#i like shin’s top. looks fancy

[chososdiscordkitten]

How jjk men peel your oranges!

Choso, Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Geto, Gojo nd Hiromi

tw: None! one link in hiromi's lol

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Choso Kamo

He would peel it for you without hesitation or question. Say you were watching a movie with him on the couch, seeing the main character munch on some delicious looking orange slices. Mouth watering by just looking at them.

All you had to mumble was a quiet, “God, I wish I had an orange right now.” to yourself as he tried to remember if there were any oranges in the kitchen before he stood up. Placing a napkin on the coffee table as he peeled it, trying his best to not make a mess. Plucking a slice from it and handing it to you, “Thank youu-” you hummed, earning a small ‘mhm’ from him.

Leaning your head on his shoulder before he continued to peel off the rest of it. When he finished peeling it, he'd try to pluck the little white bits off of it too. Just to make sure you had the best parts.

Not even asking if you wanted him to bring you one, or asking if you wanted him to peel it. He just did it for you. Choso, my beautiful, 'I show my love in acts of service' bf

Toji Zenin

Hesitatingly he would. Having lunch with him between his jobs, you were talking about something that had happened earlier that day.

Peeling the orange in your own hands, really just taking small pieces off one by one. His eyes kept flashing down to your hands, getting more and more irked by how poorly you were peeling it.

“And I told him-” you were interrupted, he took the sadly peeled orange from your hands with small grumbles.

“Just makin’ a mess-” he huffed, peeling it carefully in his calloused hands as you watched with furrowed eyebrows. He peeled it in the way to form a spiral, trying to avoid the places you had already peeled.

You tried to tell him it was fine- that you could do it. “The things I do for you.” he mumbled in a stern tone, almost cursing himself for what he was doing.

When the orange was bare, he parted the slices for you, placing them on the napkin you had laid out that did a poor job at containing the mess you were making. Taking one for himself to reward his efforts. 

Sukuna

No. “You're more than capable of peeling it yourself. You're not special.”

Kento Nanami

Would peel it flawlessly, no white parts left on it. You were sitting on his living room couch trying to finish a proposal for your job, legs taking up most of the couch, rubbing your forehead in frustration.

Nanami saw how upset you looked, and thought of a way to make you feel even a little better. Standing in the kitchen as he peeled two oranges for you, humming a small tune as he gathered all the rinds before tossing them in the trash.

Placing the perfect film-like slices into a small bowl and pouring a glass of water before walking back to the couch.

“Here.” he hummed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His heart clenched when you looked at him with tired eyes.

“Awe, thank you Kento-” you cooed, taking the bowl in your hands. Seeing him place the glass of water on the coffee table before lifting your legs from the couch, sitting down and placing them back on his lap.

One hand rubbing your shin lovingly as he picked up the book on the side table, prying it open before reading. 

Suguru Geto

Would ask you if you wanted him to peel it for you. Eating lunch with him, “I brought you something-” he smiled, his tone warm. Hearing a curious hum come from you, “Remember you told me you hadn't had an orange in a while?” before presenting the fruit to you.

A small gasp left you, smiling before reaching to take it. “Thank you Sugu-” you started, seeing him pull his hand back.

“You don't want me to peel it for you?” he asked, tone serious as though that was the only reason he brought it to you.

“If you want to-” you started, seeing him scoff before taking the small knife on the table and starting to peel it slowly. “So fancy.” you commented, seeing him focus on not tearing the spiral forming from the rind.

“I hate getting the rind under my nails.” he mumbled, focusing on the small fruit in his hands.

“And that's why I haven't eaten one in so long.” you laughed. He tried his best to cut off only the rind- but a few pieces of the orange ended up being taken off. He split it in half before handing you the bigger slices. 

Satoru Gojo

Would peel it in a way that made you regret even bringing up oranges. Walking around the school's campus, hearing him talk about how much potential his students had.

Seeing you fiddle with the small orange in your hands, “You gonna eat that or?” he smiled, pulling you out of your own thoughts. You furrowed your eyebrows looking at him, before you realized what he was talking about.

“Oh- I was waiting till I found a napkin. Don't wanna make a mess.” you hummed, his face lit up. Taking it from your hands and smiling/

“This is one of my best tricks-” he giggled, holding the orange between his palms.

“You should let other people tell you they're the best.” you joked, seeing him clap his palms together. Face falling when you realized he warped your orange.

You didn't speak to him till he presented you with a perfectly peeled one, “It doesn't even have the white stuff on it!” he defended, trying to convince you to forgive him.

Pouting as he watched you eat it. “I can’t even have one slice?” he whined, seeing you purposefully make the orange look like it was the most delicious thing you've ever eaten.

“You don't even deserve the rind.” You hummed, seeing him slump in his seat.

Hiromi Higuruma

Would peel it, but in an inconvenient way. Would be having breakfast with you, seeing an unsliced orange next to your plate. Taking it in his hands and looking at you with a stoic face.

“When I was a kid-” he started, peeling the orange tactfully. Watching his hands as you blinked at him. All ears, thinking this was going to be some kind of serious talk.

“I could never figure out how to peel an orange properly.” he scoffed, trying to hold in a hearty laugh. Seeing your eyebrows furrowed almost asking where this was going. “And one day, my father-” he smiled, looking at you with soft eyes.

“-taught me how to peel one, but he said I could only peel them this way for one person.” his fingers ripping the rind and placing the small bits on his plate. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the small peel in his hands.

“I didn't understand why-” placing the peeled orange on your plate, “Till he told me that the way into a person's heart- is through laughter.” he finished, looking at you with a strained expression trying not to let out a laugh.

There on your plate, a little orange man staring at you. You gave him a defeated laugh you tried to hold in. In the end he only made a mess, and made the orange warm from how much he molded it in his hands. But the gesture was sweet.

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I had so much fun writing this lol. sum short nd sweet. I keep seeing this topic all over twt so here's my two cents.

[enwoso]

Can I request a fic on platonic arsenal x reader with reader and Kyra scaring the shit out of other players especially leah and Katie. They don't scare lia because she is a princess and kim because they are afraid of her

JUMPSCARE — arsenal women x reader

i do apologise if this is bad but i’m currently suffering from being concussed perks of getting punched square in the nose but i’m on the mend don’t worry but bit of life advice don’t get concussed guys i wouldn’t recommend it😅🙃

masterlist

you and kyra were known to be the teams pests. always finding a way to annoy your teammates or cause trouble around the arsenal training camp as well as doing it at your respective international clubs.

this week at training you and kyra had made it your mission to scare your teammates. having already gotten a few of them. the likes of beth, vic, stina, caitlin, teyah and just recently alessia with a simple fake spider it being such an old and simple prank but such a good one.

especially to see their faces, filled with terror and screams as they felt a spider be dropped on them. you and kyra being sat their with the smuggest little smiles as you would turn to each other to high five each other at another successful prank before plotting the next, victim, teammate to prank.

“y/n, kyra!” you heard alessia scream as you both dashed out the room getting to the end of the corridor and stopping running to catch your breath before the two of you burst out laughing.

“another one down!” you cheered, “whose next?” you asked kyra as she just began to stop laughing.

“um, we’ve done steph, we can’t do lia cause she the people princess and she’ll make us do extra gym” kyra made a face of disgust at the thought of having to do extra gym. the same thought sending a shiver down your spine.

“or kim cause she’s scary and i don’t fancy a twelfth lecture of the week” you pointed out, kim forever having to tell you off for your childish behaviour. she calls it childishness you call it having fun, each to their own.

“yep, so that leaves… leah and katie!” kyra gasped as you turned to look at the young australian already having a perfect idea.

“i’ve got a werewolf mask in my room — don’t ask — i hide behind the bush as we go out to training and you can walk them that way and then boom.. i jump out!” you explained a little over excited but kyra nevertheless following along.

“sounds perfect, should we do it tomorrow?” kyra asked, you nodding “tomorrow is perfect” you mocked the australian accent as you said tomorrow. kyra nudging you as she shot you a glare for the terrible attempt at the accent.

the next morning, you both were prepared. came into training as normal, acting as you always did. it was all part of the plan, the plan you and kyra had spent all evening planning over facetime. making sure it was perfect, down to how long you would stay behind the bush to what kyra would say to both katie and leah.

the two of you getting ready, giggling as you quietly went over the plan. a few looking over in suspicious but luckily it wasn’t the two who were about to be your next victims, they were totally clueless.

“what are you two scheming?” lia asked, one eyebrow raised at one the quietness of the two of you but also the whispering the two of you were doing.

“nothing lia! we don’t scheme!” you said so innocently flashing your best cute smile as kyra carried on tying her laces on her boots.

lia hummed not in the slightest convinced by your words before giving you a warning look as she left the changing room.

you quickly moving to get the mask out your bag and under you top to hide it so you could get out of the changing room and into position before leah and katie came out to the training field.

you flashing kyra a quick thumbs up before leaving hoping that nobody seen you slipping away. you usually always walking with kyra to the training fields.

so it was left to kyra to play the waiting game, she tightened her left boot then her right, put one shin pad in as slowly as she could before doing the other and then finally leah and katie were leaving.

kyra leaving a few seconds later so it didn’t seem obvious, leah and katie walking down the corridor toward the exit. kyra speeding up and barging her way inbetween them.

“hey!” kyra smiled at the two of them as they gave her a glare probably for the fact she had just interrupted their conversation but kyra didn’t really care.

“why you walking with us? where’s y/n?” katie asked as kyra still stayed smiling, she had her lines rehearsed.

“oh she’s just gone to the physio” kyra shrugged as the three got the exit, pushing the door open. any second now..

“why, what she done now?” leah asked, while being known as being the pest also came with getting silly injuries from doing pulling pranks on your teammates. but in your mind something had to give, right?

“um, just a bite-“ kyra started, using the code word as they got closer to where you were crouched down behind a bush. you could see their feet edging close.

leah and katie both sharing a look over the australians head. but before they could ask any further questions you jumped out in front of the two, kyra dropping to the side quickly.

and boy or boy did you wish someone was recording as their reactions where priceless. katie jumping pretty much six feet in the air a scream more high pitched than a recorder as leah backwards fell to the ground, clutching her chest as an almighty scream came out.

you and kyra bursting into laughing, tears about to spill from how hard you were laughing. taking the mask off as you continued to laugh, katie and leah now realising they had been the but of one your twos jokes. something neither of them liked.

“gocha!” you cheered in between giggles, you and kyra both cheering with your arms in the air.

katie helping leah back to her feet as a katie’s annoyed face had appeared on her face and leah’s was plastered with a deep frown. they were angry, very angry.

“we’re gonna go… run kyra” you trailed off with a nervous laugh, pushing kyra a little before whispering for her to start running before you joined her in running from the very angry katie and leah who were a time bomb both waiting to explode.

“GET BACK HERE YOU TWO PESTS!

[patrywoso]

13. Kika Nazareth

+18 SMUT

Warnings: Teasing. Strap-Ons. Bondage. Light BDSM. Spanking

Kika hates breaking in new harnesses, but tonight it’s unavoidable, her trusty old one that she’s had for several years broke last week during a round of particularly vigorous fucking, and her tailoring skills are largely limited to sewing buttons back on pants and shirts. So she’d sighed and splurged on a fancy new one with cherry-red leather and brass fittings, but it’s been so long since she’s had to set up a new one that she’s forgotten how much of a pain in the ass it can be. But you had gotten that look in your eye as you both finished your dinner that night, and you’d beckoned Kika closer over your glass of champagne. As always, Kika had been helpless to resist.

“I want your strap,” you murmured. 

“Do you seriously think it’s funny? saying shit like that while we are here?!” Kika says (although the restaurant had been buzzing at top volume that night). Kika darted a frantic glance around the room before throwing back the rest of her glass and then signaling for the check. She’d nearly had a heart attack while she thanked their waiter because she’d felt a toe running up her shin. After she recovered enough to stammer out an apology and hand him her credit card, she'd turned a red-faced glare on you. You had given her the most innocent look in your arsenal, as if you weren't currently exploring Kika’s inner thigh with your right foot.

It had seemed to take entirely too long for the check to come back, but after dashing off a hasty signature (and tipping nearly 40 percent, just in case the waiter had seen something), Kika had practically dragged you from the restaurant. Luckily, it was only a short walk back to Kika’s apartment. Kika thinks that if she'd had to drive, you both probably would have crashed because your hands were everywhere. You had the decency to remove them from Kika’s back pockets when they entered the lobby and returned the greeting of Wilson, the night doorman, but as soon as you both got into the elevator, you had practically attacked her. To complete Kika’s mortification, the doors had opened on the fourth floor to reveal little old Mrs. Lara, who had taken one look at you both and pressed the close button.

Now here you are, Kika struggling to make certain that all of the eight million straps are tight enough while having to deal with one end of a dildo pressing uncomfortably inside of her, and you are wriggling beneath her, doing your best to distract her. A sneaky hand reaches around to squeeze a firm handful of Kika’s ass, and one of the straps slips through her fingers as she attempts to tighten it. Kika recaptures it with a huff, attempting to slide the buckle into place with just one hand while using the other to pin your wrist to the mattress. You just giggle, you have another hand so you use it to grasp Kika’s breast and roll the tight bud of her nipple before leaning up to seize it between your teeth. Kika hisses as pleasure lances sharply through her body, making her pulse around the end of the strap seated inside of her. 

Kika surges forward to press you to the bed, trapping your wrists above your head to keep your devilish hands from roaming, if anything, you look more delighted than ever at your new predicament. That makes a lightbulb flicker on in Kika’s brain, although she's a bit too preoccupied and lust-addled to discern what it’s illuminated just yet. She frowns at you. “You're awfully distracting for someone who says that wants my strap, and can't even wait to leave the restaurant before telling me so.”

You give her a big grin, eyes shining with excitement. “Well, you're taking too long.”

Kika growls at you, and those beautiful orbs flash. “If you can't be patient, I might just have to make it so you can’t distract me,” Kika says, low. That makes you let out a little moan and writhe even harder under her. Kika raises an eyebrow. “If I didn't know better, I'd say you wanted to be tied up.” An even louder moan, open-mouthed, and you arch your back to rub yourself against Kika’s torso, making sure that Kika’s abs know just how wet you are. Kika has to close her eyes and suppress a shudder, you are soaked.

When Kika’s gotten control of herself again, she raises the other eyebrow. “What's gotten into you, huh? It's been a while, but all I have to do is mention tying you up and you're acting crazy.”

“Well,” you fairly purrs, having abandoned your more wanton behavior for a slow and steady grind that, Kika knows, will ultimately drive her just as crazy, “remember when you let me use your laptop last week for my anatomy homework? You forgot to clear your browser history.”

Kika blushes, remembering: that last week she'd been shopping for the new harness, and had gotten distracted by the website’s sale on bondage equipment. That had led her to several products that, while extremely interesting, she had no clue how to use, which had led to a couple of hours spent watching extremely illuminating tutorials…and then you had come home from class, swearing up a storm, apparently, your trusty old MacBook had finally given up, and you had a paper due for your anatomy class in the morning. Kika had hastily closed the browser windows and offered her own computer for you to use, hoping that she wouldn't be inclined to do any snooping until that is, Kika had had time to figure out some of the techniques herself.

Well, she hadn't gotten the chance to work out the finer points of shibari bondage, but she had learned a couple of simple but effective knots. Narrowing her eyes at you, she growls, “Oh, so that's how you want to play it, huh?”

You nod enthusiastically, your grin getting even bigger. Kika gives you a bit of a smirk. “All right. Elbows and knees, ass in the air, face the headboard and if you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I'm calling the whole thing off.”

You know you’re being watched, and that never fails to make a rosy blush color your tawny skin. Kika thinks about slapping one of the perfect ass cheeks she can see waving tantalizingly at her, but manages to refrain. There'll be plenty of time for that when she's hilted inside the gorgeous pussy she knows is waiting for her. Instead, Kika turns towards the closet, where a small wooden chest contains her toy box. Pushing aside a couple of cascading shelves to get to the main compartment, she withdraws a length of glossy red rope, tightly coiled. She tests it in her hands, feeling its firm weave but soft material, and imagines how it'll feel to you when she’s done: just tight enough to dig into your skin a little when she writhes and thrashes in pleasure, but not rough enough to leave ligature marks. Grinning a little, she turns back to you, smacking the rope against her palm a couple of times.

Your eyes light up as soon as you see it, and your ass gives a little wiggle. Kika takes the invitation to slap the unruly area lightly with the coil in her hand and is rewarded with a groan. “Kika…”

“Yes baby?” she says, rounding the corner of the bed to take up a position near the headboard.

“You're taking too long,” you say. Your face is hidden in your hair, but Kika can hear the grin in your voice. Kika narrows her eyes and begins wrapping the rope around her wrists, which she's obligingly placed together in front of her (About the only obliging thing she's done this evening, Kika grumbles to herself).

“Are you really sure you want to be giving me attitude?” she says, injecting some growl into her tone. 

Kika’s not really angry at you, the truth is, your excitement is infectious, and she feels herself starting to get into it too. While tying you up may not be Kika’s personal kink, pleasing you definitely is. And from the way you are writhing and squirming against the sheets, pushing your hips back as if in search of pressure, Kika is very pleased already. “It’s not too late to find you a gag, you know.”

“You don't have one,” you point out. Your tone is matter-of-fact, but the slight breathiness of your voice and the gleam in your eyes tells Kika that you find the suggestion very interesting.

Kika finishes tying off your bonds and invites you to test them with a light tug. You do it, leaning back until the ropes creek quietly. Evidently satisfied, you turn back to Kika, looking like a cat that ate the canary. “So…are you gonna fuck me or what?”

“Go on, fuck yourself on my strap” Kika responds and you started moving to do that but Kika just grins at you and pushes you back until you are again in position, all fours, giving her a beautiful view of you. 

“Until you're sore,” Kika promises, as she gets behind you. Kika gives first one ass cheek a loud spank, then the other, pausing after each one to admire the blooms of red and the breathy moans they've elicited. She drapes herself along your back, feeling her nipples tighten as they brush against your smooth skin. Kika can't help rubbing the tip of her strap a couple of times against your soaked pussy, knowing that as much torment as it is for her to hold off on sinking it in, it’s twice as bad for you.

As she predicted, you moan and push your ass back, trying to take the hard length inside of you. “No,” Kika orders, taking a gentle but firm grip on the back of your neck and pulling her own hips away. “Not until I say so,” you whine a bit but stop struggling.

Kika leans back over you, her delight in your eagerness and clear enjoyment of your predicament tempered momentarily by a need to make absolutely certain that this is what you want. “The usual safeword?” Kika says gently, tempering the rough urgency in her voice.

“Bread,” you say, wrinkling your nose. 

Kika rolls her eyes. “That's got to be the weirdest safeword I've ever heard.”

You shrug as best as you can in your restraints. “Hey, they say to pick the least sexy thing you can think of, so…”

Kika snorts and then says, “All right.” Leaning back, she gives your ass another pair of sharp slaps, more noise than force, but it’s enough to make your hips jerk back towards her again. 

“Just remember, you asked for this,” Kika growls, rubbing her hand across the marks to soothe their sting. All you can manage in return is a low groan.

Kika takes a moment to line up the head of her strap with your entrance, then pushes all the way in with one long, smooth stroke. You respond beautifully, arching your back and moaning louder with every inch that slips inside. Soon Kika sheathed all the way inside of her, gasping at the sensation of your inner walls clinging to her, though she knew the best was yet to come. Kika pulls her hips back, dragging a whine out of you that turns into a whimper when the head of her strap brushes up against the full, throbbing spot along your inner wall. Kika holds herself there for a second, nearly trembling with the urge to thrust back in, but she’s got to get revenge for the merciless way you teased her somehow. Finally, just when she’s sure she can’t stand another moment of this and she’s just going to have to give you what you want, you let out a broken cry: “You can be a little rougher, y’know. I'm not exactly delicate.”

“Fuck,” Kika grunts, slamming her hips forward. Then she’s off like a shot, pounding at a harsh pace, the fastest she can manage, and still be sure that she’s hitting the right spot on every stroke. The way you’re writing and tugging against your bonds tells her that she’s succeeding, and Kika allows herself a small, triumphant grin. While finesse doesn’t matter nearly so much to you when she’s been teased and tormented to the very edge of orgasm, right now they’re just starting out, and a more disciplined approach is required. There will be plenty of time later for the brutal fucking that you’re currently demanding in between gasps.

Speaking of finesse, Kika lets go of her hold on one of your hips and reaches around to find your clit. She has to bite her lip against a moan when she feels how hard it is, straining out from beneath its hood, and she rubs it gently, knowing that when it’s like this it’s easy to overstimulate. Her efforts are very clearly appreciated: at the first touch of her fingers, your entire body gives a jolt, and Kika can feel your pussy clench down around her strap. The sudden tightness makes the shorter edge of the strap press against Kika’s inner walls, and the moan that she’d managed to curtail escapes her throat. 

Annoyed at her own loss of control, Kika fucks you just a bit harder, while punishing you by removing her hand from your clit and using it to deliver a sharp smack to your ass. “If you can’t behave, I might have to stop altogether,” she growls, and that makes you writhe against her bonds.

“No!”

“Then stop trying to make me come before I’m ready,” Kika says, still in the same dark tone, although she can’t help but think that she might already be a lost cause. You’re just so fucking sexy like this, pushing your hips back to meet Kika’s every thrust and squeezing down so deliciously around her strap that every time Kika has to pull back is more agonizingly pleasurable than the last. She can feel her own clit pulsing with need, and as she reaches back down to resume toying with you, she also adjusts the angle of her strokes so that the base of the strap presses against it when she pushes back in.

Despite the wetness gushing out around the strap, your pussy is getting tighter and tighter, making thrusting harder but so much more wonderful. Kika has abandoned the attempt to keep quiet and is letting out low groans at nearly the same rate as your loud cries. You are thrashing against your bonds, desperate for more of the rough plunge of Kika’s strap and the increasingly harsh ministrations of Kika’s hand, and Kika knows that you're getting so, so close. 

Abandoning your clit, Kika reaches forward to take a firm but gentle grip under your chin, trying to ignore the way that your frantically pounding pulse is making her inner walls flutter. She urges you to lift your head and then leans over you again, sacrificing force for the incredible sensation of your sweat-slicked bodies pressing together. “Tell me what you need,” Kika whispers roughly into your ear.

You only respond with a moan, and with the last ounce of willpower you possess, Kika forces her hips to still. The result is a louder moan, nearly a wail. “Kika!”

“Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you,” Kika repeats her voice anything but steady as her body fights against what she’s denying. “But I won’t give you anything if you can’t tell me.”

“Kika, please, just….fuck me!”

It’s not exactly the most articulate response, but it’s all that Kika needs. With a low, broken groan, Kika resumes pounding into you, no longer trying for anything but speed and force. You're so tight that it doesn’t matter at this point, every stroke is hitting the right spot. Kika lets go of her hold on your hips in order to brace both of her hands on the bed by your head, using the additional leverage to thrust all the harder she can. Kika’s rising to her own peak so quickly that she’s becoming seriously worried about her ability to last, but in the end, she doesn’t need to worry.

Your entire body stiffens into one taut arch, and you let out a full-throated scream as you come, your pussy clamping tightly around the strap splitting you open and releasing wave after wave of wetness to go pouring down your legs. Kika’s own release comes moments after, her entire body shaking with its intensity as she struggles to keep her hips moving, fucking you through the entirety of your orgasm and extending it as long as she can. But it’s too much, the sensations are too intense and eventually, she collapses against your back, panting hotly across your neck. For a while, that’s all you both can manage, quick, hoarse gasps as you both try to settle your breathing.

You regain your voice first, “That was…incredible,” you say, and while Kika can't see your face, your grin is dripping from your voice like honey. All Kika can manage is a tired huff of laughter in response, but she's sure you understand.

“However,” you continue, “do you think you could untie me? My hips are starting to cramp up.”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry,” Kika says, scrambling to do as you ask. It’s not easy at first, she’s still trembling from the force of her orgasm and her hands aren't inclined to be steady as she works to undo her knots, but she manages it, and you are soon free to stretch gratefully, letting out a satisfied hum as your back cracks.

“Mmm, yes. Now that is almost as good as sex.”

Kika looks up from where she’d been checking your wrists over for marks or bruising to give you a hurt look. You grin back at her playfully. “I said almost.”

Kika huffs, but she's too happy to even pretend to be grumpy. Once she's satisfied that you've suffered no lasting damage, she flops down against the pillows and then tickles you, “Serves you right,” Kika mumbles into your neck, pulling you into her arms. 

You don’t even offer token resistance, you just melt against her as your bones have taken on the consistency of warm taffy. Kika feels happiness and the warm tingly glow of a supremely satisfying orgasm filling her up to the brim, and the girl in her arms is the person she loves most in the world, and she's going to get to fall asleep with you and wake up with you forever and ever. 

You giggle, breaking the spell. Kika glares down at you. “What’s so funny?”

“Well, your strap is kind of poking me in the thigh.”

Kika groans, abruptly reminded that she's still wearing the strap-on. She attempts to free herself from the confusing mess of straps and buckles, but she doesn't have to struggle for long before she feels soft hands helping her. Together, you both get the whole thing off her hips and out of her and deposit it in the top drawer of the toy chest. “Probably should clean that,” you murmur, settling back against Kika.

“Probably should,” Kika replies, half asleep already, her hand stroking up and down the smooth line of your back lazily. “Not gonna do it tonight.”

Kika feels you shake in quiet laughter for a moment, then quiet. After a beat of silence, Kika hears you murmur drowsily, “Love you, baby.”

“Love you too,” Kika says and falls asleep with a soft smile on her face.

[kleftiko]

hey i have a request! could you do pining!hawks x reader with trust issues? maybe kind of like a slow burn? you don’t have to do nsfw if you’re not comfortable with it!

❦ SORRY

cw: mature, mdni!, gn!reader, a bit of angst (okay a lot of angst is from your reactions😭)

PART 2

i can’t really do a slow burn in one sitting :/ but i do love me some pining hawks :)

if he were a puppy, his tail would be wagging every time he saw you. keigo was an innocent lover. maybe his desires weren’t innocent, but he grew up within the hero commission, he never had the chance to love and lose or have a broken heart.

when his eyes first landed on you, he finally got to experience all those feelings he never got a chance to.

and you were patient with him.

you might have been the same age as him but you were mature. you had relationships (wether romantic, platonic, or other) that gave you knots, tears, and bruises.

his crush was endearing, and you were patient with him. smiling when he said something sweet, telling him off when he overstepped a boundary, but you would never accept his propositions to go for drinks, or dinner. happy go lucky was never absolute. and though he called himself an optimist, there will always come a time when he puts you down. when he’ll leave you for someone else.

you truly believed that his crush was just that—a crush. if you gave in, he’d eventually tire and dispose of you.

but he was relentless.

the sweet flowers ‘anonymously’ arranged on your desk of yellow and red to match his colour palette. and chocolates for white day even though you didn’t get him anything the month before.

then there was the fact that whenever you spoke, his entire body turned to face you, sharp eyes glued to you. or when he would zoom in front of you just to hold open the door.

he was breaking you down.

actually, if you took the time to step back and look at the bigger picture, you would see that he already broke down your walls. otherwise, you would have found another job. boy, were you stubborn.

“you’re right, you’re right, we need move the event.” hawks sighed and crossed his arms before he flashed you his boyish grin. “how ‘bout we talk logistics over dinner?”

“can’t, i have a date with my instant ramen.” you didn’t bother to keep eye contact as you filed away things.

“i like ramen!” he said as you stood up, his feet padded behind you as you moved down the hall. “i actually make some pretty good shin, i top it with eggs and everything. i’m not asking you on a date—you know—you told me you’re not looking to go out. so i thought we could just hang out, like, friends, y’know? so i can come over, or you can come to mine—or if you wanna be fancy we can go out and get ramen—”

you shook your head at him and turned around to walk backwards.

“keigo, you’re adorable—“ but you overestimated your coordination, the heel of your foot catching the rise in the carpet as you began to fall back.

that would never happen with the no. 2 hero, though, who swiftly grasped your hips, pulling against the momentum of gravity and into his chest. a small ‘oof’ slipped out of your lips at the contact, and you looked up at him.

his eyes and smile were bright. “i’m adorable?”

you were trapped by his eyes. those stupid, optimistic, yellow eyes that drew you closer and closer until, before you knew it, your lips were on his.

your fingers perched softly on his chest. his hands froze, then moved about your body in awkward motions before relaxing and pulling you close. it was clear you took him by surprise, but he wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity.

his lips were soft and comforting, and if you could, you would spend the day kissing him, instead you subconsciously pressed your body into his, feeling keigo’s excited between his legs pressing against you. you wanted to just give in, have him explore your body like he always showed you how eager he was. you wanted to melt into his embrace and feel his skin on yours.

after that, though, he’d get bored with you. the excitement would wear out, and he’d go looking elsewhere.

that thought pulled you out of the trance.

you stepped out of his hold, breaths coming out a little too quickly. and your wrist harshly swiped at your lips, almost as if wiping off his kiss. you missed the hurt and broken expression on keigo’s face.

“sorry.” your voice was hard.

you didn’t give him another look at you walked away.

[a-random-weeb]

Hi! Hope your having a good day!! May i request a BSD men with a really aggresive signifigant other. Tsundere-ish, but somewhat polite to respected elders and animals. Like bugs and cats, dogs, etc. I express my deepest gratitude. Sorry about the long requests. Have a magnificent day!!

You're long request is much appreciated. I thank you for your request, for I was running out of ideas. (I can't talk fancy, désolé pour mon mauvais Anglais et mon mauvais Français. Je suis canadien, je devrais savoir français 😭)

Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa

BSD men with a tsundere type girl

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Dazai:

•He probably saw you talking to Fukuzawa first and probably thought you were naturally a polite person

•The perfect target to annoy, or so he thought.

•The shock on his face when you get mad and kick him in the shins was almost hilarious

•He thinks the pout on your face is so cute though!

•He annoys you more often, and ends up falling for you

•And now you two are somehow together

•The teasing is at an all time high with him

•he begins to learn your attack mannerisms and starts to dodge you

•From that point on you start lunging at him, and he lets you because he doesn't want you to fall

•If your short and don't knock him over, he holds you to his chest and is flirty. He looks down at you with this damn calm smirk that even makes me blush and I don't even simp for him!

•If you're tall/strong and do push him over, then you'll end up on top of him

"Oh? Really eager are we?"

•Either way he loves the blush on your face

•Bonus points if you go quiet, you're whole face red, and forget to attack him

•He takes note of what makes you flustered to fluster you more

•Your guys relationship would be so cute.

‧+˚ ♪♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧+˚ ♪♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧+˚ ♪♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧+˚ ♪♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ

Chuuya:

•Hes out walking his Chihuahua (ik he has one, I just know it) and you come up and ask to pet it really excitedly

•He finds it a bit odd an adult would ask that, but agrees anyway

•He finds you cute and asks your name

•He feels confused when you glare up at him like "Why do you need to know?"

"Just curious" he shrugs

"While don't be!" You hiss and go back to cuddling his dog

•Now he's super confused

•By the end of it, he somehow gets your number and that escalates into a relationship

•I feel like you would fight a lot

•Not big heated fights, just both of you are always angry fights (yk what I mean)

•Even when you hit him though, he doesn't hit you back, just dodges

•He totally uses his ability to lift you up in the air a little though, just to piss you off a little more

•its his form of teasing, even if he acts angry

•He finds you too cute ♡

(I love him-)

❀*ੈ✩‧+˚❀*ੈ✩‧+˚❀*ੈ✩‧+˚❀*ੈ✩‧+˚❀*ੈ✩‧

Akutagawa:

(You're already in a relationship with him

•He's a bit confused why you yell and hit at him at first

•Your hits don't even hurt that much

•Eventually, (like 7 months 😭) he catches on

•He doesn't know what to do when you get angry, so he just stands there with a blank expression, but internally panicking

•He's glad you've never actually tried to pick a heated fight with him though

•Every time you hit him he just awkwardly hugs you to calm you down

•he begins to think it's kind of cute when you blush as he hugs you

ו♪∆ו♪∆ו♪∆ו♪∆ו♪∆ו♪∆ו♪∆ו♪∆ו♪∆ו♪∆ו♪∆ו

[eisdendrobium]

where's my happily ever after?

pairing : childe x reader genre : fluff to angst summary : he was your everything, and so you thought you were his too. a/n : this is basically just a vent fic

read pt.2 : reader’s letter for childe

"promise i'll take you to the lantern rite" he smiled. you blush a bit at his statement as you hit his side jokingly "yea right, you better keep that promise ajax" he chuckles "you can always count on me princess"

"fuck off you're cringe" you complained and push him from your side. "what can i say? i'm a charmer" he walks back to your side with a dashing grin "yea right" you replied.

it was a breezy afternoon in bishui plain, a perfect day to take a peaceful walk to clear your mind. but as you were walking peacefully you see a silhouette of a man gliding from behind

"fancy seeing you here" you turn around to face childe. as he walks towards you silently, when he's almost by your side, you turn your body to continue your walk again but stop when you see the sight from the side of your eyes.

childe is kneeling down on one knee, hands stretched, holding a couple of beautiful qixing flower. seeing that, you blush, hard. and you could see that childe is also blushing as he lets out a laugh

you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, too shocked to speak. childe then stands up and regain his composure, he hands you the flowers and starts to walk towards the plains, you catching up to him.

"found them on the top of some hill, thought i could pick some up for you" he shrugs, you stare at the flowers in awe, tints of red could still be seen in your cheeks. "uh, thanks i guess?" "you are very welcome" he gave you his signature wink and grin.

the both of you then enjoy the rest of the walk in silence and sat down together near the city to watch the sunset.

"have you heard? childe's dating the traveler" xiangling, who's sitting with you said out of the blue

that caught you off guard and you look up to her, eyes widened "what?" "yeah, i heard her talking to paimon about it a while ago" you were baffled. i mean, just yesterday he knelt down in front of you, handing you flowers, just yesterday you spent your afternoon with him watching the sunset. and now he's dating the traveler?

no amount of word could express how you feel right now. sad? shocked? ashamed? betrayed? angry? you don't even know, they're circling inside you, wanting to explode.

xiangling who was oblivious of the fact that you have deep feelings for the eleventh fatui harbinger just continue to talk, yet you pay no mind to any of her words. you stood up and politely excuse yourself to her.

as you walk towards your home you can't help but let your tears fall, the scenery is beautiful, the moon high up in the sky, shinning brightly with clouds covering a part of it, the birds flying in the sky and the sound of fishes in the pond. it's the perfect night, just not for you.

you walk and walk by yourself as you drown yourself with thoughts and tears.

the next morning, you woke up from your restless night and you decide to take a breath in the hills, but guess it's just your lucky day for as soon as you teleported to the top of wuwang hill you see childe there, he turn around to see you and looked just as shocked.

not ready to talk to him yet, you averts your gaze to the grass and walk towards the empty spot near him, you don't want it to seem obvious you know about him and traveler but at the same time you still needed space to clear your mind, so you just stay quiet.

"hey, you good? you looked like you haven't sleep in ages" childe tries to spark up a conversation "yeah, didn't sleep at all." you replied shortly.

childe tries a couple of new topics but you shut down all of them, sensing that you want some time by yourself, he left you alone. "you seem like you need space, i'll excuse myself then" he pats your shoulder and left.

you sat on the grass and tears starts falling again, call it dramatic but the feeling of heartbreak just never hit you this hard. he's your first love and first heart break. you've always prepare yourself for any heartbreak that'll come to you, yet this just seem to have hit you a lot harder than what you'd expect.

days passed and you could see that childe is also drifting away from you. what seemed like a couple of greetings turns into stares, and hatred towards each other.

just when you're ready to be friend him again, childe makes it obvious that he didn't want anything to do with you anymore.

"ajax, didn't expect to see you here" childe turns to you "yeah? didn't expect to see you here too" he reply shortly and not long after that he left to meet the traveler.

you see how childe went towards traveler and starts laughing together, walking further away from you. you let out a chuckle "so we’re not going to the lantern rite you promised me huh?” you say to no one in particular

apparently this is how it ends, and you thought he’d be more then just a chapter. what a blessing it is to meet ajax, and such a curse loving him.

[corvennite]

simon riley x reader (fem & black coeded!)

cw: just pure fluff and him calling u 'poppet' and 'honey' (very short btw!)

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Simon was an amazing boyfriend, on the contrary of what many people who only knew him from his job thought. He was sweet, kind and patient with you — well, he tried his best always. The weekends were always reserved for you both, he didn't like going out that much either way thinking that parties got boring too fast and some restaurants were just not it, besides, both of you preferred the cozy and fresh air of your home.

You were laying on the couch with that giant of a man on top of you, bare chest and arms showing off those tattoos he took pride in since he knew you loved them so much. His eyes were focusing on the TV show he picked up, something related to. His hand went to your hair tugging on one of your curls, he flickered around his finger and took to smell it moving his eyes up to yours.

"did you change your shampoo?" he asked a bit confused, smelling it again.

"hm? I did, why? you didn't like it?" you looked at him, furrowing your brows and seeing how he toyed with your hair.

"I did ye', it smells like cherries..." he smiled briefly, gorgeous brown eyes looking up at you.

He sat up a bit, his hands on your waist almost tickling but only rubbing the skin up and down, he took the view of you as he always enjoyed. His hand came to rest softly on your thighs, playing around with the shorts you wore, distracted.

"you know I— I was downtown yesterday with Johnny, I bought a thing for ya''. he said looking at the TV, fist closed hitting softly his open palmed. He seemed a bit unsure.

"oh, a gift? where's it?" he could feel the smile on your lips, teasing as you crossed your arms.

Simon looked down at you for a brief second before standing up and going towards the first floor, soon enough he came back with heavy steps and handed a box at you. All tied up with a cute ribbon and nice package, he put so much effort into these things, it was heart filling.

Sitting up on the sofa you smiled at him, taking the package from his hand delicately and placing down your lap. He was anxious to see your reaction, he always got a bit nervous picking things up for you since he was scared you wouldn't like it. Your fingers undid the ribbon, pulling up the box cover, it was a bracelet. A pure silver one with beautiful red gems and looked so damn expensive, your eyes widened, he sat down and looked into your eyes then back down to the gift.

"oh my god, Simon..." you said a bit in awe, usually you didn't receive gifts like this, that fancy, so it was new. "this looks too expensive you shouldn't—"

"sush, none of that now doll, just bought because it would match well with your pretty skin and that earrings set you have too." he reached out to the box, taking the bracelet with care in his rough pads. "gimme your wrist."

You extended your wrist as he said, Simon opened the bracelet and put it on you. It fitted perfectly, your brows furrowed with a bit of confusion, how did he know your wrist size?

"since when you know the size?" you asked, smiling at him and checking the iced bracelet out. such a pretty sight.

"got keep an eye on my poppet, so, what do you say?" he waited for your answer, arms crossed checking your wrist with a smudge.

"I think you're pretty smart, Simon Riley." you teased, putting the box away from your lap. "and I think, you deserve a gift too..."

You leaned against his frame, his arms opening to welcome you into a warm embrace around your waist, soft giggles before diving into a passionate kiss. He was a passionate man after all, even if the gems on your wrist cost thousands, you were priceless to this man, but he liked to keep pretty things like you shinning.

[artaxlivs]

Ooh I love it!

It's already past midnight here and I really should be in bed already but I had to send in an ask!

I'll ask for a treat! 🍧🍩🍪🍬🍯🎂🧁🍫🍭😘

Anything is fine by me I don't think I have any hard no's and any rating is also fine!

Can't wait for the ooky spooky/Halloween vibes!

☠️⚰️🎃👻💀🕷️🕸️😈🗡️🖤

Treat it is babes!

"Steve, come on," Dustin wheedles, "You promised!"

"I know, I'm doing it, I just think you should have warned me there would be a wig." Especially since he could have saved the 30 minutes it had taken to make his hair look this naturally perfect. Steve sighs and pulls the scraggly brown wig on. "Who am I again?"

All four of the boys are barefoot, wearing pants cut off at the shins, button up shirts and suspenders. Dustin and Lucas are in vests. All five of them warm against the autumn chill in thick capes. Most of Steve's outfit is in varying shades of dark brown. The boots are kind of fancy and the fake sword on his hip is kinda cool. He's not gonna admit that part but it's bringing out some long forgotten little boy urge to have a pretend sword fight on the front lawn.

Sighing, Lucas says, "You're Aragorn, the rightful king of Gondor. In the Lord of the Rings books. He's the badass." He clips a smaller sword to his own belt, "remember we told you about Gondor?"

Sort of. Steve was only half listening.

Mike yanks open the basement door that leads to the side yard, "Let's go, I heard Eddie's van pull up!"

The boys all excitedly race out, empty pillow cases flapping behind them. There's so shrieking and Steve hears Robin excitedly shouting about hobbits. Steve's pretty sure that's what Dustin said the boys were. Finally he heads outside, pulling the door shut behind him.

He doesn't even make it around the house before Eddie's grabbing his arm and dragging him back inside to shove him against the basement door. "Harrington. You need to warn me if you're going to dress up like every wet dream I've ever had." The kiss is too wet and too aggressive but Steve's very into it.

Between one breath and the next Eddie is dropping to his knees and pulling at the fastener on Steve's pants. "Oh my god, Steve, I can't - fuck, Jesus, this is, oh my god, just shut up." '

"I haven't even said anything." Steve gasps as he dick is freed from his pants.

"Boys? Are you still down there?" Mrs. Wheeler calls down from the top of the stairs and Steve immediately stills.

"It's just me Mrs. Wheeler, I needed to fix my costume before we start walking around." Steve calls up, pushing Eddie's hands off of him and tucking himself back in carefully. "Headed out now, I'll keep an eye on them." He smacks Eddie's roving hands and drags his boyfriend up to shove out him out the basement door.

Pulling Eddie along behind him, Steve says with a smug little smile, glad he at least remembers this part, "Come on, Gondor calls for aid."

"Oh fuck you, Harrington." Eddie growls.

[mamaladeskies]

Shutline is Nasty Business

I happened upon Shutline the animation by chance as I was surfing an unnamed website for the next thing to watch when the poster of Jake and Shin caught my eye.

Tell me, how could I pass this? Look at their shadow!

I pressed play immediately, expecting a buddy cop show because I didn't read the description -- descriptions are for the weak, plus this is as adventurous as I get. What I did not expect was the low budget animation and the nastiness (compliment)!

Yoh, I'll be honest, I was about to dip and skip this anime because the characters look like paper-people with a voice actor slapped on top, and frankly after reading the manhwa, I stand by it.

But! The moment the show started to linger on Shin's features, I had to find out where this was going. I'm talking like precious seconds dedicated to Shin's ass.

I was not disappointed. Shortly after, Shin was on his knees paying homage to Jake's glorious manhood. This is fancy speak for Shin was giving Jake a bj in public.

My eyes were nearly watering in disbelief! I don't think I've seen something this mature in animation, to be fair though I don't watch a lot of anime. The closest thing may be Citrus but it was not this mature. Citrus was mainly sensual with lots of kissing and it had a semblance of a plot. Shutline's plot did not make sense, so while I kept watching for the mature content I was also trying to understand what the hell was going on.

At the end of 5 episodes each 5 or 6 minutes long, I was thoroughly confused. It made sense that the next course of action was reading the manhwa.

I finished Vol 1 in a matter of hours, it's that good. The manhwa caters fully to my tastes: two masculine men, grey characters who are well developed, no declaration of love, instead their actions communicate it, an interesting action driven plot, slow burn, no heteronormativity, and aged-up characters who are actually mature.

The drawings were also really good; those of the characters, I especially love how Shin looks, and the background as well. It's obvious the author is not cutting corners.

Something else I need to commend is how the author was able to communicate their sexual tension in drawing. There's a scene where Jake goes to visit Shin at the garage and then we get these panels of Shin's muscular build and Jake being discreetly hot and bothered. The fact that Jake could get turned on by Shin's armpit... I'm in awe.

In girl love (gl) mangas that I've read when the author has panels focused on the women's intimate parts like boobs, sometimes I'm like, what was the reason! Because the woman might only be doing mundane stuff like reading with no love interest in site to warrant such close ups. Thanks to Shutline I've seen the potential of such close ups.

Which brings me to something else; the sex has greater purpose! When the characters had sex within the first several episodes I was sure I'd soon get bored if the story was stuffed full with them and do thorough skimming, but I was wholly satisfied to find that they're purposeful.

For one, yes it helps take their relationship to the next level -- one sex scene shows us how Jake is pushing his boundaries for Shin. And two, it's advancing the plot -- in Vol 2 Shin and Jake have a discussion that determines where the plot goes next while having sex. In this particular scene we also get to see Shin trick Jake which was interesting, finally my boy gets a point against Jake.

A nitpick I have is how Jake reminds me of Wilson Fisk from Into the Spiderverse, both Fisk and Jake fill the screen/panel and they both like black suits. I swear I am not reaching, I just can't unsee it.

I don't think I have a major critique of the manhwa yet. As for the animation; it's very obvious important back stories were cut so that you need to have read the manhwa to get it, what's majorly left is the mature scenes. This makes me think that the animation might be fan service. It is not a bad thing, but I definitely stand by the fact that the story itself is so good it deserves better.

This reddit user says that Shutline has the potential to rival KinnPorsche and I have to agree, but only if done well.

[atinylittlepain]

Firehouse Harrington - Chapter 7

fireman!Steve x f!reader/f!oc

series masterlist

Steve struggles watching his girl pave her way to a bright future. Will he be able to stand by her side? Or will he let his mind drown him in doubt?

warnings | 18+ SMUT, dubcon, rough sex, degradation, use of safe word, serious angst, alcoholism, y'all been warned

a/n | there's no two ways about it, this one is rough, heavy on the angst, light on everything else, thus is life with toxic steve

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She hasn’t felt this nervous in a long time. She looks at her reflection in the full length mirror of the hotel room, smoothing her palms down her dark green dress. It’s the most grown-up thing she’s ever worn, she had bought it just two weeks ago from a secondhand shop, a vintage fit and flare wrap that stopped at her shins, simple black heels on her feet. She needed to look adult tonight, professional, but dressy. The neuroscience department at her school was throwing its annual holiday banquet at one of the fancy hotels in the city, and she had been invited amongst a small number of other students. The faculty only invited those at the top of the class, and she knew it was a huge compliment, and also a huge opportunity. It’d be a chance to talk to the heads of the doctorate program at Indiana University, a golden ticket that she wanted badly. Needless to say, she was a tangle of nerves getting ready to head down to dinner. 

“Holy shit.” She’s broken out of her swimming mind by Steve’s breathy words, turning around to see him leaning against the bathroom door frame. She has to take a sharp inhale to stop herself from letting out her own curse at the sight of him. He’s wearing a perfectly fitted black suit, crisp white shirt underneath and a tie hanging undone around his neck. She’s never seen him cleaned up so nice. Her eyes finally flit up to his face, seeing the slack expression as he takes her in. She blushes under his hungry gaze, quickly moving over to him and getting to work on his tie. He rests his palms on her waist, dipping slightly to squeeze at the softness of her hips. 

“Thank you– you look so fucking beautiful right now.” She finishes doing his tie, smoothing her palm down the length of it before finally looking back up at him. His eyes are practically melting at the sight of her, all soft and sweet. She leans up to plant a quick kiss to his lips.

“You’re welcome, handsome. God– I just feel nervous.” She chews at her bottom lip, brow creasing as she looks at him. Steve is quick to bring his palm up to her jaw, thumb lightly coaxing her deep frown away.

“Don’t be, huh? Already know you’re gonna be the smartest one in the room, honey. Nothing to worry about.” She snorts, shaking her head lightly.

“I doubt that. But, thank you, Stevie. I guess we should probably head down.” He nods, stealing one more kiss from her before resting his hand on her low back as they head out.

“I’ve got you, baby. Be right beside you.”

…

Steve is out of his fucking depth, and he realizes it very quickly once they get down to the banquet hall. First of all, he hasn’t worn a suit in years, the only reason he has this one is because his mom sent it to him to wear to his grandma’s funeral three years ago. He’s just lucky it still fits. Second of all, the instant they walk in, people are on her. It’s clear she’s golden to these people, a top student with promising prospects, and while Steve wants to only feel proud of her, he can’t help but feel frustrated by how he has no goddamn clue what they’re talking about. Phrases are getting thrown around like “ischemic infarction” and “diffusion tensor imaging” and “ideomotor apraxia” like these are things normal people talk about. But it’s clear that it is stuff she normally talks about by how easily she can work the conversation with these eggheads. 

Meanwhile, everytime she introduces him to another colleague of hers, Steve gets a little more tense under his shirt collar. He can see the question on their faces when she tells them what he does for a living, a look that says why the hell is she with him? As the night continues and all he can do is smile and nod, pretending to understand what they’re talking about, Steve starts to wonder the same thing.

Ever since Thanksgiving, Steve has been trying hard to be better for her. He even started seeing a shrink at the VA center once a week, something that he still thinks is useless, but he really likes the proud look she gets when he tells her he has another appointment. He stopped drinking, at the therapist’s behest, and hadn’t had even a glass of wine since November, but he’d be hard pressed to admit that it really has been calming down his headaches. He’s trying everything he can to keep her, but tonight, he’s never felt so close to losing her as he watches her shmooze out a path for her future. Steve excuses himself from her side, and while she shoots him a questioning look, she’s quickly folded back into a conversation about something called transcortical sensory aphasia. He sulks over to the bar, and for the first time in a month, he orders a drink.

…

She only catches a glimpse of Steve out of the corner of her eye, her stomach drops when she sees that he’s at the bar. She nearly excuses herself from the small group that’s collected around her, but just then someone blocks her view of Steve. The man is tall, in a smart, navy-blue suit, dark curly hair and a crooked grin as he holds out his hand to her. 

“So you must be the one everybody’s talking about. Pleasure to finally meet you, I’m Thomas Klein. I’m one of the–” She cuts him off, eyes wide.

“Oh! I know who you are. You’re the doctoral candidate doing research with Professor Malcolm– it’s fascinating stuff you’re working on, really.” She’s completely embarrassed by her outburst, but the man seems to take it in stride, raising an eyebrow at her and smiling. The truth was, everyone in the department was talking about Thomas and his groundbreaking work looking at language circuitry. He was sure to be published by the end of the year and receive his degree in one fell swoop. He was practically a celebrity amongst the neuro students.

“Well, I’m flattered that the golden girl of the neuro department has heard of me. And I’m not only a doctoral candidate, you know. I also happen to be on the admissions board for the graduate program.” She smiled brightly, shaking his hand back.

“I wasn’t aware of that, congratulations, that’s a huge responsibility I’m sure.” She absolutely had been aware of it, and had been hoping to talk to this man tonight in fact. But he didn’t need to know that. 

“It certainly is. But students like you make my job easy.” Her heart jumps in her throat at his words. She had applied to several graduate programs, but she wanted so badly to stay at IU to continue her studies. She told herself it was because the supervising professors were doing research in the areas she was interested in, but deep down she knew a large part of it was wanting to stay close to Steve. She grins at Thomas and he offers her his arm.

“I think we’re getting ready to sit down for dinner, I’d love to hear more about your research proposal. May I take you to your seat?” She nods, loosely taking his elbow as they walk over to the table. She glances briefly over her shoulder, trying to find Steve in the crowd, but Thomas once again draws her attention away as he begins asking her questions about her area of study.

…

Steve’s had two tumblers of whiskey, but when he sees some guy putting his hand on her low back and walking her over to the banquet table, something burns harder inside him than booze ever could. He takes his glass with him, pressing up off the bar and stalking through the crowd. He sees red as he watches the man pull out her seat for her, his head filling with static at the way she smiles at him as she sits down. The man takes the seat on her right and Steve is quick to slide in on her left. The fire licking up his spine is soothed for a moment as she turns and smiles at him. He brings his arm to rest on the back of her chair, shifting to turn slightly toward her. Her eyes dart to the table where his other hand is resting around his glass, the ghost of a frown pulling at her lips that she’s quick to hide.

“Hi, Stevie. Let me introduce you to Thomas Klein. He’s an admissions fellow for the doctorate program here.” Steve tries to stretch a tight-lipped smile across his face, nodding at the man, Thomas Klein, who holds out his hand for Steve to shake. He’s quick to take his hand away from the brisk squeeze, settling it back around his glass.

“You must be the firefighter boyfriend. I just think that’s great that you serve our city like that. Hats off to you, man.” Steve’s fingers flex around his glass. He glances at her before settling his gaze on the man who’s offering him a grin he’d like to wipe clean off his face.

“Thanks, yeah, it’s, uh, it’s good work.” Thomas doesn’t seem too interested in hearing anything else he has to say, focusing his sights back on her.

“So, you were just starting to tell me about your research proposal.” He glances at Steve before continuing, “has she told you about this?” Steve’s jaw ticks, he shakes his head. She never talked about grad school stuff with him. She brings her hand to the top of Steve’s thigh, squeezing lightly.

“Well, I’d like to look at neuronal changes and regeneration in concussion patients.” Steve feels his stomach drop. He’s not really listening anymore, static once again in his mind, the voices around him a low hum in his ears. The only thing he can really think about is what Eddie had said a few weeks back to her.

“Is that why you’re with Steve? Are you running experiments on him?” 

He tosses back the rest of his drink, craning his neck to find a waiter to signal for a top-up. 

…

She has Thomas practically eating out of her hand over dinner as he gushes about her work. Steve, however, is a different story. She’s been trying to keep track of how many times he’s had that glass refilled, but she’s lost count as she struggles to keep a worried eye on him while also presenting herself well to a group of people who could literally hold her future in their hands. 

He’s sulking, she knows this look well, and she figures it’s his all too familiar jealousy creeping in from the way he’s openly glaring at Thomas. Quite frankly, she’s starting to get pissed that he’s acting this way when she’s on cloud nine at how well this night is going for her. She keeps her hand on his thigh, checking in with light squeezes every now and then, but Steve is unmoveable in his brooding stupor. The only sign of acknowledgement she gets is his hand that’s draped over her chair brushing her arm from time to time. She’s realizing that he must be really drunk to be so quiet. She had learned early on that drunk Steve ran a spectrum. It was at about a moderate drunkenness that he got loud and violent, but she actually preferred that to this stage, the point where Steve had gotten enough drink in him to go practically catatonic. 

“So Steve, what do you think about all of this one’s amazing work?” Thomas has turned his attention back on him. Steve tilts his head back a bit, eyeing Thomas. She winces at the low grumble of his voice. Yeah, he is really drunk.

“Well I guess it’s all a bit over my head. But it’s certainly something else.” She doesn’t have time to cringe at his words, not when he’s leaning in and planting an unpleasantly wet kiss on her cheek that she tries not to flinch away from. Steve huffs, slumping back in his seat. She’s scared to see Thomas’ reaction, but he appears unphased by it, maybe just interpreting it as a sweet moment of affection. But she knows better. That wasn’t affection. That was a reminder of a claim. Steve seems done with the interaction, but Thomas isn’t quite finished.

“Have you ever thought about going back to school yourself?” She takes a sharp inhale, her shoulders tensing at his question. She’s afraid to even see what Steve’s expression is now.

“You know, Thomas. I really haven’t. Probably couldn’t hack it with the likes of you.” Thomas laughs, but she’s horrified.

“Steve.” He just huffs, raising his hand to flag another waiter down to fill up his glass. She grabs his wrist and presses it back down on the table. He glares at her, but she’s too upset to care. When she speaks, it’s a hushed whisper. She hates how much like her mom she sounds.

“You’ve had enough for the night. I think you oughta just go lay down. I’ll be up later.” His eyes flash, something that she thinks could be hurt, but it’s gone just as quick and he scoffs, shaking his head. He slowly gets up from his seat, letting his hand linger heavy on her shoulder before he turns and shuffles out of the banquet hall. She knows it could have been worse, that Steve could have made a scene like he used to when they first started dating. She really thought they had worked past that. Obviously not.

…

When Steve gets back up to the hotel room, he promptly keels over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach as his head starts to pound. He rests his forehead against the cool porcelain, letting out a garbled groan. His mind is a swirling flash of words and images. What Eddie had said, the way she was smiling at Thomas, and the way she looked at him when she told him to leave. Perhaps mercifully, it wasn’t long before his thoughts were silenced by the sweet slip of sleep that tugged him under, slumping him down splayed on the bathroom floor.

…

The party went late, much later than she expected. But, it was a huge success. She gets onto the elevator with two offers from supervising professors to pick up her research proposal, as well as a shining recommendation from Thomas for the graduate program. She can’t help but smile to herself, heels in her hand, as she rides up to her hotel room floor. However, the minute the doors open, her stomach sinks as she’s reminded of what, or who, is waiting for her down the hall. She sighs as she unlocks the door, rolling her shoulders back and bracing for whatever mess she’s about to walk into.

She’s surprised to find him sitting in an armchair, his back to her as he seems to be looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. She drops her heels with a soft thud that he doesn’t turn his head to acknowledge. When he speaks his voice is hoarse, but clearly sobered up. His casual tone scares her more than his shouting ever could.

“How was the rest of your night?” She quietly pads over to stand in front of him. He keeps his gaze firmly on the horizon, not even glancing her way.

“I-it was really good actually. I think they’re gonna take me on next year.” He sniffs.

“So am I gonna have to come into your little lab? Or have you already gotten what you need from me?” She’s shocked by his words. She hadn’t even considered that this was what he got so upset about. While he had made it clear he didn’t want anyone digging around in his head, she thought he’d at least be proud that she wanted to study something that so clearly affected him. That had clearly been a mistake on her part. She sighs, kneeling down next to his chair. She tries to take his hand in hers, but he jerks his arm away, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Steve, that isn’t what my research is about.” He finally looks at her, an angry glare that makes her heart jolt.

“Oh, it’s not? You can honestly tell me that you didn’t decide to study concussions because you’ve seen how fucked up I am? You’re not just trying to figure out why your boyfriend is such a fucking freak?” She rapidly shakes her head no, going to reach for him but thinking better of it, instead wringing her hands in her lap.

“That’s not it at all. Steve, I– I’m inspired by you– by your resilience.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes but she presses on.

“It’s true! I don’t think you’re a freak, Steve. I think you’re amazing. I only know a sliver of what you’ve been through– but the way that you keep going, keep trying? That’s why I want to do this work. That’s what I want to understand. How the human brain–”

“You know, I’ve heard enough talk about the human brain to last me a lifetime tonight.” She presses her lips in a thin line, feeling a prickly heat creeping up her throat, a combination of tears and her resurfacing anger. She lets out a bitter laugh that finally gets him to look at her again, obviously taken aback by the sudden shift.

“Why can’t you just be fucking happy for me? Goddamnit!” The volume of her voice surprises even her, but clearly not as much as it does Steve, whose brows have shot up his forehead, mouth agape. She’s practically seething as she glares at him, her fists clenched in her lap.

“Do you even care that I basically just got into grad school? Do you even care that I worked my ass off to get in at IU? Do you know why I did that, Steve?” He swallows hard.

“It was so I could stay close to you! You fucking asshole–”

“Did you fuck him?” She chokes on her words, face crumpling in confusion.

“What? Who are you even talking about?” They’re both standing now, pressing into each other’s space. Steve sneers.

“Oh, I think you know who I’m talking about, sweetie. You only had him practically up your skirt the whole dinner.” She scoffs.

“Are you seriously gonna do this? Is it that hard to believe that I’m getting in on merit alone? Is that how little you think of me?” His eyes are cold but his grin is wicked.

“Well, you’ve always been such a little slut for me. Not too hard to imagine you’re sharing the love with doctor dipshit.” It’s hard to fight with Steve, mostly because it seems like his anger never wavers. And he always fights dirty. But she on the other hand is already feeling the flames fizzle out into tears at his cruel words. She shrinks back from him, scrubbing harshly at her eyes.

“Fuck you, Steve. Just– fuck you.” She goes to walk away from him, but he grabs her arm, spinning her around and shoving her up against the window, his other hand pressing into her hip as she lets out a gasp. 

“What’d I tell you, huh? You don’t fucking walk away from me.” She shudders under his hard gaze.

“I’m not in the mood for this bullshit.” In a flash, his palm is splayed on her throat, fingers just digging in under her jaw and making her heave.

“See, I don’t believe that, doll. I’d bet all of Thomas Klein’s brain cells that you’re soaking your panties right now. I know you. And I know you like a fight.” She can’t respond, can’t even think with the way his grip on her throat is pressing in closer and closer until it’s all she can do to take quick gasps of breaths. Just as dark spots start to muddle her vision, he lets go and she slumps into his grip, coughing on ragged inhales. All she can focus on is the dark chuckle vibrating in his chest and the tears that are now dripping down her face. Steve’s palms drag down her thighs, rucking up the skirt of her dress before letting it fall back in place, squeezing at the swell of her hips.

“Such a pretty dress, doll. Who’d you dress up for tonight, hmm? Wanted to look nice and proper for all your colleagues?” Her head is still reeling as she presses back up against the cool glass. Steve drags his hands up, harshly squeezing at her breasts before skimming along the dipping neckline of her dress. His gentle touch is a stark contrast to the way he grabs the neckline and rips it straight down the middle, tearing the fabric right down to her navel. She gasps in shock at his action, a pure knife of despair twisting deep in her belly. 

She goes to speak, or even push him away, but he’s already overwhelming her again as he shoves two of his fingers into her mouth, making her choke at the way he presses down on her tongue.

“Little slut like you doesn’t need a dress like this, isn’t that right?” He’s a barrage of hands that she can’t cut through as he takes his fingers from her mouth and immediately bunches her skirt up, shoving his hand down the front of her panties and roughly dipping inside her. She hates the satisfied look on his face, but can’t deny the pleasure that instantly runs up her spine. 

“Ah, baby, I guess I was right. You feel how wet you are for me? Do you hear it?” She does, the squelching of his fingers as he thrusts up inside her ringing in her ears. They’ve always walked a fine line between play and pain, a line often blurred by high tempers. But she’s never seen this look in his eyes. It’s cold, almost vacant, and it makes her shudder in his hold.

 He’s ruthless as he fucks her with his fingers, all but taking her breath away to the point that she can only meekly gasp out his name a few times before he’s painfully pushing her over the edge of pleasure, a broken sob racking her body as she spasms around his fingers. He laughs in her ear before pulling her by her hips over to the bed and roughly jostling her down onto the mattress, pinning her down with his own hips.

“Steve, please. Will you look at me? Just stop for a second.” He pauses in his movements, his arms framing her head as he meets her gaze for an instant, but he’s gone in a flash, eyes glazing over.

“Tell me, baby. How does Thomas like it?” He sits back on his haunches, quickly shucking off his shirt and unfastening his pants. He pulls out his cock, fisting himself as he hovers back over her. She’s fully dropped into that space only Steve can send her to, and whatever was left of her anger has simmered out to a cool submission.

“There’s no one else, Steve. I-I’m not fucking anyone else. It’s just you– I s-swear.” She’s a sobbing mess of pleas, trying to snap Steve out of wherever he’s gone to, but as he lines himself up with her entrance, he brings his hand back to her throat, cutting off her whimpers as he thrusts into her hard, his hips bruising into hers.

“If you’re so fucking smart you should be able to follow some fucking directions. So shut up and take it.” He’s ruthless, relentless in the pace he sets, the hard slap of skin against skin getting drowned by her choked cries. She digs her nails into his chest, uselessly trying to push him away, create some kind of distance from the way he’s caging her in.

“Fuck, baby– such a good little pussy– always so wet for me, huh?” He won’t let up on her throat, the heel of his palm digging into her windpipe. It’s different from anything he’s done before. Steve can be aggressive, violent even, but when it’s with her, it’s always been calculated, always checking in with her, taking care of her afterwards. Many of their arguments would devolve into harsh fucking, it was the only way they could both simmer their quick tempers enough to be able to actually talk. This isn’t that, and she’s starting to panic. With the way she’s gasping for air, she does the only thing she can think of in this foggy state.

“Red.” She chokes it out, but he doesn’t even acknowledge she speaks, his eyes fixed on where his hips are continuously mashing into hers. She manages to drag one of her hands into his hair, tugging harshly.

“Red– Steve– red.” His eyes finally snap to hers, features immediately slackening. He quickly removes his hand from her throat, sitting back as she scrambles up the bed to curl in on herself against the headboard. All she can do for a moment is take big, gasping breaths, trying to slow down her pounding heart. She yelps when he reaches out for her ankle, skittering further back into the headboard and away from his touch. 

“B-baby?” His eyes are wide, searching. She got to see a patient wake up from a coma last month at the university hospital. That’s what she thinks he looks like right now, like he’s not sure how he got here or where he just was. He goes to reach for her again but she stumbles off the bed, pressing up against the wall as she scurries over to her bag. She quickly rifles through the clothes she packed, tugging a sweatshirt down over the torn top of her dress. Steve stands from the bed, shuffling towards her.

“I’m sorry, baby. P-please, I’m sorry– I don’t know what happened–”

“Don’t fucking touch me.” His face crumples at her words, causing him to still, but she tries not to get stuck on the sight, quickly turning back to shove the rest of her stuff into her bag.

“A-are you alright?” Her hands still, save for the tremble still running through her fingers.

“No, Steve. I’m not fucking alright.” She slings her back over her shoulder, sliding her heels back onto her feet and heading towards the door.

“Wait! You can’t leave, baby. Please– I’ll make it better– I swear–” She turns on her heel fixing him with a hard look that makes him hiccup.

“You can’t make this better, Steve. I– I’m done.” He takes a step toward her, but seems to think better of it, dragging his hands through his hair like he’s in agony.

“Y-you can’t be done– I need you– you promised you wouldn’t leave.” She grimaces, scrunching her eyes shut before finally looking at him again. For a moment, she wants to give in, seeing the tears streaming down his cheeks for the first time. But instead she just shakes her head.

“We promised each other a lot of things, Steve. Look where it got us. I’m done.”

…

Steve wakes up late the next morning on the floor. In a pile of torn sheets and ripped-up pillows. He squints around at the room. The bedside lamps have been smashed on the floor. The stock painting that was hung on the wall had been torn through, skewed over the carpet. Steve winces as he flexes his hands, looking down to see a smear of blood and scabs across his knuckles. He glances back around, confirming what he assumed when he sees the perfect hole punched through one wall. 

He doesn’t care. Not about any of it. The only thing going through his mind is the image of her walking out that door. That, and how, for the first time, maybe ever, he had sobbed so hard he thought he’d break into pieces.

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Day 2 - Horizon

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Continuation of Day 1's prompt and Alphinaud and Lillian's meeting with Lolorito. Hearing of their experience with the Syndicate, another member offers assistance to the Crystal Braves (A Realm Reborn)

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“As a show of good faith, I shall be transparent: My self-aggrandizing rival is settling down for a feast that will surpass all before, and I intend to steal every morsel he has yet to lay his sordid hands on. All will be mine: meat, wine, bread, cheese, salt, and fruit. He has prepared the silverware and I will allow him that, if only to savor his cries upon raising the cloche to find my excrement steaming on that plate, and every plate besides.” The mustachioed Lalafell sunken into the cushions cackles like a fiend, hands clapping as he cheers for fantasies long on the horizon, his mirth mirrored by the cadre of servants circling the terrace.

Laughing loudest are the two Roegadyn rippling in muscle on his left and right, grey skin glistening in the sun, their palm leaf fans children’s toys in gargantuan hands. Clad in nothing but violet loincloths sheerer than summer clouds, every breeze is a test of will; the mind’s need to track movement against the social faux pas of being caught staring.

Below them, sunken into the center of the tiered seating pit, a trio of Au’ra giggle and splash about; one man and two women clad only in airs. Sirens looking to draw in the unwary. One climbs onto a slab of rock baked warm under the sun before turning over to expose her chest for Monetarist and guests, tail bone-yellow as teeth lazily drifting its tip across one velvet thigh, black as the night.

As his eyes begin to drift downward, Lillian jabs Alphinaud’s shin with the toe of her boot and draws a sharp gasp from the boy.

“I averted my gaze that time,” he angrily whispered.

“You’re doing better than me.”

A shadow falls across Lillian’s face, the entertainment above wordlessly calling out to be noticed, all contorting pale limbs and an arched back with feline ears twitching, a strip of silk obscuring nothing as they twist across a causeway of ropes. At a snap of the Lalafell’s fingers, the Miqo’te snatches a soft white pearl from a bowl hanging near. With the rope in hand, she uncurls her body like a snake lowering a curious head, legs outstretched and spread, and places the pearl atop the mound between, balancing it perfectly until level with his mouth for him to slurp the prize up.

He fixes his guests with a wry grin and winks at Lillian as she crosses her legs, red-faced. “Half-boiled hummingbird’s eggs. Care for a taste?” Something glistens on his gentleman’s mustache styled after Lolorito’s own.

A harsh laugh echoes. “I’d reckon the boy fancies more than a single taste of your lavish company, my lord.”

“Pleased am I to know that my establishment appeals to a potential partner. Pray let me know if you desire of me to whet your appetite or wet your lips while we discuss my terms.” He waved the Miqo’te contortionist back into her ropes. “I will be more than delighted to oblige. Ilberd has informed me much and more about you, my dear Warrior of Light. Such a splendid title. Well earned, I’m told. Shame I’d not possessed his crucial eye during your first arrival to Ul’dah all that time ago, else we might have sealed our alliance earlier. Alas, the coin turns.”

Alphinaud straightened his back, keeping his eyes forward along the narrow road free of distracting bodies. “Lord Adeledji…”

“Teledji Adeledji. To the name I was born, and the name you will speak.” He held an open hand aloft. A flurry of activity overtook the servants.

 “… Lord Teledji Adeledji.”

A glass brimming with layers of blue and red liquid topped with citrus slices appeared in the Lalafell’s hand with a blur of movement, bowl wider than his palm. He sipped at the contents, a crude appreciative noise rolling up his throat while he swallowed as the servants looked on. A visible weight lifted from their figures after he smacked his lips. “Continue,” he said.

“Ample allowance we’ve given to review your letter, in part because of your generous offer of supplying the Crystal Braves with weapons, manpower, and funding, but also in part,” he paused, looking to Lillian for a supportive nod, “Not that we doubt your magnanimity, but our experience with Lolorrito has taught us – has taught me – that no member of the Syndicate would willingly choose to operate on a loss.” Reaching into his pocked he pulled forth the letter received by the Crystal Braves, the seal placed by Teledji’s own hand broken. “No demands of us are written.”

“You believe I possess ulterior motive?”

The boy swallowed. “I do. A man of business, and a capable leader, nonetheless, always seeks profit in any form.”

Silence stretched long and thoughtful between them punctuated so often by the flapping of fabric and the splash of water. Teledji sipped at his drink, eyes closed, though none could discern if he were thinking, listening, or waiting out Alphinaud’s sanity. His accusation had been a bold one, and anticipation of the answer multiplied its weight and sodden the mass in a fearful poison. Apprehension had slowed even the servants' movements.

“Did I not tell you, Teledji?” Ilberd’s features twisted into a wolfish smirk. “Lolorito’s mistake was your gain.”

“Indeed, it was. Young Alphinaud can see right through us now.”

Teledji opened one eye to regard the boy. “I have misled you. I can provide the Crystal Braves funding and men, but no weapons. Close your mouth before the flies intrude. Time comes now for a lesson from me – I intend to teach you the art of trade and favors. By the end of our arrangement, you shall have all the weapons you desire in addition to my previous offerings, and I the means to carry out my campaign against Lolorito.”

“If I acquiesce to your new terms.”

“I assure you they’re supremely fair. And Ilberd will be assisting, as will your Warrior of Light.” He drained the rest of his glass, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Tell me – are you familiar with Castrum Occidens?”

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I guess we all want the boys to suffer and their girlfriends to take care of them! I'd like sick Keiko, who did something too strenuous on a full stomach and now he's nauseous, with Amberlynn caretaker. Maybe trying to wait until he gets somewhere private to puke? Thank you thank you thank you!

I changed this one up a bit, so it's now Keiko overeating on a date. Love the ending on this one😉. Be ready for fluff, fluff, and FLUFFFFF!!

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Keiko was a gentleman. He took pride in that.

His favorite thing on earth was seeing Amberlynn smile. One thing he loved doing was planning dates and taking her out (or staying in since she loved quiet dates with just the two of them). But that didn’t mean he didn’t also absolutely love it when she did the same for him.

Amberlynn had all but kicked him out of his own apartment to set it all up. He’d been driving around and doing whatever he could to pass the half-hour it took for Amberlynn to call and tell him it was ready. He got back to his own apartment with some flowers, which Amberlynn pretended to be annoyed with when she saw them. “I’m supposed to spoil you tonight,” she scoffed, taking the flowers anyway. They were purple-dyed roses. She loved them.

“You look stunning, Am,” Keiko said with a smile and bright-pink cheeks, admiring every inch of the freaking goddess in front of him. She’d changed while getting the date ready, he realized. She’d shown up in a jean skirt and a cute top, but was how wearing a knee-length black dress with tulle that reached down to her shins.

The tulle was patterned with golden moons and stars and constellations, and she had a golden space-themed headband to match. Her curls were wild and falling over her bare shoulders, and he felt that she looked like someone from a fairytale.

Without thinking, he cupped her cheek and bent down to capture her lips in a kiss. She giggled against his mouth, pulling away with an excited grin and pulling him inside.

Right away, the smell hit him.

Keiko’s eyes widened as he took in his apartment. Small fairy lights were hung up on his walls, and the TV displayed ‘Your Name’ as the obvious chosen movie for the night. The couch and floor was littered with blankets and pillows, and there were some cushions there that weren’t his so he assumed she’d probably want to make a fort together.

As for the food, he nearly teared up as he saw nearly all of his favorite Japanese foods on his coffee table. Gyoza, Takoyaki, sushi, beef udon, bao buns, rice balls, and spicy tonkotsu ramen. It was a feast, all for him and the absolutely mesmerizing and incredible angel standing beside him with a goofy smile on her face.

“Like it?” she asked, as if the answer wasn’t obviously written all over his face.

He didn’t even speak or nod. He just turned to hug her so abruptly that she squealed with shock. He buried his face in her neck as he spun her around, lifting her off of her feet and making her giggle.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed. But she froze when she felt a tear run down her neck and heard him sniff. She frowned, instantly switching into confusion and worry. “Kei? Are you crying? Hey, baby, what’s wrong?”

He couldn’t help but laugh as he put her down, meeting her eyes. His glasses were all crooked and a bit wet with tears. But he had a huge ridiculous smile on his face. “Nothing is wrong, Am,” he assured her, rubbing his nose with his sleeve and sniffing. “This is all just so amazing.” He hugged her again, planting a kiss on her neck and burying his face there again. “You’re the best. I love you so freaking much, Am.”

She felt her whole heart swell, hugging him tightly back. “I love you too, Kei.”

Keiko quickly dried his happy tears and the two made their way to the living room. Instead of the regular disposable chopsticks that Kei kept in his silverware drawer, Amberlynn had bought some fancy re-usable ones with flowers painted on the top. Her’s had lavender flowers, and Kei’s had forest-green ones.

“This is so amazing,” he said again, skewering a Takoyaki ball on one of his chopsticks and eating it. It was chewy and warm and perfect, and he couldn’t stop smiling, even with his mouth full.

Amberlynn happily pressed play on the movie and leaned back on the couch, holding her ramen and eating joyfully. Kei’s reaction to her little date made her giddy. She loved making him smile as much as he made her smile.

Kei was having the time of his life, enjoying the movie and eating to his heart’s content. Amberlynn was surprised by how much he was eating. He was actually eating a bit more than she was.

“Did you have lunch today?” she giggled as she watched him finish one of the sushi trays.

He only chuckled and gave a small nod as an answer before grabbing a rice ball and eating that as well.

The coffee table only had empty dishes when the two were done eating. Keiko had his head on Amberlynn’s lap while she petted his hair softly. “You should dye your tips again,” she commented, starting to make a small 3-inch braid. His hair had green tips just months before, but they were so dark that they were barely noticeable, and he’d gotten a haircut that made it look like it was never dyed at all.

“Maybe I will,” he shrugged, planting a kiss on her thigh before turning so he was looking up at her. “Wanna get ice cream?”

Amberlynn’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped a bit. She let out a scoff that turned into a disbelieving laugh. “There is no way you’re still hungry!”

He shrugged, reaching up and stroking the curve of her cheek. “I was just thinking that we could get some ice cream and eat it while walking that trail at the park you love, and we could lie in the grass while you tell me about every star and constellation you see. The perfect end to this perfect date?”

Amberlynn blushed, turning her head to kiss his palm. How could she say no??

Keiko and Amberlynn quickly brought all the dishes to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink, before putting their shoes on and getting out the door, giggling like teens in high school again.

They didn’t drive since it was just a ten-minute walk to the ice cream shop by the park. Amberlynn was talking about the local youth theater she attended when they were younger, and how she was thinking of getting a summer job there.

“I just think it would be fun to help direct their Willy Wonka show. Or their Matilda one. What do you think?”

Keiko thought for a second. “Willy Wonka, definitely,” he stated. “You know that one so well. Remember when you did it in middle school?”

Amberlynn blushed, cringing. “You mean when I got the oh-so-incredible role as the Oompa Loompa leader? And I had my skin painted orange and a green wig on? And I had a bunch of mini-Oompa-Loompas who were all half my age and following me around?”

Keiko’s smile grew. “Maybe that was the day I truly fell in love with you.”

Amberlynn’s embarrassed blush deepened, and she jabbed his side, making him yelp and laugh. They got to the ice cream place, which was just a little building by the park with a bunch of picnic tables and a wooden board that displayed the flavors, toppings, and other stuff.

Despite the hour, there was a surprising amount of people around. Thankfully, the line wasn’t too long. Amberlynn got herself a brownie sundae, and—much to her surprise—Keiko got a huge banana split.

“Not a cone of pistachio?” she asked, genuinely surprised. She chuckled a bit, half amused and half unsure. “You’re eating like me tonight.”

Keiko shrugged, paying with his card before Amberlynn could notice. She pretended to glare when she did. “I’m spoiling you!” she said.

“Too late,” he singsonged in response, pocketing his card and kissing her pout.

Their ice creams were done quickly, and the two walked into the park once they had them.

“I was thinking of inviting Felix and Atticus to the end-of-summer festival with us. Just so they can meet everyone.”

Keiko ate one of his maraschino cherries with a smile and a nod. “Sounds like fun. But you would have to be the one to tell the others that you’re letting outsiders in.”

She rolled her eyes, laughing. “Why do we call anyone new an outsider? Can’t they just be called new friends?”

Keiko shrugged. “Then we wouldn’t be us.”

Amberlynn shook her head, still smiling. She stopped just then pointing at a bench. “How about here?”

Keiko nodded, walking over with her.

Keiko had finished half of his ice cream by then. Amberlynn wondered if her eating habits had finally rubbed off on him over the years.

She looked up at the sky with a heavy sigh, smiling at the stars. “Maybe I should’ve majored in something that would let me be an astronaut.”

Keiko chuckled. “Yeah, no. I don’t wanna go months without seeing you cuz you’re up in a spaceship, Am.”

She turned her head to look at him, and then sat up straight to take a few bites of her sundae. “It kinda sucks that I’m moving back into the dorms,” she said. All summer long, she’d been staying in a condo that her dads own and rent out. “I just wish I could room with someone I actually know, y’know? Like Spirit or El. But, of course, it doesn’t work like that.”

Keiko looked at her with raised brows, his cheeks growing warm. The question was in the back of his throat, but before he could ask, his stomach growled. Loudly.

Amber looked at him with a raised brow and a soft smile. “That didn’t sound too good.”

Keiko tried to smile back, but found himself pinching his lips together as his mouth filled with saliva. He broke out in a cold sweat as the overly-full feeling in his stomach suddenly hit him in full swing. There was a trash can by his side of the bench, and he threw the rest of his nearly finished banana split inside of it. He realized that he really had overdone it, and he wasn’t aware until just then.

He knew he was gonna puke, but he kept his lips pinched. After all, despite it being nighttime, there were other people at the park. Some teens playing with a Frisbee, kids running around while their parents watched, other people minding their own business and walking around—

Crap.

Amberlynn put down her own ice cream and scooted closer to Keiko. “Hey,” she said softly, placing a hand on his back. “You okay? You look sick, Kei.”

He clenched his jaw, mouth still pressed shut and his cheeks burning. He hated being sick, and he really didn’t want to cause a scene at the public park.

Amberlynn read her boyfriend perfectly and stood, abandoning her sundae and ushering Keiko to stand.

As soon as Keiko was on his feet, the world spun a bit and he almost stumbled. Amberlynn wrapped her arms around him, keeping him up. It was a struggle for her because of the height difference, but she helped Keiko stay upright long enough for him to regain his footing.

Amberlynn kept an arm around him as they left the park. She regretted that they’d walked instead of driving, because the more seconds that passed, the more Keiko looked like he was turning more green than pale.

About two minutes from Kei’s apartment, he stopped. One of his arms wrapped protectively around his stomach, and the other went to his mouth.

Amberlynn sighed. “Baby, there’s no one around now. Just let it up, okay?”

Keiko knew he needed to throw up, but Amberlynn wasn’t entirely right. They were in an area with a lot of apartments and houses, and there was light in the windows of homes around them, so he knew anyone could see him hurling on the sidewalk. Not to mention cars driving by.

But despite his embarrassment, his stomach was more than willing to listen to Amberlynn, and he couldn’t stop the heave that made his whole body tense up and shudder. Amberlynn still had an arm around his back, and she used her other hand to grab his hand that was covering his mouth. She frowned when she saw he still had his lips pressed shut. “Baby—”

He heaved again, mouth still shut, and his cheeks puffed out and vomit dribbled between his lips. Grimacing and knowing it was a losing fight, he opened his mouth and let out a large stream of brown vomit.

Amberlynn winced at the sight as her boyfriend continued to gag and heave, his stomach revolting against everything he ate.

She felt a horrible thought creep up on her, and she wondered if some of the food she’d gotten was bad. Was this food poisoning? The thought made guilt dawn on her heavily.

When Keiko was done puking, he dry-heaved for another minute or so before standing up straight, breathing deeply through his mouth with his eyes closed, tears from the strain of puking clinging to his lashes.

“You empty, Kei?” Amberlynn asked, trying and failing not to sound like she was on the verge of tears.

Kei’s eyes opened and he looked at her, noticing the guilty and concerned look on her face.

“Hey, I’m fine,” he assured her, cupping her cheek. He read her as easily as a book. “That was my own fault. I just ate too much, don’t worry. I feel better now.”

The uncomfortable churning and aching in his stomach had eased, but his cheeks still burned with embarrassment. He hated that he’d just thrown up in front of some random person’s house, and wondered if anyone but Amber had seen.

“Let’s go home,” he said, and Amberlynn nodded, still feeling kinda guilty for ordering so much food.

Keiko could tell she was still mentally kicking herself, but didn’t say anything till they got back to his apartment.

Once inside his living room, Keiko hugged Amberlynn, catching her by surprise since the hug was out of nowhere, but she melted into it anyway.

“This date was perfect,” he whispered into her curls.

He could almost hear her pout. “You got sick. I got us too much to eat, and you probably ate so much because you felt like you had to, and—”

“Shh,” he said quickly, interrupting her and squeezing her tighter. “The date was perfect,” he repeated, and the way he said it that time made Amberlynn’s guilt melt away and she smiled, squeezing him back.

Eventually, Amberlynn got cozy on the couch with blankets and pillows as she tried to find another movie while Keiko washed his mouth out in his bathroom. When he came out and sat beside her, he kissed her cheek and just said what he’d been about to say in the park:

“Move in with me?”

Amberlynn froze, her eyes going incredibly wide. She looked at him, completely shocked.

He was almost completely red and looked so nervous and hopeful. “Instead of moving back into the dorms, you could move in with me. You’re always here anyway.” He couldn’t read the shock on her face, but she wasn’t saying anything, and he looked defeated and extremely embarrassed. He started to look away from her. “I’m sorry, that was such a dumb question. You don’t have to answer—”

He was cut off when Amberlynn took his face in her hands and kissed him. It was a long and loving kiss that left Keiko breathless as she pulled away, still holding his face. “Three drawers,” she said.

Keiko’s brows creased slightly. “What?”

She grinned. “You have six drawers, but if I move in, I better be getting three of them.”

Keiko couldn’t help it. He smiled so widely that his cheeks hurt, and he kissed her again, still smiling. “God, I love you so much,” he chuckled, kissing her cheek.

She was smiling just as widely. “I love you too. . . And that means I also get half of your closet.”

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@bellysoupset @lisupandowntown

[syndrossi]

I super love ur fic! It is so well written 🫶

I was wondering if you can give me a short description of Rhaegar and Jon in your fic? :3

I wanted to make a fanart of them but with all the GOT fics I've been reading the physical descriptions have been a chaotic mix 😅

!!!

The two of them are sort of a blend of their original parents and their new ones, so there's plenty of leeway for whatever strikes your fancy/imagination! Their coloring is pretty close to original (dark hair and grey eyes for Jon, silver-blond and dark purple for Rhaegar). When Daemon is studying them, he notes that Jon has his mother's facial shape (Alyssa Targaryen was noted to have a "long face" which I imagine Jon's Stark heritage reminds him of). Their biggest similarities are in the eyes/brow and nose, and they're pretty much the same height, with Jon's complexion slightly fairer.

(Someone asked me once whether they could pretend to be one another with the appropriate wig and fool anyone, and the answer is "at a medium distance for someone casually familiar with them," "definitely if someone doesn't know them," and "don't bother trying with Daemon.")

By the latest chapter, Jon's hair is shoulder-length and fairly straight, and he'll wear it loose or tied back in a short ponytail depending on whether the activity calls for it. Rhaegar's is longer, somewhere mid-back. He generally doesn't wear it completely loose. He likes to do a full braid of variable complexity depending on mood for days with a lot of activity. Once they meet up with Daemon, he starts mimicking his hair aka top/front pieces braided and joining at the back, with the rest worn loose. There's a special "dragonriding" braid that Daemon does that he also mimics, but I have no idea what it looks like other than "very secure, minimizes hair getting in the eyes, a+ aesthetic."

As for accessories of interest, they have their bronze knives gifted by Lady Royce early on.

They unraveled the tightly-wrapped cloth, baring first a sheath of stiff, oiled leather with the Royce crest engraved onto one side, and then a hilt of bronze and black, the pommel and guard burnished to a glowing sheen that formed a striking contrast with the dark grip. The blade was also bronze, with runes delicately etched along either side of the spine. And beneath it, compactly rolled up into a neat spiral, a leather belt to hold it. It was a hunting knife, not a dagger, but Jon did not have to feign his joy. He’d felt naked since waking here without any means of defense. “It is beautiful,” Raymar said, angling the blade to catch the light of the fire so he could read the writing etched into the blade. “‘We remember.’”

Their clothing at the Vale is acceptable for children of noble birth, though plainer than those that would belong to children in the main line of one of the great Vale houses. They get travel-wear for the trip south, which includes thick, warm cloaks and shin-high boots.

And at their presentation, they are wearing long dragons-heads tunics that belonged to Daemon and Viserys when they were children, which are long and black, with the three-headed Targaryen sigil in red embroidery on the front. That's the only scene where they wear circlets, which would be fairly plain and silver.

(...you said "short," but I am physically incapable, apparently! Use whatever you like and feel free to ignore the irrelevant bits.)

[sof-writes]

problem ; shin yuna

Anonymous asked: i know your stories are probably supposed to be oneshots but their just too good!!!!! one idea is a second part of the ''consequences'' fic where yn gets promotion at work and they have a fancy dinner with other staffs to celebrate but yuna gets impatient and starts acting bratty

content warning: nsfw! profanity, (verbal) degradation, spanking, mirror sex, fingering, semi-public ig, way more descriptive than 'consequences'

word count: 2705

a/n: dove into my asks to regain motivation / inspiration to write and this one was basically served on a silver platter lmao thanks anon. YES I'm obsessed with bratty!yuna and her new hair colour. 🤤

"To our new team lead!" your boss yelled for what felt like the tenth time that night. He extended his arm, waiting for others to join him in clinking their shot glasses together. "To our new team lead!" the rest of your colleagues repeated while following his lead. The sharp sound of glasses clinking soon filling the restaurant.

You turned your face away from your coworkers and threw the contents of the glass back. The clear liquid went down surprisingly smooth today.

After savouring the taste you straightened your head again, just for your eyes to meet your girlfriend's. She smiled brightly at you. A proud smile. There was some kind of edge to it, though.

You couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was until she brought the empty shotglass back to her mouth. Perfectly manicured nails holding it up in front of her own lips.

Then, as if it was just the two of you there, she licked a single drop of soju off of the brim of the glass in the most seductive way she possibly could.

Now you usually would've let this slide, but not today. Not after she showed up to your promotion dinner wearing a tight, black micro dress which barely covered anything.

Your eyes shot around the table, silently wishing you were the only one who saw that, before leaning a little closer to her.

"Shin Yuna" you hissed, face straight as you sent her warning signs with your eyes "Behave. This dinner is important to me"

She nodded in agreement, but the cocky smile that was plastered on her face told you otherwise.

You could've known that inviting her to celebrate this achievement with you was a bad idea. Yuna, alcohol and a formal public setting. A recipe for disaster. Inviting her here was basically inviting her to act up again.

An annoyed sigh escaped your mouth as you simply rolled your eyes in reply. You decided to not pay attention to her and to just engage in whatever conversation your coworkers on your left were having.

"Where is this exposition located?" you asked your colleague, who was excitedly showing off pictures she took at an art gallery on the weekend. You honestly didn't really care, you just wanted to advert your attention from Yuna.

It seemed to work. You happily chatted about the most random topics, the good atmosphere creating a more relaxed and friendly vibe among your usually stressed coworkers.

Much to your relief, a discussion about food seemed to had caught your girlfriend's attention. She was passionately talking about how beef stock powder could greatly enhance the flavour of soy bean paste stew.

Everything went smoothly. That's what you thought, at least. Everything was going smoothly until Yuna intertwined her fingers with yours under the table.

Long nails softly digging into the skin of your hand before pulling it towards her, placing it on her own upper leg.

'It's fine, just don't look at her' you ensured yourself as you felt her putting her hand on top of yours, guiding it further up her exposed thigh.

You couldn't see exactly what you were doing, but you knew her body like the back of your hand. Solely based on what you felt, you could tell that you were dangerously close to the edge of her dress. Out of reflex, you gripped on her thigh, as if telling her to stop this nonsense.

You did realise that your coworkers were still talking to you, you just didn't seem to actually hear anything anymore. The strong pressure to contain yourself drowned out all the noise around you. Until Yuna leaned closer to you, her familiar voice interrupting your focus.

"Team lead" she whined in your ear, her pronunciation seemingly affected by all the alcohol she had been drinking "Can you help me with something?" you felt her hand on your shoulder, helping her keep her balance as she leaned closer.

"Enough, Yuna" you spoke under your breath before looking in her direction. Tightening your grip on her thigh even more out of annoyance.

You turned your head to make sure your colleagues couldn't hear anything, before scolding her once again. "And don't address me like that, you don't work with us. I'm your girlfriend, not your team lead"

She briefly pouted as you retracted your face, but she didn't accept her defeat. "Your colleagues will be disappointed to hear that their new team lead doesn't even help out her girlfriend when she has a problem" she scoffed, before turning to your coworkers.

Yuna raised her hand, as if trying to gather attention from your colleagues. It worked. But just as she was about to open her mouth, you stopped her by swatting her hand down using the hand that was previously gripping her thigh.

You offered your confused coworkers an apologetic smile. "Sorry" you mumbled "She's drunk" to which they nodded in a seemingly understanding manner before going back to their respective conversations.

"Fuck's sake" your eyes grew wide at her unexpected behaviour "What's your fucking problem?"

It wasn't a literal question. But you received a literal answer.

Yuna leaned in again, forcefully grabbing your hand and putting it back where you previously rested it. "My problem..." she started, lips dangerously close to your ear "Is that I get extremely horny whenever I drink"

She dragged your hand further up her thigh, until it pushed the fabric of her skimpy dress up. "Can you feel that, team lead?" she asked right at the moment your fingertips touched the damp fabric of her thong.

The way she formally addressed you by your new title was both annoying and thrilling at the same time. She obviously was trying to get on your nerves and you hated to admit it, but it was working.

Still, you had the power to retract your hand and subtly shake your head. "Not right now" you plainly said, hoping she would give up for now and just accept her punishment later tonight, after getting home.

"Please, I'm so wet for you" she half whispered half moaned into your ear, knowing exactly how to provoke you. She was so close that you could basically feel her moist lips against the shell of your ear. "I dressed up prettily for you today, but the team lead doesn't even acknowledge me"

Now that comment made you scoff. "Dressed up prettily?" you rolled your eyes in disbelief "This is a formal setting, Shin Yuna, you look like a fucking slut" you hissed, biting your cheek to refrain from making any further comments.

For a second, she froze. Seemingly baffled by your comment.

You were about to apologise when she regained composure. A soft huff followed by a more casual tone. Way too casual considering the current situation you were in.

"Then treat me like one, or I'll do it myself"

And with that, she shoved her chair back. Light brown hair flowing in an entrancing manner as she turned around and made her way to the toilet.

"I... I'll be back, I think– maybe she's feeling a bit sick" you stammered "You know, alcohol... And stuff" you once again excused yourself to your coworkers before following her long stride.

You hurriedly opened the door through which Yuna disappeared. It led to a small space with a mirror and sink, while the actual toilet was hidden behind another door.

With one swift movement, you locked the door behind you before returning your gaze back to the mirror.

Then, through her reflection in the mirror, you locked eyes. You knew that spark in her eyes all too well. A look of victory. As usual, things went her way.

"You're pathetic" you spat, finally being able to speak at a normal volume again "Getting all excited about getting fucked in a restaurant bathroom"

Just two steps and you were right behind her, trapping body between the sink and your own. Your gaze never leaving the mirror.

"You look so proud but for what?" you shook your head in disbelief before placing both of your hands on her hips, forcing her ass against you "For now shamelessly acting like a sex deprived bitch in public too?"

She just bit her lip in reply, steadying herself by putting her hands on the sink just so she could push her back into you more.

"Well? What is it that you want huh? I need you to say it" newsflash, you didn't necessarily need her to say it; your hands had already started hiking up her dress.

"I want to– want to get" she started, unable to hide her excitement "To get fucked so hard" her voice was basically dripping with need.

The way she was grinding her ass against you made it hard for you to hike op her dress, but you somehow made it work, pulling it up all the way to her stomach.

"Hmm, sure you want to" you replied, taking a step back, making your girlfriend whine at the loss of contact.

"You have been a bit of a pain tonight though, haven't you, Shin Yuna?" your right hand made its' way down, grabbing on her ass cheek that was barely covered by her black thong.

"I'm sorry" her confirmation came out a bit hesitant. Too basic to your liking, but it might've been part of her act.

"Sorry for?" you countered, firmly kneading the soft flesh.

"Sorry for..." she repeated "Dressing like a slut to a formal event"

A brief silence fell and as if on cue, you retreated your hand, flattened it and let it hit her ass cheek. Hard.

"And?" you asked, watching her trying to recover by biting her lip in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"And for having a filthy mouth in front of your colleagues"

She braced herself this time. She knew it was coming. You tensed all the joints in your hand, generating momentum before spanking her again.

"And?" you repeated once more. The burning sensation that spread throughout your hand felt so damn good.

"And for wanting to get fucked in a bathroom like a needy whore" judging by the way she was forcing these words out, you weren't the only one who felt that burning sensation.

One more slap, the hardest yet, on the same ass cheek. A small yelp involuntarily escaped Yuna's mouth.

"Good" you hummed, gaze leaving the mirror for the first time since you had entered the bathroom. Sometimes you wish your eyes could take pictures, because the sight of bright red hand prints on her milky white ass was definitely something else.

After admiring your work, you grabbed her by the waist again, forcefully pulling her against you. Chin on her shoulder, lips perfectly aligned with her ear.

"Now, don't be too loud" you said, voice low and barely above a whisper as your right hand pulled her thong down just far enough.

It was soaked. Her thong was soaked. Her pussy was soaked. Everything was drenched in her juices already. It was a fucking mess.

A whiny moan escaped her mouth at the slightest contact, just your fingers lightly brushing over her swollen lips was enough to turn her into a mess. You weren't going to go lightly on her, though, she'd find out soon enough.

"Please" she whimpered, absolutely nothing left of all that attitude she had showed you a mere 10 minutes ago.

You didn't make her wait for much longer. Pressing your middle finger directly against her clit, making her cry out from the sudden stimulation.

Seemingly endlessly you drew circles on her clit, applying more and more pressure each time. Her juices making it so fucking easy for you to toy with her pussy like that.

Yuna moaned as if she hadn't been touched in months. A constant stream of needy moans coming from her mouth, which hung slightly open.

Even though she was a mess right now, she looked absolutely beautiful watching her own face as she got fucked. By the way she gyrated her lower body, you could tell that watching herself turned her on even more.

"Look at you" you said, fingers expertly sliding between the swollen lips of her dripping pussy, coating them in juices "Such a pitiful sight, isn't it Shin Yuna?"

She shivered at a sudden loss of contact, but before she could further open her mouth to protest, you pushed your middle- and index fingers into her mouth, making her taste herself.

And damn was she greedy, her tongue skilfully swirling around your digits. Even when you wanted to take your fingers out of her mouth, she didn't allow it; sucking hard until she savoured every last drop.

"Fuck" you involuntarily sighed as she finally released your fingers with a pop "You're insane"

She just smiled wickedly before impatiently bucking her hips to remind you where you left off.

It was desperate. The setting was trashy as hell. You had not wanted for something like this to happen. Yet you absolutely loved every moment of it.

"Please" she moaned again, the way her light brown hair stuck to her face making her even more alluring. In any other situation, you would've loved to tease her... But honestly? She didn't deserve all that.

And so you entered her, two fingers forcefully filling up her pussy all the way down to your knuckles. A thick layer of her delicious wetness immediately coating your digits.

The way she pushed her ass against you every single time you almost violently rammed your fingers inside of her made you go crazy. You could feel your own panties getting soaked, but this wasn't about you; this was about her. And frankly, to you, it always was.

"More" she begged, one hand leaving the sink in front of her just so she could rub her own clit "Please mo–" she didn't finish. Instead, her words turned into almost pornographic moans as you added another finger. Stretching her tight pussy just the way you knew she liked it.

She tightly closed her eyes and threw her head back onto your shoulder in ecstasy. Her hand speeding up its' movements, fighting for her own release.

"Eyes open" you ordered, slightly changing the angle of your fingers "Watch yourself while you cum"

She obeyed; of course she did. Eyes wide open as she kept on rubbing herself while your fingers penetrated her wet cunt, juices dripping down your hand at this point.

"Fuck fuck fuck" she rapidly exhaled, removing her fingers from her clit just to steady herself. Her knuckles almost turning white from the way she firmly held onto the sink.

Her moans got messier and her slick pussy started gripping on your digits. The sopping sounds coming from her cunt along with her endless stream of moans almost were enough to make you cum, too.

"Shin Yuna, eyes open" you repeated, just as she started convulsing around your fingers, sucking them in even further.

Initially, you doubted she'd be able to hear you considering how hard she was moaning, but she did as she was told.

Eyes rapidly shooting back and forth between your eyes and her own, quavering body. The look she gave you was insane, mouth slightly opened and eyes almost rolling back in ecstasy.

After a few seconds, her endless stream of moans turned into whimpers. Chest heaving as she let her head fall back on your shoulder again. Her entire body relaxing, only now allowing your fingers to finally slip out of her pussy.

You took a small step back, allowing Yuna to turn around and face you for the first time since you entered the room. A lazy smile forming on her face as she watched how you unabashedly licked your fingers clean.

One of her slender hands wrapped itself around your neck while the other worked on straightening her dress. "Thanks babe" she whispered against your lips, before kissing you for the first time that night.

You smiled into the kiss, it was short and sweet. Even though she made your blood boil sometimes, it reminded you why you were madly in love with her. After all, how could one ever deny a woman like Shin Yuna?

"Anytime princess"

[blake-pastelle]

Blake and Ridley giggled as they ran up to Ridley’s mom, Rebecca, in the Family Dollar on the corner of Sahara avenue. Blake’s mom was working so it was up to Rebecca to wrangle the pair of eleven-year-olds.

“Mom! Mom! Can you buy these for us?” Ridley and Blake held up their knock off barbies with bright smiles.

“Aren’t you a little too old for those?” Rebecca asked, reading the back of a box of pancake mix. Her basket was still empty after being in the store for ten minutes.

The young girls looked at the dolls before looking at each other, having a sudden crisis on if they should have outgrown their toys by now.

“Give ‘em here.” Rebecca said in a hushed voice, snatching the boxes from their little hands and tossing them into her tote bag. It was then Blake realized her bag was full of groceries. There was nothing in the basket because she was planning to steal it all.

“Mom!” Ridley hissed as her cheeks flooded with crimson red. “We’ve talked about this!”

“Oh stop it, Ridley Drew. You’re getting your damn doll so you should be happy. Plus, pancakes for dinner!” Flashing a charming smile, Rebecca shoved the pancake mix into the overfilled bag.

“Ma’am?” A male voice interrupted them and they all turned. The manager stood in front of them in a button up shirt that was too tight for him. “Do you mind stepping to the counter to pay for all of that?”

Rebecca adjusted her features to look appalled. Offended. Absolutely flabbergasted. “Once I’m finished, thanks Paul.” The words came out venomous as she read his name tag. She rolled her eyes and moved down the aisle past him, the girls close on her heels. 

“Hey mister?” Blake stopped and asked, pointing towards the ceiling. “What’s that?”

The manager lifted his face and Blake took her shot, kicking him in the shin. He let out a moan of pain as he crumbled on the floor while the three of them made a dash for the door.

“Mom! I hate doing this!” Ridley shrieked while they piled into Rebecca’s 1997 Pontiac Sunfire. Blake was still giggling uncontrollably. “Live a little, sunshine. Open the moonroof!”

Ridley groaned as she did what her mother requested while squealing out of the parking lot. Somehow, Rebecca managed to turn the radio on while burning rubber, and Fancy by Reba McIntyre began blasting from the speakers. 

Rebecca lit a cigarette and put her other hand through the moonroof, singing at the top of her lungs. Her energy was infectious and Blake and Ridley couldn’t help but join in.

“You know I might have been born just plain white trash, but Fancy was my name!”

Years later, Ridley was the getaway driver and Blake was still giggling from her seat. It always gave her a thrill when they got away with something like this. 

“Did you get the Drake CD?” Ridley asked as she swerved her Corolla through Las Vegas traffic. They both had purses full of stolen merchandise from Target. While most sixteen year olds in Vegas used the aux cords in their luxury cars, Ridley and Blake were stuck with CDs. 

“Yeah, but we have a tradition to uphold.” Blake smirked as she looked through their mixed CDs before sliding one in. Ridley turned her head and smiled at her best friend while she opened the moon roof. 

“She said here’s your one chance Fancy, don’t let me down!”

[twinknote]

day 1: toys (meronia)

Mello's on a power trip controlling the toy inside Near.

(also available to read on AO3)

Near takes a shaky inhale to ground himself, face hidden in his hand. Surely his cheeks are flushed—he’s on the brink of sweating. Mello laughs quietly from across the table.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Near whispers, leg bouncing rapidly.

Thankfully, they were seated at a booth where his squirming would be less noticeable. The diner’s unusually crowded for a Thursday afternoon.

Mello scoffs, then takes a sip of his coffee. “Like you aren’t. I can practically feel how soaked you are from over here.”

The vibration intensifies inside Near and he kicks Mello’s boot under the table.

“I can’t- I can’t take that much, Mello,” he hisses.

Mello rests a hand on top of Near’s, thumbing over his skin.

“Sure you can. Your wand is way stronger than this.”

When Near looks up, the blonde is staring at him ravenously, tongue darting out to wet his lips when their eyes meet.

“Now, be a good boy and decide what you wanna eat.”

Near sighs, flipping open one of the menus on the table. He fights through the burning pleasure in his gut to focus on the words in front of him.

Omelets, waffles, panca-

A tiny whimper escapes his lips, and his head jerks up to shoot a murderous look at Mello, whose thumb hovers above his phone screen. He’s grinning, obviously pleased with himself.

“If you do that while we’re ordering, I’m not giving you head for a month.”

Mello’s grin vanishes.

“Fine, I won’t.”

Near extends his pinky, eyeing Mello expectantly.

He huffs, wrapping his own pinky around Near’s. “You’re no fun.”

Mello’s eyes dart behind Near’s shoulder.

“You’d better decide what you want, though. Looks like our waitress is coming.”

Frantically, Near scours the menu for something appealing. The vibrations wane, which he’s simultaneously unhappy about and grateful for.

“Alrighty, are we about ready to order?” The waitress’ cheerful tone is almost grating compared to Mello’s deep, gravely voice.

Thankfully, Mello orders first to give Near a few extra seconds to decide.

“I’ll take a reuben.”

The waitress doesn’t bother writing this down—Mello gets the same thing every time.

“Our soups today are minestrone and chicken tortilla,” she chimes.

“Minestrone, please.”

“Sounds good, and what can I get for you, dear?”

Near takes a deep breath, willing his body to cooperate enough to order without embarrassing himself.

“May I please have the veggie omelet and an apple juice?”

“Yes you may, darling.” The waitress scribbles his order on a pad of paper. “I’ll put that right in for ya,” she says with a smile before turning towards the kitchen.

There’s no way for Near to stop a choked sob from leaving his mouth when the toy suddenly starts rumbling inside him. Half of the noise gets caught in his throat and the other half echoes inside the diner.

The rumbling dips back down to a gentle flutter, but it’s too late. Turning back around, the waitress raises her brows at the two of them.

“I’m sorry, did you want to order something else?”

Near freezes, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Despite his enjoyment of the situation, Mello knows that the boy doesn’t fare well in unexpected social situations and jumps in.

“We’re alright, I’m just getting over a cold.” He gives a lackluster cough into his elbow.

She gives a nod before scurrying off.

Mello winces as Near kicks him in the shin with all the force he can muster.

“Hey,” the blonde hisses, reaching down to rub his sore leg. “At least it wasn’t while you were ordering.”

“You could have waited another second or two, you know.”

Forcing a little smile, Mello takes Near’s hand in his.

“Where would the fun be in that?”

Near rolls his eyes, the echo of a smile reflecting on his own lips.

To Near’s surprise and relief, he isn’t made to cum in the restaurant. By the time they get back into the car after they’re finished eating, Near is desperate for relief. He pulls Mello into the back seat, tinted windows and fancy sound system providing just enough privacy for Near to cum, whimpering with the toy buzzing inside of him and Mello’s fingers rubbing his swollen clit. They sit there for a while, Near half-asleep on Mello’s shoulder, before they move up to the front seats and make their way home.