliberate choice on the princess’ part. They tried their might to act inconspicuously, and only when they were alone, they embraced each other in a long, ravenous kiss.

Yugo didn’t have to jump as high to perform it, as he used to hen he was younger; he was still shorter than her, but the years have granted him just a few inches that made him look quite handsome. Her mouth, however, wasn’t his aim; his arms closed around her waist, and he quickly ventured down, just where his nose was leading him to.

- Ami… - he whimpered, when he smelled her again, this time also feeling her perfumes, mixing with the still present, buttery aroma from the breakfast. - We can’t… Yugo… - Amalia chirped, and contradicting herself, she pushed his head further down. - Just be… quick… - Ami, can-can I…? - No. - Amalia cut him off quickly, seeing the disappointment in his puppy eyes - Not today, I’m afraid.

She smiled.

- Don’t worry, I’ll make up to you for it.

Amalia let out a tiny yelp when she felt his strong hands pushed her up and laid her on the table that just a moment ago was filled with plates and dishes. Yugo spread her legs, and unabashedly dived with his tongue between her folds, soaking with the succulent, sweet juice that has overtaken his mind. Ever since he first made love to her, Yugo was surprised to find that her sex was overflowing with honey-sweet nectar, that, despite its viscosity, only helped his sexual endeavours.

And of course, it guaranteed that Yugo would be a frequent visitor between her legs.

Feeling the pressure of time, Yugo worked fast, licking, sucking, and nibbling on her folds and lips, gathering as much of the tasty juice as she could. He still wished he could make love to her, but even with her warning, the copious amount of her fluids would have told him it would be a bad time for Yugo to get trapped in the honey-pot of her sex, as it was more than prepared for that. Her pussy lured him with an enticing, strong, carnal fragrance, that made Yugo dizzy, and nearly made him break his spirit. As a a result, he realised there was only one way to combat the liquid heat, and it was to drink all of it.  

But Amalia wasn’t lying either when she told Yugo won’t be dissatisfied, and he knew exactly what to do; while one of his hands kept a strong grip on her thigh, the other made a quick, circular motion in the air, before turning back to keeping her legs spread. Amalia was about to cry, and just in time, Yugo’s cock appeared in front oh her, out of the blue portal, so she could close her lips around his hard pecker. Her moan vibrated through his organ, making Yugo jump in place, but that didn’t stop the Eliatrope from continuing his meal. He used his fingers to penetrate his girlfriend, watching as she writhed and quaked on the table, and could only imagine how loud could she be, if her mouth was free.

Pleasure raging through her didn’t mean Amalia would forget about her promise. She bobbed her head back and forth, fondling Yugo’s length and his balls dangling in front of her. Yugo’s unusual height meant they couldn’t perform 69 very well, but with a bit of his magic, even that position became doable. But it wasn’t just Yugo’s skills that made Amalia cry and moan; as she took more of him into her mouth, her tastebuds exploded with familiar, masculine, aggressive smell and taste, combined with a sweet and fruity tang she was looking for the most. After living with her in the Sadida Kingdom, the vegetarian diet has changed the taste of his cum, much to Amalia’s delight. She now understood how she must taste to him, and secretly, she was craving him as much as she wanted her.

Amalia tried keeping vaguely sitting position, but under Yugo’s caresses, she lost balance, spreading her body on the table, as if she herself was Yugo’s sumptuous dish. Yugo continued eating her out, while his cock moved up and down, pushing deeper into her mouth, as if he was hovering above her head, face-fucking her. Smell, taste and pleasure made Amalia light-headed, and thanking Sadida she was already lying, she gave in, crying Yugo’s name through muffled moans. Her explosive orgasm covered his face in the sap-like substance Yugo gladly licked off, his fingers in her pussy getting coated with each second, as her hips quaked and shook. Yugo leaned in and let some of the ticker juice pour out straight onto his tongue, before he flicked it against her slit and her clit, leaving her as a twitching, sticky mess.

Only when she has finished, Yugo looked up from between her legs, saw the widened eyes of her lover, and understood her intentions at once. He withdrew his cock from the portal, jumped up on the table, and a second later, he really was straddling her, fulfilling her wish of nothing getting in between the two, even his magic. Drooling, Amalia greedily got hold of his twitching cock, closed her lips around him, and flicked her tongue around his head, while her eyes met his, gracing him with her carnal, hungry stare. And it was that element that pushed Yugo over the edge; he needed just a few more pushes, before he gripped the edge of the table and bucked his hips, feeding first of many streams of his cum into Amalia’s mouth. Her eyes bulged, as the explosion of dominant, sweet and salty taste filled her mouth, while the thickness of his seed guaranteed that it will linger in her for hours, as Yugo continued to paint her palate white. One by one, Amalia gulped down Yugo’s orgasm, filling her belly with a carnal and erotic drink. She savoured each and every drop of the potent, life-giving batter, watching as Yugo’s face was torn with grimace after grimace, until only a giddy, blissful smile was left, just when he finished emptying his balls into her mouth.

- We gotta clean ourselves up. - she spoke, with a slightly croaked voice, when she let go off him. - Y-yeah… - Yugo said and collapsed onto the table, breathing rapidly.

For a quick moment, the two lovers looked at each other’s tired, but content faces, before Yugo leapt into her arms again, allowing themselves to indulge in a few more glorious seconds of intimacy.

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- Ogrest’s chaos, where were you two?

Eva fumed at Amalia and Yugo, who rushed out of the house solid ten minutes later after the others left.

- I was helping Yugo! - Amalia scoffed - So many dishes to clean… - You two could’ve helped us pack all their stuff at the dragoturkeys - Eva countered, raising her brow. - Well looks like you guys did the job on your own.

The princess shrugged, watching as Tristepin and his teenage kids put last bag on the animals and into the carriage.

- And besides, Yugo’s breakfast was sooo good I had to take a second helping. - she smiled, giving him a wink. - Eh, Ami… - he walked towards her, hiding his red face from Eva and her family - I, uh, I have some leftovers if you get hungry on the road… - Oh, I will.

She leaned and their lips met, allowing their tastes and smells to mix into a unique and exhilarating concoction.

[crystalkleure]

What about Daigo and Wakiya? I feel like those two have had the most character development.

Aw man, gonna have to get around to Wakiya a little bit later because you are absolutely right first Anon, Dyna and Wakiya are both crazy complicated. Just Dyna alone is going to make this post long as hell, ahaha.

Dyna

[Yeah, I know I spell his name wrong. It’s just the way EVERYONE initially thought it was supposed to be spelled, before the official descriptions came out. I just kept spelling it that first way like a stubborn bitch, though. I think I’m the only one who still does this.]

I love Dyna! I love how he looked and even acted so, so much like an Obvious Bad Guy when he first showed up, and then…he wasn’t. At all. He was a sweet kid trying to make his sick little brother proud of him. Dyna is one of the nicest kids in the show, but he cracks and makes really bad decisions under pressure.

Honestly, I think a lot of his initial ruthless, underhanded, “whatever it takes to win” mindset really was based around just trying to keep his brother happy. Souta looks up to Dyna so much. Dyna didn’t want to disappoint him by losing. He was trying to be the perfect, “cool” role model who always wins.

At first, Dyna seemed to have been a firm believer in the logic of “it doesn’t matter if it’s bad if you’re doing it for a good enough reason.” [with his “good enough reason” here being to “appear strong and cool and inspiring” for his little bro]. That belief changed, though. When the guilt built up. He did eventually realize that the “cool guy who always wins” is not cool at all if he had to manipulate someone or outright cheat in order to get that win. More precisely, Dyna realized that if Souta ever found out about all the nasty things Dyna had been doing to win, Souta would be ashamed of him, not proud of him. And Dyna was only doing those bad things out of desperation to keep up that cool, strong image for Souta, so if doing what he did would actually BREAK that image INSTEAD of uphold it, there was no reason to do it at all and it was suddenly just shitty for no reason. [Did that make sense? That was an awfully run-on sentence just now :/ I think Dyna always knew the bad things he did were bad, but he did them anyway for Souta, and then stopped when he understood that Souta would not want him to behave that way.]

So yeah, Dyna eventually understood that his “whatever it takes to win” mindset was deeply flawed, because winning in a dishonorable way just wasn’t worth it [in his case]. It had the potential to produce the exact OPPOSITE of the effect he wanted. You can’t be a good role model with shit morals like that. Losing gracefully and trying again later is more respectable than winning by cheating. Souta would be more proud of him for that.

Also at first, Dyna tried to distance himself from the bad things he did, likely as a way to try to keep himself from feeling guilt over them. Like he was just trying to forget he did it. As the biggest example of that, he tried his damndest to just outright avoid Valt after their first major battle, which Dyna had tried to win with underhanded tactics. Valt had to literally tenaciously chase him all around school just to get the guy to eventually give up and socialize with him.

But when Dyna finally let go of that “do whatever it takes, even if it’s shitty” thing, he could then also let go of trying to avoid the guilt from doing something bad. So that guilt hit him HARD, probably as hard as it did because there was a lot of it pent-up. After the cheating thing in his battle with Yugo, his self-esteem totally crashed and he nearly gave up beyblading altogether, thinking he wasn’t good enough for his Deathscyther. Dyna was convinced he was such an awful person that even his beyblade should be ashamed of him. He couldn’t stand it.

So he tried to make it right. He swallowed all of his pride, and trekked all the way up that mountain to solemnly, sincerely apologize to Yugo in person. He practically groveled. Like “I did a horrible, terrible thing and god I really don’t even deserve to be forgiven for it do I, but I am so sorry. I’m bowing out of the tournament, and you’re taking my place. It’s the least I can do. I’m so sorry.” He tried so hard to fix his fuckup in the best way he could. And damn, it hurt me when Yugo did, in fact, refuse to forgive him for it. Dyna was hating himself so much over this, wondering if he even deserved forgiveness at all over the incident [and honestly cheating the way he did was…pretty minor. It’s not like he broke all of the guy’s fingers so he couldn’t hold his launcher or anything. Dyna just…flashed a light in his face], so this irrational asshole actually NOT forgiving him [over inane, outdated “warrior code” bullshit, too] must have really stung hard.

But when Dyna doesn’t feel like he has to be an aloof hardass…he’s also a really damn good friend. He tends to play the mediator when teammates [Boss and Wakiya…] start bickering too hard, and he also paid pretty constant attention to Shuu when Shuu really needed it. Because Shuu was there for Dyna when he needed it. Shuu tried to help him when he was in the middle of a huge struggle, so Dyna tried to repay Shuu for that when he saw that Shuu was obviously in the middle of some shit. They’re just…there for eachother. They’re both generally pretty quiet, but they talk to eachother. Mutual moral support. Sometimes the person who is best suited to get you through hell has been there themself.

Also we didn’t see AS much of Dyna in s2, but he’s a really good team leader?? He whipped his damn team into shape fast, but without being super harsh about it so they don’t all hate him, haha. Constructive criticism and “Get up off yo lazy asses and come run around the block with me” did the trick. His team loves and respects him. Dyna’s team, which I absolutely cannot for the life of me remember the name of, is a damn good team.

And I’m so proud of him for being SO GOOD at beyblading now, playing completely fair? He’s so smart, he’s a fantastic tactician. Did you see that crazy shit he pulled on Black Eye in the Snake Pit? That was so creative. And he deserved to fucking win against Joshua that one time dammit, not to lose on a technicality. He’s doing so good. I don’t get why he just…wasn’t AROUND for such a big chunk of the latter part of the season though, considering the sorry state Shuu was in at the time. Because when Dyna DID show back up, the first thing he did was AGGRESSIVELY try to get through to Shuu and snap him out of the murderous stupor he was in. It didn’t WORK because Dyna didn’t really know exactly what was going on at this point so there’s no way he could’ve known the right thing to say there, but HE TRIED SO HARD, MAN. Just…where WAS he earlier, though. Did the writing team just forget about him for a few [several] months.

Dyna has absolutely had some of the most satisfying character development so far, though [and so has Wakiya]. Also he’s got that whole “creepy scary goth guy with a soft spot for cute animals” thing going on. Unquestionable 10/10.

[merryfortune]

On Changing Tides

@seasaltmemories wrote a Serena meta and it gave me some ideas. So I wrote this last night at midnight instead of doing my assignment. I don’t know when i’ll post this on ao3 because I have a rule that I have to update PBL after every 4 new/updated fics.

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V

Ship: Serenadeshipping (Serena/Yuzu)

Alternate Universe - Pirates

Synopsis: Serena is a traitor to Admiral Akaba Leo’s Navy. But she’d rather be lawless than without morals so she’s joined the infamous Lancer Pirates to pursue adventure, justice, and romance.

Words: 2, 172

Warnings: Blood, swearing, light medical procedure, injury, possible gore, violence, that sort of thing

  Corruption festered beneath the names of nobility and justice. It was like a terrible rot beneath the facade of brilliant flower. With a blade at her command, Serena shall cut it all away or else dishonour shall be the death of her. She refuses to fight for it any longer. Not now, not when she’s seen the people she had hurt in the flesh and fury.

  Fleet Captain Yuri approached Serena. He scowled. His cutlass was drawn as was a cruel smile and deviant eyes.

  ‘Now, now, Serena. Surely you understand still that we are of the most gallant goals.’ he said.

  He reached out with his blade. The upward tip of his cutlass poked upon Serena’s breast lightly. He disgusted her and she had no problems letting him now. Her face soured. She lifted her chin and looked down upon him. Her free hand turned to a fist. She raised her own cutlass.

  ‘Duel me.’ she snarled.

  ‘Come now, surely we can settle this civilly.’

  ‘You haven’t a pleasant bone in your body. You and I both know you wouldn’t hesitate to cut my tongue out of my mouth it meant you didn’t have to listen to the truth!’ Serena spat.

  His eyes fluttered closed; he tutted: ‘After all these years…’ he lamented. ‘I still can’t fool you. And yet? You are Admiral Akaba’s favourite soldier.’

  ‘Tell him to stick it where the sun don’t shine!’ barked Serena. ‘Now, duel me!’

  He sighed and discarded his scarlet cape. He smiled sinisterly; his eyes gleamed with bloodlust.

  ‘Very well, if you insist.’

  Serena steeled her resolve. She remembered the stories of civilians and pirates had given her. True, consistent accounts of the atrocities the Navy had committed under the evil ambition of Akaba Leo. She would avenge them. It was her duty to restore order and enforce justice. She would no longer be part of a system that desecrates the very morals she had brought into her life; even if it meant becoming lawless for it was better to be lawless than without moral.

  Yuri surged forth first. His slashes were precise and deadly. But he had sparred Serena many times. She knew his pattern. He knew hers. She parried his blade and ducked beneath it; surprising him with an uppercut.

  He stumbled backwards. He thought he knew her patterns.

  Serena spun on her heel and this time landed a strike with her blade. She swept in for a kick and got him across his ribs. He held onto himself and sputtered. Spittle flecked his mouth. He glared at her.

  ‘You lowly, conniving, bitch!’ he cursed.

  He charged forth. He was lost in rage. He raised his blade high and it cut on sunlight. It glinted. With a harsh strike, he ravaged what was beneath which happened to be Serena’s shoulder. His cutlass slid through her surgically but left much destruction. Serena howled in pain as fabric and skin tore. Blood spurted. Yuri relished it.

  ‘That’s what you get for using dirty tactics.’ he snarled. He looked down on Serena as she collapsed.

  She numbly clamped her hand over her injury. Blood stained her hands.

  ‘You bastard! I won’t forgive you!’ Serena yelled.

  ‘Please, you won’t get the time in Hell, traitor.’ Yuri replied; his voice was low.

  He propped up Serena’s chin with his bloodied cutlass. He smiled. He savoured the terror that shaped Serena’s faces; the way her lips quivered and her arms shook. The way her eyes widened before him like he was some destructive force of nature.

  ‘I believe you may want to reconsider that.’

  A new, cold voice descended on the pair of them. Yuri straightened up; he felt his back brush against the mouth of a gun.

  ‘Akaba Reiji… I’d know that voice anywhere. The prodigal son returns.’ Yuri drawled playfully. He sighed, shrugged.

  ‘You leave my crewman alone or else you’ll be the one in Hell.’ Reiji warned. He took his revolver off safety.

  Yuri sneered. ‘When one falls, one falls far.’

  ‘I am proud to call myself the latest recruit!’ Serena yelled.

  She pulled herself to her feet even though she was in shambles. Her grip on her cutlass was loose but it would not take much feat to slash open Yuri’s smug little face. She threw back her sword-arm and lashed forth. Her blade ate into the side of Yuri’s face. He screamed and screamed. Reiji pulled back; readjusted his glasses then called out to the remainder of the crew.

  Yuzu came back first. She plodded along in rags and smiles.

  ‘What on Earth…?’ she howled.

  ‘You can take care of Serena, as our resident medic. I need to attend to the others. Are they well?’ Reiji asked.

  ‘Y-Yeah, you can count on me, Reiji. They’re alive. Don’t you worry.’

  ‘Good. We can’t risk losing numbers. Not when our mission is becoming so critical.’ Reiji continued and he strode off. He readjusted the safety of his revolver and strapped it to his thigh.

  Yuzu crept forward. Serena scrambled to her weak legs once more. She was puffed up and proud like the cat that got the cream.

  ‘Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, sweetness?’ flirted Serena.

  She had to be delirious.

  Yuzu swallowed at the sight of blood. Not just Serena’s, she suspected as she saw the other body – Fleet Captain Yuri’s – twitch as he tried to keep his face whole rather than like the pages of a flayed book.

  Yuzu swung her brown bag around from off her back. She riffled through it and Serena trudged towards her.

  ‘You don’t have to be strong for me, Serena. I’m the doctor.’ Yuzu tittered.

  ‘I just want to get away from that motherfucker before he decides we can keep going pound for pound of flesh.’ Serena laughed through her agony.

  She powered onwards. Yuzu scampered behind her. Together, the women collapsed outside the Captain’s Quarters of this naval ship. They would be safe here. The remainders of the crew had subjugated the rest of the team Fleet Captain Yuri had brought on his personal ship, Starve Venom. Further down the deck, they heard Yugo teasing the marine grunts they had captured. That had to be a good sign; or a beg for disaster. They could hear Reiji counting heads and making orders; no doubt telling Yuto and Shun to ransack the Marine’s supplies.

  ‘C’mon, Serena, let me have a look.’ Yuzu cooed.

  Serena hesitantly let go of her wound. It was deep and Yuzu sighed.

  ‘You just had to piss him off, didn’t you?’

  ‘Fuck yeah I did!’ Serena boasted. She reverted back to her usual self before being consumed by the pain. She groaned as she brought her arms back to her side stiffly; her eyes wide and teeth gritted.

  ‘Don’t move your arms!’ Yuzu scolded.

  It took five or so minutes but soon, Serena was back in working order or somewhere close. She was hopped up on pain killers, a little bit of opium, and a fair few windings of bandages. She’d be good to fight soon again, or at least until Yuzu can get Serena onto her medical table where she can get proper attention.

  Serena’s eyes were dreamy which was definitely the result of pain killers. ‘Thanks, sweetness.’ She smiled smugly. ‘C’mon, lemme give you a little bit of sugar.’

  ‘I also accept dessert.’ Yuzu teased.

  She flushed a little bit when Serena pecked her cheek.

  ‘I’d literally kill ten thousand people for you.’ Serena said in a serious, gravelly voice. Serena clasped onto Yuzu’s hands for maximum effect. Their gaze held for an unusually long time.

  ‘I am well aware.’ Yuzu replied.

  ‘I literally love you. I’m glad we met. I’m glad I’m one of the Lancer Pirates.’ Serena continued.

  ‘You are literally high right now.’

  ‘Fuck yeah I am. Being around you puts me on cloud nine.’ Serena flirted.

  ‘We’ll see.’ Yuzu replied cynically.

  From further down the deck, people started to yell at them. Things were getting too cushy between them; they were risking Yuri’s revival at this point and a resurrected Yuri would be demon spawn to deal with so it was time for the Lancer Pirates to make their great and theatrical escapes. Like they always did. They had become known for it at this point.

   Yuzu shouted back at her comrades who jeered at her in good nature back. She got up. She flattened her skirt and Serena copied; brushing her hands over her brown-red, once white, trousers. Serena hooked her good arm over Yuzu.

  ‘Carry me.’ Serena whined.

  ‘I will, I will. I’d never expect my most critically injured patient to walk herself to our ship.’ Yuzu replied soothingly.

  Together they plodded off. They regrouped and everyone was there. Serena smiled and laughed. It was bizarre to see her like that; the smell of pain killers on her solved that mystery. Yuya hefted up Serena from the other side and Mieru fluffed around them, making sure that Serena’s chakras or whatnot were aligned for optimal recovery. She also couldn’t let them risk straining Serena’s legs or sides as they carried her so poorly.

  Once more, the Lancer Pirates – a odd motley crew of misfits and never-do-wells – set off on their next voyage; to their next battle be it between themselves over who got seconds or between a shopkeeper and got away with pickpocketing or between themselves and their true enemies. It was a mystery. It was an adventure.

  The strong, salty breeze of the distant oceans picked up. Their sails puffed outwards and proudly bore their emblem; the horseback skeleton knight armed with a lance. It felt good to be back.

  It had been two weeks since the skirmish on Starve Venom. On their ship, two weeks may as well have been a different life in between the violence and domesticity. Serena had been summoned to Yuzu’s office two hours ago. She swung her legs idly; wondered when she would be permitted to leave. It seemed soon though. Yuzu smiled as she put away her things.

  ‘So, what’s the verdict, sweetness?’ Serena asked.

  ‘Here, you deserve it. Don’t tell Sora I stole it though.’ Yuzu said. ‘All good patients get a lollipop from their doctors after a check-up. At least from the city I’m from anyway. They might do it differently in Academia.’

  ‘They most certainly do.’ Serena replied with a shiver.

  She accepted the lollipop. She tore off the plastic and lobbed it at the nearby bin. She popped it in her mouth and was accosted by the intense raspberry tang that burst on her tongue. She cringed. How did Sora eat these?

  Yuzu, noting Serena’s expression, shrugged. She guessed what Serena was thinking.

  ‘We never said he was a good confectioner.’ Yuzu joked. ‘Well… You’re all good to go. For now, if you get into another fight with that prick Yuri, you might end up with a permanently fucked up shoulder. Assuming you live to tell the tale; which I trust you would. But still, be careful. He’s out for blood now, no doubt. You’ve probably left him with a very nasty scar and for a vain man like that, well, that’s a crime punishable by a thousand deaths.’

  Yuzu rambled. Serena smiled. She liked to listen to Yuzu’s voice.

  ‘Do you remember?’ Serena asked, abruptly interrupting Serena who had moved onto lecturing her on the importance of keeping flexible.

  ‘Remember what?’ Yuzu asked; happily skipping to Serena’s jump of conversation.

  ‘What I told you after you dosed me with opium?’

  ‘That you loved me?’ Yuzu replied, simply. ‘It’s fine. Everyone gets high differently. You become a sap, it’s fine. It’s the same for Shun.’

  ‘I’m glad you remember though.’ Serena said. She stopped swinging her legs and her eyes brightened; became mischievous. She hopped down from Yuzu’s cold, tall bed that she used for general check-ups.

  Serena prowled around Yuzu before pouncing on her with a hug. ‘I’m very glad. Because I meant it, sweetness. I really am glad to have met you. To have fallen in love with you.’

  ‘Oh.’ Yuzu gasped.  

  Serena pecked Yuzu’s lips. She held onto Yuzu’s shoulder and made a point to remember this moment: what was around them, how it felt, and what it meant. She remembered the Yuzu’s lips were reminiscent of her the fruity, rosy balms she used. She remembered the chill of the office and where the placement of Yuzu’s things were; not just what Reiji had given her so his medical suite could be functional.

  ‘Now, it’s poker night with the boys.’ Serena continued. ‘It’s time to have a little fun.’

  Yuzu placed her hand over Serena’s. ‘Have fun.’

  Serena took a breath. This was her life now. And she couldn’t be happier. She was surrounded by love and by friends. She had good food and good laughs. She could want for nothing on this stingy ship. And best of all?

  Every day was a new adventure and she couldn’t lap it up enough.

  ‘Fuck yeah, I will.’

[emeraldgalaxies]

what really goes on in the supreme king dragon's head

probably the most ridiculous thing i’ve written in a long time and also ,,,,,,,,,, not on my fanfic blog lol whatever enjoy this

(pst also on AO3)

There is one boardroom available and it’s the largest room in the entire building, with a table so long that if people sat at opposing ends, you practically had to yell to communicate. It’s an unspoken rule in the office that if a meeting ends up in there, everyone sat at the same end. Unless you were an asshole, of course.

And Yuri just so happens to be that asshole. While the saner three of the foursome occupied one end, lamenting the sheer asshole-ery of Yuri, he’s kicked his legs up onto the surface, overtly pleased with himself.

“Yuri would you get over here?!” Yugo shouts, nearly knocking his chair over when he jumped to his feet, about three seconds from dragging his co-worker along the length of the table.

“If Yuya begs,” Yuri says, just loud enough for them to hear. He might appear pleased but he was honestly quite disinterested in the topic at hand so he might as well get something out of this meeting.

Yuto quickly turns to Yuya, perhaps to tell him that Yuri can go suck a hot one and that they don’t need him but apparently, Yuya disagreed.

“Please, Yuri, come over here so we can start this meeting… please,” Yuya says, the words sticking to his tongue. He doesn’t often give into Yuri’s demands, especially not as quickly as he just did and a shiver rolls down Yuri’s spine. He languidly manoeuvers his body onto the long table and takes his sweet time walking the length of it. Yugo throws a punch at his knee and Yuri merely dances out of his reach and sinks dramatically to sit in front of Yuya.

“Anything for you, Yuya,” he purrs, shooing Yugo to a different chair and sits his dramatic ass down next to Yuya.

Yuto clears his throat, readjusting the papers Yuri had jostled in his dance. “So, as we all know, there have been some cuts to the budget and Zarc is firing people left and right.”

Yuri rolls his eyes and Yugo jumps in before Yuri can say something insensitive. “We have a union to prevent this stuff!”

Yuto nods, amicably. “Exactly, but Zarc really doesn’t care. However, since we four are the closest to Zarc –” Yuya mutters unfortunately under his breath and Yuto ignores him – “we’ve been asked to remind Zarc he can’t fire 80% of his staff.”

“Sora was rioting when he got fired yesterday,” Yuya adds, unhelpfully, “he stole a bunch of paperclips and security caught him trying to light the vending machine on fire.” Yuya pauses, a smile tugging at his lips. “It was hilarious.”

“Nevertheless,” Yuto says, his tone clipped, “I agree with our co-workers. We can’t let Zarc fire everyone.”

“I don’t see why not,” Yuri says, “it’s not like they were contributing to profits. We’re the only ones who work around here. Even Yugo works more than they do.” Yuri ignores Yugo’s indigent shout.

Yuya seems to be the only one who can reel in Yuri’s disdain so he leans over and says in a voice that has Yuto swallowing thickly, “C’mon Yuri, if you help out, I’ll help you out.” Yuri licks his lips.

“Gross,” Yugo says.

Yuri relaxes back into his chair. “Fine. What’s the plan plebs?”

“Did he just call us plebs?” Yugo asks at the same time Yuto says, “We’re going to Zarc’s office to remind him of the union rules.”

Yuri’s lips curl in a smile that has the other three reeling. “I’m sure that will go over well. We’ll just waltz up to the boss and say, ‘by the way, that union you agreed to after being sued by your ex-girlfriend? Yeah well you can’t do what you’re doing’.”

Yuto, in an uncharacteristic moment of rage, throws his papers in Yuri’s face. “Well do you have any better ideas asshole? Ten minutes ago, Kaito and Shun were called into Zarc’s office and I seriously doubt it was for a friendly chat.”

“I heard accounting was next,” Yugo says, since the amount of paperwork he’s gotten was strikingly more than what Jack had.

"Yeah, you waltz into Zarc’s office and I go get a coffee and a blow –”

“Okay,” Yuya interrupts, though the blush on his face is hard to ignore, “let’s just go talk to Zarc.”

And so, that’s how, three minutes later, they found themselves standing in front of Zarc’s insanely huge office doors with handles made of white jade carved like dragons. It takes them another five minutes of rock-paper-scissors to see who would be the first victim… person to walk into the office and Yugo reluctantly places his hand on handle and pushes. The doors give way, like the parting of the sea and Zarc looks up from his mountain of paperwork with cold, calculating golden eyes.

He gestures them into his office, towering, oppressive dragon statues loomed above them as they approached the desk. Yuri mutters to Yuya that the budget wouldn’t be in the toilet if Zarc didn’t spend money on dragon statues and Yuya elbows him.

“What?” Zarc barks, his eyes flickering back down to his work.

“The union –”

Like a whip, Zarc’s voice stops whatever Yuto was going to say, “If I hear one word about the union, I will take away the coffee machine.” His threat is only a threat because his tone was enough to freeze them in place.

Well, Yuri remains unaffected and he gasps. “Not the coffee maker!”

“Yuri what the fuck we can buy a coffee marker for like ten dollars!” Yugo exclaims, chipping away at the tension in the office. “It’s not even worth it!”

Yuri sniffs, offended. “Clearly you have never had coffee from that machine. It makes every other coffee you’ve had taste like bean water.”

Yuya folds his hands. “He’s not wrong…” Yuya mutters, “I don’t even like coffee unless it’s from that maker.”

Yugo groans and Zarc looks up again. “Is there a point to this or are you going to get back to work?”

“You can’t fire over half of your staff, Zarc,” Yuto says.

Zarc arches an eyebrow. “Oh…? And who the fuck are you to tell me what I can and can’t do?”

Yuto flinches and Zarc keeps cutting. “I’ll have you know I just fired Kaito and Shun. In about ten minutes I’m firing Jack and Gongenzaka. And maybe, if I feel like it, Crow and Shingo. So get out before I decide to fire you as well,” Zarc snarls.

The four of them leave, words they’d like to exchange with Zarc heavy on their tongues – well except for Yuri, he honestly doesn’t care if the whole company was just the five of them. He latches onto Yuya, whispering stuff into his ear that Yuto and Yugo can’t hear and leads him off to the breakroom. Yuto sighs, tossing the wrinkled papers into the trash bin.

“I wish we could do more,” Yugo says, watching as Shun and Kaito empties their desks. Yuto sighs again, feeling helpless. He wants to keep fighting back against Zarc but their boss is such an oppressive man, it might be easier to give up. So, he merely nods in agreement and they follow their counterparts off to the breakroom.

Outside of Zarc’s head, he’s ready to take on his next set of challengers, a moment of satisfaction filling him as he watches the motorcycle almost decapitate the foolish synchro user. He’s ready to destroy the dimensions.

[nautiscarader]

I have an idea fo a prompt : Yumalia (married) where Amalia does a bellydance to Yugo, her outfit could be inspired by deviantart epictones Amalia-Bellydancer

Great idea for a @smutember prompt. Not exactly married, but I think you’ll be satisfied. Also, @epictones has a blog here, that’s the post in question.

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Striptease, Yumalia, 1.7k, M.

- Ami! I’m sorry!

Yugo’s words died in the tumult of many people on the busy streets of Bonta, as he followed his girlfriend, walking just a bit faster from sheer frustration.

- Hmph! - she grunted when he portal’d himself out of nowhere, turning her head to the other side. - Amalia, I said I am sorry… - Tell that to HER! - she roared, crossing her arms.

Yugo sighed. Just half an hour ago, the couple was having a splendid shopping day in the huge city of Bonta. And then, out of nowhere, another sight caught Yugo’s attention, just for a fraction of second, but it was enough to rise alarm for Amalia. On a small square between the tenement houses, dancers on stage entertained the crowd, and as it happened, one of the female ones gave Yugo a wink… It didn’t help that she was a Sadida as well, and that her outfit was, as Amalia has put it, “scandalous”.

Yugo didn’t remind her that she used to wear equally skimpy clothes, because at this point, blood was already boiling inside the Sadida princess, urging her to rush from the crowd towards their hotel, forcing Yugo to catch up with her and sort out the situation. But Yugo knew better that with Amalia sometimes even the smallest of inconveniences would make her lose her temper, and sadly Yugo has not found a guaranteed counter-measure for that.

- I… I need to walk it off! - she said suddenly, stopping in place and stomping her feet. - We’ll meet at the hotel later. - she turned away, prompting her animated doll, carrying her shopping bags to follow her. - Ami! I said I was sorry! - Yugo cried after her, but his girlfriend disappeared in the crowd, trying to distract herself with the items displayed in the shopping windows.

Despondent, Yugo turned on the spot and walked the other way.

He too needed some time to let his own frustration die down, and he spent it loitering between the shops open until late hours, alongside the riverbank, and even pass the same, now empty square the dancers have set up their show.

He returned to their hotel with the rest of their items they bought and slowly walked up the stairs, thinking of some good opening line. He had at least a dozen different ones, and even though he knew he wasn’t guilty of anything he’d have to at least try to sound apologetically.

Yugo opened the door, and cautiously walked into their dimly lit room, knowing from the gentle rustling noises that Amalia was in.

- Ami… Amalia, I’m sorry that-

Yugo said it with his head lowered, but as soon as he raised it up, words died in his throat. At first, he thought that he was looking not at his girlfriend, but at the damn bellydancer, especially when she gave him another alluring wink. But there was no mistake: it was Amalia, dressed in highly decorative skirt, the multitude of accessories around her neck, belly and waist giving the illusion that her outfit was decent and not revealing at all. However, a single move of her hips gave the trick away; long, leafy parts of her skirt opened up like petals for a moment, showing her long legs, thick thighs and a small triangle of cloth that otherwise might be called panties.

Her breasts bounced with her every move, and only the pearl necklace hid the fact that a stronger pull could rip the upper part of her attire in half. But it was her headdress that caught Yugo’s attention the most. A delicate, intricate veil covered her face, though even in the limited light, he could see her hypnotizing, seductive gaze, and, unmistakably, a smile.

- Ah, I’ve been waiting for you. Sit down…

With a gentle move of her arms, she directed Yugo to their bed, giving him for a moment a first glimpse of her equally beguiling backside. He dropped the bag somewhere in the corridor, and followed her, realising only now that her bra wasn’t tied behind her back at all, showing him more of her appetising naked body.  

- What is your name? - she asked playfully, smiling again at the flabbergasted Eliatrope - And how would like to call me, handsome? - Uh, Ami? - he scratched his head in confusion. - Ami. That is my name for tonight… - she raised her brow expectantly. - Yugo - he gulped, following her instructions, as he finally understood what game Amalia was playing - My name is Yugo. - Odd name for an Enutrof. - Amalia spoke, turning her back on him, as she walked further into the room, illuminated only by candles.

Once his eyes adapted to the weird lighting, he noticed a gramophone set in the corner, though he was more than sure their room didn’t have one. Has she borrowed it from the owner? Bought it in one of many antique shops? Those details mattered no more when Amalia put on a record, and smooth, soothing music filled their room, as Yugo was given sight of her amazing body once more.

Walking to the slow rhythm, Amalia swayed her hips with every step, until her whole figure was illuminated by the candles set on their nightdrawers. When he was just inches from him, he instinctively reached his hands and closed his eyes, puckering his lips to place a kiss at her exposed belly, but a sudden pain brought him to his senses.

- No touching! You only paid for the show… - she scolded him, slapping his hand. - Ami… - he huffed in frustration when he understood his position.

Amalia continued her role, dancing to the music, giving him excruciatingly slow view of her all sides, letting Yugo marvel at the details on her outfit that hid her most important features. When she made a particularly fast twist, the hem of her skirt flew up, and Yugo had to restrain himself again from grabbing her bottom and sinking his face between her buttocks. But Yugo needed even more willpower when Amalia turned around and leaned on him, giving him an unobstructed sight of her naked, ample breasts and her nipples. How Amalia has gotten rid of her bra in such a short amount of time was beyond Yugo’s comprehension, but as a result only the necklace covered her bosom now, if one could call that “covering”…      

His instincts took over him again, and he leaped to his feet, about to pin Amalia to the ground, but she was prepared for that. Four vines shot from the wooden beams of their bed and immobilised him in place, just when his mouth was about to close around one of her nipples.

- Should I call the manager? You could be thrown out faster from out fine establishment than you’d think…

Contrary to her pretence anger, she continued her show, taking one part of her leafy skirt at a time, revealing her buttocks at first, and then her thighs, leaving the most important one still in place. When she turned around again, giving him a sight of her bottom, Yugo caught a glimpse of her juices, trickling down her thigh, glistening in the flickering light, and that only strengthened the discomfort in his pants that has been steadily building up since Amalia begun her show.

And sure enough, when Amalia turned on the spot, and ripped the only remaining part of her attire, the panties Yugo have caught glimpse of before were gone, giving him a stunning view of her green trimmed bush above her enticing opening. The sight made Yugo groan again, and Amalia seemed to realise the pain Yugo was in, as she let her vines loose their integrity, setting him gently down on the bed. She hasn’t called them off, but Yugo could at least move freely, though now, more than ever, he decided to behave.

- If you’d like to deal with that… - Amalia pointed to the bulge in his pants - …then feel free to do so, though gods help you if you leave a mess. Unless… - Unless?

A wicked smile appeared on her face, when she heard the desperation in his voice.

- Unless you want *me* to help you. A handjob would be two hundred Kamas, a blowjob three, three-fifty if you want me to swallow… - she begun counting, listing her “offers” - …same for titjob, same extra for a facial, and, well, if you’d like to have *me*, you’d have to pay at least a thousand… - How much will this give me? - Yugo suddenly interrupted, breaking her concentration.

Amalia turned her head, and it was time for her to suddenly lose her words, as they got stuck in her throat. Her eyes widened, when she saw that Yugo was on his knee, presenting her a box with a shining, golden emerald ring inside, unmistakably matching the colour of her hair. Before she could give him a permission, he took her hand and slid the ring on her finger, confirming her suspicion on how well it fitted her.  

- W…Well… - she stuttered.

A devilish smirk of revenge appeared on Yugo’s face when her voice cracked, and Amalia knew that no matter what she’d say, she was no longer in control, especially since she had hard time gathering her thoughts at all.

- Uh, yes, I think that, that will… Cover a few… Few… sessions…

Next thing she knew a strong push from her back made her trip onto the bed, straight into Yugo’s arms, once he took one of it out of his portal. Her lips joined his in a long, consolatory kiss that explained their feelings better than any apology would. Just like her clothes vanished almost magically before, so did his, and a moment later Yugo was towering over her, with only his hat on his head.

- Maybe I will even let you cum inside me for free… - Amalia moaned, before Yugo dived inside her, ready to enjoy the lifelong services he just paid for.