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[scriveyner]

always summer #25

always summer #24: distension | bungou stray dogs |👿🐯 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1600 words

It was still dark when Atsushi rolled over and found the bed empty. He thumped a hand around the other side of the bed with his eyes still closed—still mostly in his dream about the marshmallow car—but when no smack or Rashomon retaliation came in response he, unfortunately, woke fully and could see that he was alone in the bed.

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Atsushi sat up and yawned hugely, staring at the covers and then looking around the room. No light spilled from around the corner where the bathroom was, and the lights in the main room downstairs were clearly off as well. Akutagawa’s side of the bed wasn’t warm, either, and they had definitely gone to sleep together. He staggered out of bed and wandered over to the loft’s railing.

The cabin was quiet save for the regular background hum of the appliances downstairs. No light from the television, no raucous sex noises from the master bedroom, just the soft, comfortable blanket of night. Atsushi caught some movement out of the corner of his eye and finally saw a figure standing on the covered back porch, by the dormant hot tub. There he was.

Akutagawa was standing, leaning against the railing and just looking out into the night quietly. He didn’t jump when Atsushi opened the door, although he did shift his head just enough to verify that it was Atsushi before looking back out into the night. “Everything okay?” Atsushi asked, coming to stand beside him at the railing.

The air outside was cool but not cold; the end of the season was imminent. Atsushi rubbed his arms as he leaned them on the railing, and Akutagawa sighed out a soft noise of amusement. “Go back to bed, weretiger. Dawn is a few hours off, yet.”

“Then come back to bed with me. I’ll sleep better with you there.”

This seemed to startle Akutagawa just slightly, and he looked sidelong at Atsushi as if expecting his face would share a different sentiment. When he clearly saw no difference, he sighed again and rubbed his hand over the bottom of his face but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his mouth. “Do you even know what a remarkable creature you are?”

Atsushi was still paddling around in a barely awake fugue. “I’m not remarkable,” he said and yawned. Then he gave Akutagawa a sleepy smirk. “But you’re lucky to have me.”

Akutagawa touched his face, and Atsushi tilted his cheek into Akutagawa’s hand. “Eternally lucky,” Akutagawa said softly and brushed his thumb over Atsushi’s bottom lip. “Go back to sleep, Atsushi.”

“Not without you,” Atsushi said stubbornly, covering Akutagawa’s hand with his own.

“If I go back to bed with you right now there won’t be much sleeping to be had,” Akutagawa said, still smirking, but with a hungry edge to his voice he didn’t bother trying to hide. Atsushi mouthed his thumb. “You don’t want to miss your morning run again today, do you?”

“I’d much rather have your cock inside me,” Atsushi said, eyes glittering in the darkness, and Akutagawa leaned in to kiss him.

~*~

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Atsushi moaned, rolling his face against the mattress, and clawing the fitted sheet up off the corner of the bed. Akutagawa’s hand landed heavy on the back of his neck and kept him pressed down, and he panted, shivering at Akutagawa’s touch. His cock felt so good it was unfair, and Atsushi rolled his weight up onto his shoulder so that he could sneak his hand down between his legs.

Heat blossomed where Akutagawa struck his ass and Atsushi whined. “No touching,” Akutagawa reminded him, and Atsushi begrudgingly pulled his hand free so that Akutagawa could see it again.

He was moving at a languid pace, which was great except the angle they were at wasn’t hitting him in the way he needed, and while Akutagawa’s cock filled him up just right, he wanted a hint of something more. Atsushi swallowed, elbows under his chest and head hanging, considering this. He felt Akutagawa slow, hand still holding tight to the back of his neck. “Something’s wrong.”

“No,” Atsushi said hoarsely, and decided to go for it, “can you just…can you use Rashomon, too?”

Now Akutagawa did stop, and Atsushi’s heart rose in his throat, afraid he’d crossed a line. He swallowed, panting aloud, and dared a glance back over his shoulder to see that Akutagawa was just staring at him, bewildered. “Is…is that okay?” Atsushi asked tentatively, because of the reactions he’d expected, this wasn’t really one of them.

“You want me to use my ability on you?”

“You’ve done it so fuckin’ much already,” Atsushi said, surprised that Akutagawa was surprised. “Can you…” fuck, he couldn’t believe he was about to say this out loud, “can you fuck me with it too, like you did that one time?”

His voice twisted weirdly. “You prefer her to my cock?”

“No, no, no—" Atsushi inhaled because he was going to fuck this up, sleepy-drunk already on the feeling of Akutagawa around him, inside him. “Not like, instead of your cock, but,” he flushed red and made himself maintain eye contact. “In addition. To it.”

Akutagawa kept staring at him for a long, long moment—and then the smirk that spread across his face let Atsushi know he was never going to live this down, but that was okay because he really wanted to get plowed right this second. Akutagawa tugged at the covers that had been haphazardly forced down the bed, pulling the top sheet around his shoulders and immediately Rashomon rippled from it, the grey sheets rimmed in red.

Atsushi rolled over, onto his back, legs cocked wide as Rashomon slid over his skin. Akutagawa sat on his knees for a moment, one hand braced on Atsushi’s knee as he puzzled out what he was going to do. A Rashomon tendril slid inside, curled in on itself, about as thick as his finger—and Atsushi squirmed as it pressed deeper than Akutagawa’s cock could reach.

His decision made, Atsushi hummed in satisfaction when Akutagawa sank his cock back in as well, the Rashomon tendril curling around him inside Atsushi. Atsushi had a hand on his cock and was stroking it, before Rashomon grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him back. “No touching,” Akutagawa reminded him crossly.

“More…?” Atsushi asked hopefully even as he felt Rashomon plunge deep, and maintained eye contact as more tendrils, each as thick as the first, squeezed in around Akutagawa’s cock. They all pressed on his inner walls, each in a different direction, and it was like being fingered but so much more, deeper, and with Akutagawa’s cock nestled up against his prostate.

Atsushi breathed out through his nose, fingers scrabbling against Akutagawa’s thigh. Akutagawa twisted his head, he’d stopped thrusting in as the tendrils were introduced, and now was just holding tight, enjoying the way everything was squeezing around his dick. “More,” Atsushi begged, and Akutagawa wet his lips and considered this.

He pulled Rashomon back, and Atsushi whined, upset at the feeling of emptiness, and that whine turned full-blown when Akutagawa pulled out as well. He was using himself to eyeball it, though, and the Rashomon tendrils that wrapped together formed something akin to a cock, if slightly bigger—and definitely longer—than Akutagawa’s own.

Atsushi moaned when the Rashomon-dick plunged into him, filling him up immediately. His cock bobbed against his belly, leaving slick trails where the head kissed skin, and Akutagawa enjoyed watching Atsushi take every bit of it, panting and gasping. Once it was entirely in, he pushed his own cock in alongside, and it was tighter than anything he’d tried so far. Atsushi keened, and Rashomon fucked in deep; Akutagawa was startled to realize that he could see it move, a small bulge forming above Atsushi’s cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Atsushi was changing, head dug all the way back into the mattress and eyes squeezed shut. Akutagawa grabbed his wrist with one hand and Atsushi whined, trying to twist it free. “I haven’t touched, I haven’t,” he panted, but Akutagawa grabbed his hand and pushed it against his skin, and held it there as Rashomon rammed in again.

Atsushi’s mouth opened but no sound emerged that Akutagawa could hear for a solid thirty seconds. Then he twisted, hand still pressed to the bulge, and grabbed at the sheet Akutagawa had wrapped himself in. “More,” Atsushi gasped, gone mad with it. “Harder—!”

Too much more of this and he’d split clear in two, so Akutagawa regretfully only added one or two more tendrils to the creation pounding away at Atsushi’s insides; and watched with great satisfaction as Atsushi pressed both his hands to the spot where they could both see Rashomon move when she bottomed out.

Atsushi’s back arched and his hips started to rise off the bed. Rashomon kept him down even as his cock spurted hot, white trails over his hands and stomach. As soon as his cock stopped pulsing, Rashomon slammed into his walls again and Atsushi wailed, bouncing the headboard against the wall and coming apart all over again, the climax clearly painful. Akutagawa fucked him through it, shallow thrusts of his cock hitting Atsushi’s prostate directly, and then some of Rashomon squeezing him tight while still inside Atsushi, until he came as well.

Akutagawa remained between his legs, though he had slipped out when he came. Rashomon, however, remained inside, keeping Atsushi in place, filled completely; he was breathing in great gulping sobs, somehow still on the edge of coherent.

He looked up at Akutagawa with wide, glittering eyes, tears tracked down his face and immediately Akutagawa’s gut twisted with worry…at least until Atsushi blindly grabbed at his hand, pulling him in, and gasped, “again!”

~*~

“Is it still called caterwauling when it’s a tiger?” Dazai asked reflectively, hands folded over his stomach.

“Shut the fuck up,” Chuuya said, head buried underneath all the pillows and half under Dazai as well. “Just shut up.”

[harshing-your-buzz]

"i-" *think*

[jenahid]

[mermaidair]

“Tbh with you, yogi boo boo, don’t get surgery unless it hurts.”

[kikis-writing-world]

The nanny (Jonathan) WIP has got me very curious👀

Thanks for asking about it, anon! I love talking WIPs! Blame a particular scene in Episode 2 for this one lol

Reader is the nanny for Mira and Jonathan before the separation, but when they do split, she's working even more. She thinks Jonathan is attractive but he's off limits (or is he?) He thinks she's already left one evening, and she finds him upstairs-

NSFW preview under the cut.

Ask me about a WIP (linked here) and I’ll talk about it!

Warnings: unedited/unbetad first draft preview of a WIP including masturbation, pornography, a touch of nonconsensual voyeurism. Proceed with your own caution.

There had to be something you could do. You filled the little electric kettle, clicking it on as you stared in the cupboard of teas and coffees. The sleepy time tea stood out, but you weren’t sure if Jonathan was planning on staying up for work tonight. Maybe some Earl Grey would be better suited. Leaving the kettle to boil, you started to head up the stairs to ask him.

“Jonathan?” You called softly as you crept up the stairs. You didn’t want to startle him, but you didn’t want to call loud enough to wake Ava again. He didn’t respond, so you continued your ascent.

His back was to the stairs, hunched over his desk when he came into view. You nearly called out to him again when you noticed the motion of his arm. The up and down pattern, his shoulder bouncing with the movement. Your breath caught in your throat as you wondered is he…?

You should leave. You should go back downstairs, gather your things and leave for the night. Instead, your feet carried you closer.

You held your breath as you took several slow steps forward. His screen was in view and you could see the porn he was watching. A curvy brunette was playing with herself, her fingers deep inside her as she pouted her lips at the camera. She must have been talking dirty, her mouth moving as she threw her head back. You hadn’t noticed the earbuds in his ears until now.

Jonathan grunted, stifled and quiet as he tried to smother his pleasure. It froze you in place, warmth spreading through your stomach and down to your cunt. You longed to hear that sound at full volume, not held back in secret.

You needed to leave. This was wrong. So wrong.

[pipbellerophon]

THEN THEY CALL YOU BEATEN... BUT YOU DONT WANT TO HEAR MY STORY

[vulcanette]

having work troubles again where all my temp jobs are ending abruptly and I can’t keep a steady source of income and I’m quite anxious and upset (but I have faith it’s gonna work out) so I used my nervous and upset energy to clean my entire house this weekend, culminating in an aggressive round of mopping and washing today and now, at least, I feel worn out and like I did something. so 🤷🏻‍♀️

[why-so-melxncholy-archived]

weird shit that’s happened in these books that make me wonder what kind of dystopic universe this is set in:

in book one, count olaf attempts to marry violet in a play by using a legal document and a “bona fide justice of the peace” i.e justice strauss to perform the marriage. in the play, count olaf and violet are not in character and so justice strauss uses their real names instead of the names of the characters they’re supposedly playing. why no one thought this suspicious is beyond me. 

uncle monty was the most normal out of everyone the baudelaires have lived with. we stan him. 

aunt josephine’s house would never sell if she tried (which she wouldn’t do because she was frightened of realtors) and no one in their right mind would allow children to live in a house that practically dangled off the edge of a cliff. 

speaking of, that house fell when hurricane herman hit. hurricanes don’t form over lakes. which aunt josephine’s house was over lake lachrymose. 

in the 4th book, the children are forced to work in a lumbermill when they aren’t even of age to work; even sunny, who is an infant. the employees are also paid in coupons and are given a stick of gum for lunch. What The Fu--

in the 5th book, vice principal nero runs his school in ways that would have it shut down immediately if this took place in our universe. if children are late to breakfast, lunch, or dinner, their drinks are served to them in puddles. if they get caught in the administration building without permission, their silverware is taken away from them and they have to use their hands. if they are late to class, their hands are tied behind their backs so they have to eat like a dog. 

the baudelaires are forced to sleep in the “orphan shack” because in order to live in the dorms they need an official signature from a parent or guardian. which they don’t have. 

sunny is forced to work as nero’s secretary even though she is a baby, and she automatically gets her silverware taken from her as shes in the admin building without permission. where she’s supposed to be. to work. 

in book 6, fashion is taken more seriously than functionality, no matter how ridiculous. what’s “in” and what’s “out” is the only thing that matters. 

in book 7 there’s a village that burns people at the stake when they break the rules. come on man i thought we were past this during the salem witch trials. 

book 8 violet nearly gets her head cut off for the sake of “medical research”. okay champ. 

in book 9, there is a carnival that mirrors a gladiator ring. people are fed to lions and no one questions it. 

[youandme-and]

"You know, food delivery would be a good way to figure out the neighborhood you're casing."

"We used to ask who was buying candy the most to find potential customers; drugs make sugar really, really hard to pass up."

[scriveyner]

always summer #7

always summer #7: creampie | bungou stray dogs |🎩🤕 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1400 words

They’d stayed up most of the night, smoking and drinking and just enjoying each other’s company, but Dazai had grown silent in the early hours of dawn. Chuuya sprawled in the chair he’d dragged to the French doors that opened out to a small private balcony; he was most of the way through his pack of cigarettes, an empty bottle of Jack laying on its side on the table beside his ashtray.

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“You still awake, shitty Dazai?” Chuuya flicked his cigarette into the ashtray and stood. The morning air drifting through the doors was misty, cooler than he expected, but still thick and heavy with humidity. He leaned against the tiny balcony’s railing and exhaled; there were ducks flying overhead, distant specks landing in the water, honking faintly.

He heard the bed creak as his bandage-wasting machine rolled off and joined him sluggishly on the balcony. They’d meant to sleep, he was sure of it, but he’d gone all the way through drunk and come out the other side, the hangover starting to rear its unwanted head. “It’s morning,” Dazai said, sounding fresh, even if he looked like he’d just been excavated by Carter. “Why is it morning?”

“Well,” Chuuya scratched his jaw. “We got shitfaced drunk and somehow didn’t fuck or fall asleep. I’m not sure how that happened, either.”

“There’s still time to make those happen,” Dazai murmured, sliding in close, and Chuuya pushed Dazai’s face away with his hand. “Come on,” he whined, and Chuuya made a face.

“Your breath is atrocious,” he said, and Dazai whimpered, wrapping around him like a koala. “I’m serious, Dazai, go fucking gargle toothpaste or something, shit. I’m not kissing you.”

It spoke to the level of horniness that Dazai actually disengaged and wandered across the room without further bellyaching. There was a small water closet adjoining, just the toilet and sink, because there was a fucking heart-shaped jacuzzi in the goddamned room, with mirrors and everything. Dazai left the door open as he took a leak and, also, brushed his teeth. Chuuya turned around, hooking his elbows over the rail, eyebrow raised.

“You must really want to fuck,” he said, impressed.

“You? Always.” Dazai leaned out of the bathroom and gave him a sultry grin, which would be more effective if he wasn’t clad in boxer shorts and bandages that were a fucking mess. It was effective enough, however, because he allowed Dazai to join him on the porch, framing his body, hands on either side of his elbows and head tilted down to kiss him.

Chuuya caught one of the loose loops of bandage that crossed Dazai’s chest, cocking his head slightly and licking his lips.

“I could do you right here,” Dazai murmured, head tilted down and in, eyes dark. “Spread you open against the railing; you can watch the sun come up over the trees while I fuck you stupid.”

Chuuya bit his bottom lip, the smirk escaping despite himself. “You know where the condoms an’ lube are.”

The sky lightened slowly, crept from grey and misty to a pink and coral dawn. Chuuya leaned against the railing, forearms pressed to the smooth rail and head down as Dazai kissed up his neck, three fingers deep and crooked just right, making his knees tremble with every flex.

“Look at you,” Dazai murmured appreciatively, breath stirring his hair, dangling down over his shoulder. “You’re so high-strung, my gorgeous little slug—”

Chuuya elbowed back blindly, but Dazai was too quick for him. “Don’t call me that when we’re doing this,” Chuuya grunted, and bit back a less inventive curse when Dazai pushed his fingers in deep again. His cock bobbed, drooling from the head, and he shifted the weight he had pressed against his arms to wrap his hand around himself and give his neglected cock a few enthusiastic tugs.

“Ah-ah, that’s cheating,” Dazai hummed, fingers withdrawing and slick hand catching Chuuya by the wrist.

Chuuya glared at him over his shoulder and rolled his eyes when Dazai kissed the tip of his nose. “Can you just,” he shifted his weight again, going up on the balls of his feet because Dazai was taller (fuck! him!), and was gratified when Dazai released his wrist and put both his hands on Chuuya’s hips.

It shouldn’t be this good, and yet.

He breathed out slow and steady and Dazai murmured affectionate nonsense into his ear, keeping him hiked up on the balls of his feet as he pressed in, their bodies comfortable with each other.

“Chuuya,” Dazai breathed into his shoulder, voice reverent, and Chuuya would laugh but he felt too good, Dazai angled just right, and instead knocked his head back, smacking into Dazai’s unintentionally. “Fuck!”

“Yeah,” Chuuya groaned. “That’s the spirit.”

And oh, did they fuck. Dazai knew how to work him over just right, kept pushing him toward the edge and then slowing, drawing him back, keeping him from cresting over. He would have kicked Dazai if his knees weren’t gone to jelly, held up somehow by the railing and Dazai’s cock and little else. Sunlight was beginning to dapple the trees by the time Dazai got tired of his little game and kept driving home until Chuuya was gone, electricity scattering through his limbs like stars.

Dazai followed quickly after, arms wrapped around Chuuya’s chest, hips jerking erratically—and Chuuya moaned when he finally came, buried deep. He hung his head and panted loud, Dazai wrapped around him still, cock throbbing inside as he started to go soft.

Chuuya lifted his head.

Dazai slipped out finally and Chuuya did kick, caught him just above the knee and he staggered back, yelping like an injured animal.

“You fucker,” Chuuya said, rivulets of frothy white running down the insides of his thighs as Dazai’s load began to succumb to gravity. “You diseased cocksucker. I told you to get a condom!”

Dazai leaned back against the door, nursing his poor, abused leg. “You only asked if I knew where they were,” he defended himself, eyes locked between Chuuya’s legs and clearly enjoying his handiwork.

“You knew exactly what I meant, asshole!”

“But you look so good like this,” Dazai licked his lips and ducked as Chuuya took a swing at him. “It’s not like you can’t use your ability to deal with it. I’ve seen you do it before, it’s hot.”

“Fuck you!”

“If you yell any louder, you’re going to wake everyone else,” Dazai said, and wisely retreated back into the room.

~*~

Chuuya took care of his business in the bathroom, cleaning out expertly because Dazai was right and he had used his gravity ability to encourage a hasty exit, but the last thing he wanted was to admit it, so he kicked off his soiled boxers and climbed into the four-poster bed beside Dazai, naked. Sunlight drifted through the doors that they’d left standing open.

“Mm,” Dazai hummed as Chuuya flopped next to him, refusing to use Dazai’s outstretched arm as a pillow. “Doesn’t Atsushi-kun want to go on that hike today? We should freshen up.”

“Yeah, hard pass,” Chuuya said, eyes already half-mast. “Go put a note on the door. Tell them we’re dead.”

He was asleep before Dazai returned to the bed, closing the French doors and drawing the blinds against the morning sunlight. Despite that, he still turned in toward Dazai, who put his arms around Chuuya and held him, while he slept.

~*~

“You should have left the note up so he could see it,” Akutagawa said as Atsushi shredded the paper into tiny pieces. “It would have been entertaining to watch Chuuya make Dazai eat it.”

“I don’t want to think about that,” Atsushi declared. “Just like I don’t ever want to think about a note that says Chuuya-san got his ass blasted and can’t walk ever again.” He made a face at himself for even speaking it aloud, shuddered once, and retrieved a water from the fridge. “I also don’t want to be here when they do wake up.”

“You are awfully perky for someone who woke me up after barely three hours of sleep just to listen to sex noises.”

Atsushi flushed red. “Can we just go? I don’t want to think about that, either.”

“Yet you woke me to listen to it.” Akutagawa tilted his head, giving Atsushi a lazy smirk. “I much prefer the noises you make; I still think I should have made you drown them out.”

“Akutagawa.”

“What? I guarantee you’d enjoy it.” Akutagawa closed the door behind them, clearly put out at Atsushi’s reaction to the suggestion. “Well, you would.”

[harshing-your-buzz]

did i evver post this??? idk

[incoherentbee]

i miss eating plants in my yarn </3

[theothervonkarmagirl]

🍭:

When I tell you I am stuck in traffic and I have not moved for 20 minutes lmaooo

I literally put it in park and cleaned it out we DID NOT MOVE

Good thing I got gas before this holy moly

[theinnocentwarrior]

[Just made a minor update to my rules. Figured I’d make it explicitly clear that I do not expect reblog karma from anyone who wants to reblog memes they like on my blogs. I also do not require people to go to the source. If you want to, great. If not, I am not bothered.]

[scakeuk]

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[thelcsdaily]

Creamy Lemony Chicken Sausage Orzo

This one-pot meal is a great addition to any recipe book. This recipe might be your go-to on nights when your fridge is nearly empty or you just don't have the energy to prepare a fancy dinner. Here, orzo gets toasted in olive oil that’s infused with the flavors of lemon, garlic, and butter before cooking in a flavorful chicken broth amped up with tomatoes and dried oregano. When they simmer, the starch they produce gives the sauce a creamy texture that is reminiscent of risotto. It's a quick and easy dinner to prepare because everything is prepared in a single pot in less than an hour. Topped with fresh Parmesan and freshly ground black pepper.

“Eating is so intimate. It’s very sensual. When you invite someone to sit at your table and you want to cook for them, you’re inviting a person into your life.” — Maya Angelou