#weird prompt contest

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prompt: The horrors ^___^

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david/paddy + fuck for the ask game pls!

thank you!! (also i'm so sorry, i was very distracted last night XD)

Fuck + David/Paddy

It's a competition, although Paddy's no longer sure what they're competing for. To remember, perhaps, what the point of all this is. As his fingers tangle in sweat-damp hair and a thrust of his hips draws a moan from David, he suspects it's a contest they've both long since lost.

Lost, and won. David's fingers bite back, thighs tight around Paddy's waist, and Paddy hides his face against David's neck. The heat of him only makes Paddy press in harder, breath deeper, and hold on tighter. He's lost, yes, but somehow he's found somewhere he can belong.

Rogue Heroes KTF

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Has anyone ever written an omegaverse story that's a reality dating show but with a/b/o? Like, imagine Love is Blind but it's like Love Without Scent or something where they have to fall for each other without being able to smell each other (and they have those pods but they can see each other through thick glass, like they're both fish in aquariums). Or the Bachelor where there's a bunch of omegas tryna get an alpha and there's a big scandal because one of the omegas uses contraband to force a heat to get with the alpha and it's a huge scandal

[iznsfw]

Fic idea: Mommy contest eunbi vs irene

Predator & Prey

Part Four of Dulce Periculum | Previous Part | Next Chapter

Red Velvet's Bae Joohyun (Irene) x IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut

7,994 words

Categories | principal!Irene x (jealous)girlfriend!Eunbi x student!You, mommy kink, cunnilingus, oral double blowjob, snowballing, cumswap, degradation, female cucking

Surprise, it was a spoiler! Had to move the time to avoid posting in the night lol So... this is dedicated to @subfortwice, who ignites the Dulce Periculum universe, @idevian whose tutor Eunbi ask started it all, to my birthday twin @eunbisrabbit who had the idea of the collarbone thing, and to best boi @sinswithpleasure. I appreciate everything and every one of you guys! And again, sorry for the usual self-indulgent style that the whole Dulce Periculum series is based on XD and the barely edited fic. Eunrene just drive me crazy

“You little brat.”

That’s the first thing you say the next time you see Eunbi at school. Not even a “hi” or a “how are you,” but when she’s set you up to fuck her teacher and led you into a trap, it’s definitely a nice way to open your little story. This tiny little thing of a story going down, down, down the rabbit hole. 

(Holes.)

It’s all her fault. She’s conveniently fended off your questioning of the incident at the Kwon household. Now, however, with her parents nowhere to save her from your schemes, you’ve got your eyes on her. Soon, your hands will be, too. She can’t escape now. 

Eunbi squeals in fear and excitement when you run after her. Alright, so maybe she can escape. That’s fair. You bump through masses of walking students, trying to find her in the crowd. It's impossible to not identify her when her glasses and wavy hair give her away, so your eyes remain locked on her like a sniper. Your hands just itch to get on her. 

Students pass you weird and amused looks. You and Eunbi, after all, are always on some dumb shit. However, you care not for it especially if ignoring them leads you to finally cornering your girlfriend in the backyard school garden. It's a dead end—no windows or doors are here for her to attract help. She's laughing, too, and screaming a little as you pin her to the high school building wall. 

"Mmm, oppa," she giggles between her squirms and struggles, "stop—"

"You think you were slick, Eunbi?" you ask. Your fist keeps her wrists above her head. What a pretty little twist of fate—if she lured you into the trap that's Kim Taeyeon, now you're the one tying her up into your makeshift trap. It's more satisfying than seeing Jo Yuri get scolded. "For whoring me out to that teacher you're so obsessed with?"

She nods mindlessly. "Yesss."

"Brat." Kiss her. She giggles. Of course, that prompts several other kisses. "That's what you are, you know. A little fucking brat." 

Your chest fills with happiness at how she smiles and laughs despite your teasing words. She knows you'd never do anything to hurt her. It's all a little fun play of words. A little skit, to be more truthful. 

Speaking of, there's some factualness to your words, too, and she knows it. Eunbi's crushed on Taeyeon for too long and sees her as an actual mommy that she isn't jealous of your little getaway with her at all. She's probably prouder than you'd assume of her idea. 

But of course, she denies it. Denies it with every inch of her annoyingly gorgeous body.

"Can you please forgive me, oppa?" Eunbi's eyes gleam. "I promise I won't slut you out to mommy again, I pinky promise!"

She's wearing the uniform Taeyeon borrowed, and thinking of how there's still some of your teacher on it, that there's a good amount of your cum embedded into its fabric, makes you more turned on than you should. Eunbi with her arms up in her tiny uniform is an added factor. 

But then there's also a few more classes to attend. You can't fuck her here. You'd love to more than anything, yet Eunbi has her priorities, and you don't want to hold her back.

Release her hands. "One day I'll get back at you," you warn. "You're really gonna get it."

You let her off with a warning. You can be the cop here—you'd cuff her hands with your fingers, tack them to a wall or mattress, teach her a lesson. Tear that cheeky smile off her face and replace it with the lewdest expression. But you're a good cop, or at least, as good as one can get. You know it's what she wants: to be punished incessantly, so you're not giving it to her. It would be putting out fire with fire.

You turn her heel to leave. Like so, you leave her unfulfilled and needy, which is exactly how you want her to be.

"Oppa!" whines Eunbi. She runs after you. "I'm sorry!"

You shut your eyes and laugh. In hindsight, you really shouldn't have. It would have shown you a dash of a shadow mooring and watching, and prepared you for what will happen later on. 

-

Let's just say later on a letter is written. You and Eunbi don't know it yet, but there is a letter—it's written in rehearsed formality, sent to the principal's office, and given by a person who's got more control than they should have. 

So, again, just for context: there's real parchment sent to her that ties this whole story together. There's a dual meeting, and a whole lot of evidence. Keep that in mind.

-

It's one giant teenage hell in the classroom.

The boys are gaming on their phones with the Filipino exchange student, who introduced them to League of Legends. The girls have flocked to the bathrooms arm in arm, while the others stay behind to braid some of their classmates’ hair. There’s messy chalked writing on the blackboard, some too explicit to even be allowed (“Wan-pipty for wan subo," courtesy of the Filipino student, of course, and although you don’t understand his language, you have a good idea of what it means), and others promoting their favorite K-pop groups (“stan BLACKPINK, you uncultured fucks!!!!!”, to which someone has replied: “Doesn’t everyone?”).

But what else can you expect from a batch of eighteen-year-olds, especially when it’s vacant time? 

That's right: exactly this.

Either-which-way, it’s a complete mess, is what you’re saying. There's no one around to keep the noisy mess contained, not even Eunbi, who's trying to vent her frustration through doodling on her notebook. She’s already drawn several plotless comics and a rabbit named Bi, but the noise still gets to her. It irks her soul so much that her hands squeeze up and loosen too much of a grasp on her pen.

Click. It bounces back up. You catch it with one swoop of your hand. You could be Spiderman in another life. Watch out, Tom Holland, or whatever. 

“God,” she says, looking up from her notebook with a frustrated, sarcastic smile, “do these people ever shut up?”

You chuckle. You’re an open fan of Eunbi breaking her kind, forgiving character and just growing tired of everyone’s bullshit. It’s an occurrence rarer than thunder coming before lightning, a once-in-a-lifetime show only a select few are allowed to see. She’s too kind, really, that although she's the lead role, she bails out of it often.

Gesture to the messy classroom and say, in a matter-of-fact voice: “Welcome to senior year.”

“Can you tell them to be quiet?” she asks.

“Miss Myoui said only you can.” Quote her: “‘You’re the president, right? You go tell ‘em.’”

Right, Eunbi says to herself. She’s been wrapped up in too many responsibilities—captain of the volleyball team, president of every school club you can think of, plus end-of-the-year valedictorian just to name a few—that she forgets that these positions even hold meaning. It’s the norm for her to be given the highest positions in each category that it’s quite tiring, if she were to be honest. But she has her mother to please, along with herself. She can’t let either of them down.

Sighing, she leans back into her chair. “I just wish everything would, like, stop for a moment.” She closes her eyes, as if to dream of that being possible. Unfortunately, the world goes on with or without the fantasizing. “I wish I could get a break.”

“Hey.” You pat her thigh and caress it above her short school skirt. “Cheer up. You don’t have to be so excellent all the time. You can just,” wring a hand in the air for emphasis, “you know, be okay. Average.”

“But my mom…” 

Sigh. You realize it’s easier said than done. While your parents are lenient and have gotten used to your low grades, your girlfriend’s aren’t that nice. You know that from your visits to the Kwon household. Her mother and father try to be subtle about the pressure, but there’s something in the air that passes and tenses that tells you there’s a lot more to the situation than you think. Whatever it is, it's clear that being a Kwon isn't that fun.

Sometimes you wish you could trade places with Eunbi and withstand her problems for her. You hate seeing her like this. 

“Your mom?” a menacing new voice asks. “Or would you rather say… mommy?”

Eunbi’s eyes open suddenly and enlarge. She recognizes that word, and unfortunately, she remembers using it on someone she shouldn't have been with. So do you, for which you turn your gaze upwards. 

Of course it’s Jo Yuri. She’s your mortal enemy dressed in deceiving innocent school uniform. She’s wearing a knowing smile on her face. It always means bad news, and right now, the main topic of it is you. 

What does she know? Most importantly: why did she say that? 

In your anxiety, you can’t even defend yourself or your girlfriend.

“Y-Yuri—” stammers Eunbi, the look in her eyes being one of a deer caught in headlights. She’s a terrible liar at heart, so even if she were able to finish her sentence, it would have come out oddly. Probably even add up to proof of her guilt.

Yuri smirks proudly. “I know all about your dirty little secret, Eunbi,” she says. “About what you did with professor Kim while everyone was at the Intrams… about what you called her…”

Every step she takes rounding your cluster spells trouble, and you can’t say you didn’t bring it upon yourself. However, you're still scared to death.

“Cut it,” you say. Even for a troublemaker, your voice trembles. Not a good look… er, sound, rather. “We don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Your head races with anxious thoughts and distress. How did Yuri know about that little session you had with Taeyeon? Were you guys that loud? Perhaps she had a source or spy nearby? You've no idea which one it is, and that's what scares you more than the consequences.

Eunbi's silent, refusing to speak. She looks anywhere but Yuri's eyes. Her ears are red and it's impossible to denote anything from the two of you but obvious guilt.

“Oh, is that so?” Yuri pouts mockingly. "Guess you'll have no reason to talk to principal Bae right"—she checks her watch, then smiles widely—"now."

The speaker attached to the wall of your classroom buzzes, catches the attention of everyone and says: "Will miss Kwon from 12-A and her boyfriend please come down to the principal's office?"

Okay, so maybe you are scared of the consequences just as much as you're scared of how Yuri found out.

Everyone's looking at you now. How could you feel so cold yet so hot at the same time? Everybody's eyes are burning holes in your skin, and your spine's undergone several chills that you feel numb already. 

Are you even alive? 

Your breaths are bated and Eunbi's shifting in her seat nervously. You should have seen this happening. Yuri's had a vendetta against the two of you ever since you and Eunbi got together. She's haughty, she's proud, she's rich—and for that, she's got her sources everywhere, can even manipulate official school results through pure influence. You hate yourself for being a terrible boyfriend and letting this happen to Eunbi. 

Yuri smiles as you and Eunbi rise from your seats. She waves goodbye at you coyly, and leaves everyone in the room confused. Each one of them, even the boys gaming at the back, are wondering the same thing word-for-word: what happened?

-

You don't speak while taking the stairs with her, and neither does she. You don't tell her that you're dizzy from the curving paths and she doesn't say how cold her hands are. However, you both know so, since you're both reluctant and afraid to meet the principal and didn't expect it to reach this point. It's your fault and hers, equally split, the modern day Adam and Eve. Could Yuri be the snake? Would God banish you? 

Probably, but you had it coming.

The steps you take are slow. You're afraid of what might come. But you suppose nobody's more afraid than Eunbi. She's the face of the school for the honors she's achieved. Everything can go wrong with one wrong move, and that's what this is. She put everything on the line, not expecting anything to happen, only for it to be taken all away.

Once you reach the ground floor, Eunbi suddenly grabs your wrist. Her small hand can only wrap around half of it, but her hold is tight. It carries meaning in its tightness, urging you to look at her.

"Oppa, j-just want to say…" She looks down at her school shoes in shame. "I'm sorry for pulling you into this."

You're not mad at her. You can never be. You're just… regretful. If you hadn't let lust propel your actions, maybe there wouldn't be reason for the two of you to be down here. You've been sent to the principal's office countless times, but this is the first time you're actually scared. What more when it's with Eunbi? She's never gotten in trouble before.

"Don't be," is all you say. "Let's just get it over with, okay? Together?" 

Mold your hand to fit hers, and she's smiling again, in spite of what's about to come.

You make the first move to knock. Eunbi nearly cries as she watches your knuckles meet wood. You wrap an arm around her and enter.

Long time, no see. Bae Irene's office is as grand as ever. Seems like this is where the tuition fees go: grand marble floors, a statue of a naked Greek goddess, and a fine desk that sits in the center of the room. Certificates, awards, and medals stack the shelves and walls that put even Eunbi's achievements to shame. Perhaps they're what intimidate her more than the woman standing in front of the desk.

"Good afternoon, miss Bae," you say. 

In certain angles, the principal looks just like Eunbi. Or maybe it's the other way around? The glasses don't help differentiate them. That makes you understand why people have a theory that there's a kind of narcissism in Irene that made her put Eunbi as the face of the school. 

What else can you expect from Irene, anyway? She's older, wiser, and tougher. The last one bears repeating. That by itself should be good enough justification as to why you shouldn't have fucked Taeyeon, why you shouldn't be such a troublemaker. God knows she's tired of seeing your face in here. She’d expect Eunbi would have a good influence on you, but instead, you've turned your poor girlfriend into a nymphomaniac. 

Maybe everything about this is your fault after all.

Irene knows this. "You've turned your girlfriend into one of yours, hm?" she asks. Rhetorical question or not, all three of you know the answer. "First time seeing you here, miss Kwon."

"Miss Bae," says Eunbi timidly. She's trying a diplomatic approach here—it's all she knows in navigating life. Unfortunately, it won’t work here. "We're sorry. It won't happen again."

She smiles condescendingly. "So you know why you're here."

Irene's peaceful yet scary tone is exactly the reason for her English name, derived from the goddess of peace. She looks the part, too. Her pale skin can be the marble used to carve her most holy altar, and her sharp gaze can be replicated in it. She's like an older and more intimidating counterpart of Eunbi. She's smart as well, but not afraid to show it.

"I—I’m sorry," Eunbi says, realizing she's cornered into confession. It's as if all her speaking skills have evaporated in this room. It makes her nervous; you know so because her hand’s almost deathly cold in your touch. "We'll do anything to make it right." 

Irene clicks her tongue. "It doesn't work that way, miss Kwon. You two had sexual relations with a teacher. It isn't something that can be resolved with community service."

How did she know? You think and think, and all your suspicions, though they jump from Taeyeon (she's in the wrong here, too, so why should she be suspected when she's at as much risk in getting trouble?) to Minju (why the angel, out of all people?) to anybody else, all lead to one person: 

Jo Yuri. Of course it was her. But how?

You suppose that doesn't matter now that you're in Irene's office again. What's worse is that you brought Eunbi with you, the one person you swore you wouldn't toss into all your trouble. It feels like betraying her and everything your relationship has promised.

"Look," you say, taking a step forward, "we're sorry. Really. But please just let me take the blame. Suspend me or something. Just please don't hurt professor Kim or Eunbi, miss Bae."

"How touching, Kim Taeyeon's got you head over heels for her. I wonder what made you like her that much."

"Nothing, miss Bae. It was… just a one-time thing."

"I see, so the word 'mommy' doesn’t ring a bell?"

You stiffen. So does Eunbi, suddenly losing grip of your hand and losing her balance a little. In conclusion: yea, that word rings not only a bell, but a whole fucking gong in your mind.

Of course, Irene sees through this and rolls her eyes to heaven, as if she were making fun of you telepathically to an unknown deity. "Oh, so it does, huh?" she says, lifting her hands in the air. It's obvious, really, and she should have expected it. "Of course. One woman treats you like shit during sex and you drool for her. Of-fucking-course."

Your professional principal daring to curse in front of her students catches you off guard. But you know that, despite this, she's right. There are a lot of deeply internalized issues in you and Eunbi that would have reserved the right to be connected to the fling. These issues are the reason you like Taeyeon after all, but justifying the situation using them won't help your case at all. Irene doesn't take kindly to beggars of pity.

She walks over to the two of you. You subconsciously back away. It's instinctive, and you really should have gone through with what your gut tells you when the woman continues.

"I wonder how you ended up with miss Kwon then, if that's your type." Irene approaches her lookalike and laughs a little. "This little girl can't even get on top without begging for your dick five seconds later."

"That's not true," Eunbi stutters. She tenses up when the older woman strokes her shoulders. "I, I take control all the time, miss Bae. You can't just assume…"

If whatever's going on weren't putting your life at stake, you'd let out the biggest laugh to ever be heard by man. It's just insanely untrue. Eunbi's the most passive girl you've had the blessing to be with. It's just not in her to dominate in the bedroom. Debates and civil arguments in school are all things she tops, but when it comes to you, it's just out of the question.

"Then show me," Irene says. Massaging the girl's shoulders, her smirk creates a new punishment for you to abide by. "Show me how you control your bad little boyfriend."

The anxious, whimpering Eunbi has no time to think about how fucked up this is. She grabs your shoulders and pushes you to Irene's desk. She kisses you clumsily, tearing your uniform with shaking hands. 

Her lips create a path downwards your chest. She unbuckles your belt and drops to her knees. You breathe through your teeth when her mouth works itself on your cock. Down, up, down, up, and a sweet little kiss at the tip. Perfect for you, but not for your principal, who has higher standards, apparently.

Irene smirks, shaking her head pitifully. "Darling," she says before she kneels before you, too, "you really don't know how to do this, do you?"

Eunbi shakes her head. The fact that she's ashamed is, unlike her claim earlier, not a lie.

"Ah." In a sudden affectionate and motherly act, Irene rubs the student's thigh. "You're better off being a good little girl, is that it?" 

"Mmm. Yes."

“You’d rather be your oppa’s submissive little doll? Do anything he wants?”

“Y-yes, miss Bae.”

"That won't do here. You have to pay for what you've done, or else it wouldn't be fair."

Eunbi whines. Is it in protest or pleasure? Irene's fingers have crept under her skirt and to regions they're supposed to be restricted from. The cause is probably a mix of both, but you can guess what they're doing when you see Eunbi grinding down on your principal's hidden hand. 

"How about this?" Irene offers to you. "Miss Kwon and I will take turns on you. We test out who can dominate you better, and whoever does gets to do whatever they want to the rest."

"Miss Bae—" 

Irene pulls her fingers out of Eunbi and spanks her. Your girlfriend gasps and her hips flinch. Yeah,  apparently, there's no way to back out of this. "Close the door, slut. Lock it. You, shut the blinds. I don't want to get in trouble for fucking you spoiled brats."

There's truly no resistant bone in Eunbi's body with how quickly she scampers to the door. You can't say you're any better. You and your girlfriend obey the principal's orders like you're her pets, and perhaps that's a little true. Maybe this is the beginning of something new. Something a little screwed up, yeah, but new.

Whatever this is, you hope it'll get you out of getting your life royally fucked over. You used to not give a damn if that ever happened, but when Eunbi's on your side, you become more cautious. 

(If you were in a better state of mind, you’d recognize how having sex with your principal can and will contribute to your cautiousness going to no avail, but you’ve got two gorgeous women kneeling in front of you. What else is better than this?)

"Sit down." Irene pushes you down her swivel chair. "We're gonna have fun with you first. Call this a little," she winks, "practice session."

Your heart almost stops. You're thrust down even more into the cushion, and the foreign feeling of the principal's tongue provides an aching rush of blood to your cock. Meanwhile, Eunbi attends to your heavy balls, licking and sucking at the sensitive flesh. 

Your skin is on fire. The two beautiful women smear their salivas on your erection. Their tongues collide at times, making Eunbi recoil in shock at times, but not for too long that your penis is devoid of attention. Irene doesn’t mind at all. She’s fine with the occasional dab of her tongue on Eunbi’s mouth, and coating the sheen of saliva she’s left with more. No inch is left needy—while Irene teases your base with sharp licks between smirks, the other girl sloppily makes out with your dickhead. 

"Stop. You don't want your boyfriend here to think he can do anything he wants to you.” Irene’s rough fist stiffens the mast of your erection, and although it's pleasurable, it's also painful. Her speed is too much for a start to the show. "You need to put him in his place. Do it because you want to feel good about it, not him."

"B-but…"

"I'll show you."

Eunbi departs from your crotch and Irene does… well, nowhere near leaving, that's for sure. It's like your cock was just liquid streaming down her throat with how fast she takes you in. Her mouth is small, but she swallows it all expertly. Her hands tie your thighs down to the chair.

Being in Irene's mouth is a wet dream. Literally. Her slick tongue and cheeks rub your tip. They're just appetizers for the main course: her delectable throat that's thin and tight on you. She's almost forcing you to deal with her relentless blowing, betting her career that you can't withstand it. She doesn't need innocent, Bambi eyes to make it appealing when she has that goddess-like face, yet you have to prove her wrong.

But then she wraps her soft, jutted lips around your base and elegantly slides them up with puckered suction. She's not even fucking your rod with her throat anymore and you automatically say something you shouldn't have:

"Mommy, please."

Irene stops and smiles at Eunbi. "See what I'm saying?" she says with overflowing satisfaction. "It just comes naturally to him, doesn't it? Now it's your turn. Make me proud."

The pupil obeys. When has she ever done anything but that? You aren't complaining, though; her pretty mouth ranks up in their competition. 

The two women are so different in so many different ways. Eunbi's gentle blowing, her eyes glimmering with broken innocence that always dart to your face to see if you're enjoying, is far from Irene's harsh one. She bluntly licks at your tip, sparking precum to drip into her mouth, before she slowly takes it all in. Again, widely different compared to Irene's experienced swallow, but who's keeping note? You sure aren't; you're just glad to have the best of both worlds.

"That's a good girl," Irene says. She gathers Eunbi's hair into a makeshift ponytail to help her out. "Don't be afraid to go a little crazy. If you do a good job I might just play with your cute little pussy."

Eunbi shuts her eyes and moans. Your breath is long gone with how her soft, pleasured sounds vibrate on your cock. If that weren't enough, she's lifting her head up and down with a pace that's a little quicker than before, nudging your cock deep inside her mouth. It's past that, actually; your cockhead slips down the end and bears the overwhelming feeling of her airway blocked by your girth.

"M-mmmph!"

"Aw, poor girl's choking," Irene remarks mockingly. "What's the matter, miss Kwon? Can't take it?"

Eunbi tries to surprise her by taking it all down. Unfortunately, it’s too much for her. Instead, she whimpers and chokes. 

While she gags, you moan without shame. "I'm gonna cum, baby," you announce. Your cock feels like it's going to burst with her throat spasming around it. 

Her lips tighten around your tip. It successfully manages to flow your cum directly into her mouth. Irene jacks you off to help out. The younger girl's mouth is soon flooded with the natural waterfall of your cum. It could turn into a natural disaster; Eunbi’s already struggling to save all your load. 

"Don't swallow it. Come here."

Irene forces Eunbi's face to hers and kisses her deeply. Your girlfriend's hands are frozen in the air as they share your cum. The older woman’s hand imprisons her jaw in place so she can greedily collect your cum from the passive mouth. You see the shimmer of your semen as it’s passed from one tongue to another, hear the breathy moan of your girlfriend, feel your cock become more solid.

Irene swallows whatever she's gotten and, as an end to the makeout session, licks the other girl's plump, cumstained lips. "Ah, you’re really delicious," she says. "And your girlfriend's so cute. No wonder professor Kim likes you two so much."

You’re still in shock at the sight, but the mention of your professor gets you to make another comparison with said woman. She and Irene are alike, too, but differ so much as well. They’re both violent, but at least Taeyeon has a nice streak in her; she attended to you after the violent copulation in the classroom. Irene's gentle gestures are done only to please her will. But even with those contrasting traits set in the Venn diagram, you can't choose between the two of them: the dominant principal or the quietly pretty professor? 

Irene pulls Eunbi's hair mercilessly, yanking her head backwards and exposing her beautiful neck. "It's just too bad that she's terrible at being a mommy," she murmurs. Her fingers trace the large tits threatening to burst out of the buttoned fabric. "Such a perfect body for it, but completely useless."

"Oppa, that's not true, right?" asks Eunbi, squirming. "I'm good at being your girl, aren't I?"

"Who was a better mommy, baby boy? Me or her?"

It's not even a question. As much as your heart is biased towards the girl who owns it, it's obviously—

"You, mommy."

"Oppa!" Eunbi protests. She looks genuinely hurt. It's the first time she's ever been second place in anything, and it hits her right where it's already sore.

Irene's grin is smug. It's beautiful, but actually terrifying. It's a sign that everything will only go downhill from here. "What should I do with you two now, hm?" 

"Please,” says Eunbi. Struggling to compose herself now that the principal is playing with her breasts, she fights to say anything without moaning. “Please give me one more chance, mom– miss Bae… please, I'll be good—oh, I'll be so good—"

Your principal drags Eunbi up by her hair. "Stand over there if you're so good, mommy." One swift push sends her stumbling to the edge of her desk. 

Eunbi, sniffling through her tears, awaits her next order. There's something in her face aside from the wet tears; it's a tale of how much she wants to be as good as Irene at using you that competes with her desire to please her. She's been a people-pleaser all her life, and it's hard to break its shackles, especially when Irene orders her to grind herself down the end of her desk, with one rule:

“Don’t cum until I say so.”

The panties slip off her plentiful thighs. She closes her eyes as she settles her nub over the edge of the wooden desk. Slowly, she starts to move.

"F-fuck." Eunbi places a shaking palm over her mouth.

"Exactly what your boyfriend's going to do to me," quips Irene. "See, this is how you put a man in his place." 

She tears her pencil skirt apart with no hesitation. After, she confidently sits on your lap, filling her cunt to the hilt. You tense up; her round ass on your lap is a blessing alone, but when it comes to her cunt, it’s a whole heavenly reward. Although Irene speaks and acts with nothing other than confidence, if not arrogance, her pussy is too tight for your cock to even pulse. When it barely does, her textured velvety walls cease it with a firm clench.

“Holy shit, mommy. You’re so”—between gritted teeth, you groan and rest your hands on Irene’s ant waist—“fucking tight.”

“I know,” says Irene. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

The whole situation is sinful. Watching your girlfriend having nothing to do but touch herself on the inanimate object and helplessly watch the two of you fuck is one thing, but Irene’s perfect ass on your lap is in another world. Galaxy might be more accurate. The melody of their moans causes you to struggle in keeping yourself from cumming too fast, but it’s already a challenge with Irene’s pussy fucking itself on you. She’s as tight as she looks, and probably would have been the ruinable type if she weren’t the way she is.

She leans back into your chest and caresses the side of your face with a surprisingly gentle hand. With timed movements, she lifts herself off and on your erection. Her folds splay apart to welcome you inside, into a whole, slick world. “I guess he’s all mine now, yeah?” she asks Eunbi. “He seems to like mommy better, Eunbi-ya.”

When she’s fingered and forced the girl to sexually stimulate herself on her table, there’s no need for even the polite formalities. There’s not even a chance for it to resurface when Eunbi’s already tearing up. 

“Oppa likes me, too,” she says. The jealousy brewing like a potion cauldron inside her drives her gyrations on the desk to go faster. It’s a fucked up coping mechanism for the sight in front of her. “You still like me best, don’t you, oppa?”

“Of course… fuck”—forget what you’re saying when Irene grinds her hips in circles and bounces her ass cheeks into your lap—“of course I do.”

She certainly knows her way around a dick. Her seductive rounds on your crotch and the measured riding just tell you that she’s had way more than enough experience in this realm, which, in terms of that, places her first. Eunbi’s a sore loser who doesn’t like that fact, but you can’t rig her a place anyway.

“But listen to how he’s moaning, babygirl,” Irene points out. You really don’t intend to moan again in order to avoid hurting Eunbi’s feelings, but Irene keeps a consistent squeeze of her vaginal walls on you and makes all go awry. “He loves my pussy. He loves it when I use him. I presume it’s not the same when it’s with you?”

Try to shut her up by rubbing her clit, but she only murmurs a series of “yes”’s. Besides, the damage, although fired from simple words, is already done; Eunbi’s quivering bottom lip is as clear as day.

“He loves me,” she whines. She squeezes the table tighter, as if the vicinity of the wood can help magick up a proper way to get her to become the mommy she just isn’t. “Hnn. He, he likes me because I’m a good girl.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Irene says, her sarcastically rolled eyes unimpressed. “You’re young. You should know being good is outdated. If he likes it, then he shouldn’t be fucking me right now.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” you say. You stop thrusting upwards into Irene, but she keeps bouncing. The stimulation remains constant. 

You really can’t find your way out of this. Irene’s weight, though light, keeps you on the chair and void of anything to do to break it all up. Your legs already feel weak at her pace. It’s as if she’s completely unaware of how tight and wet she is and therefore subjects you to it, thinking that you can handle it. But of course, she’s an intelligent, self-aware woman—she knows her effect on you, and she isn’t hesitant to exploit it.

Eunbi sobs as she grinds down the edge of the table harder. She can’t take watching you and Irene fuck anymore. "Mommy, please.”

"’Mommy’? Not putting up a fight anymore, are you, pretty little girl?" Irene asks. She pouts mockingly. "Gonna give up?"

Eunbi shakes her head. "No…"

"Alright, if you aren’t, use me. Use your boyfriend. We’ll see what happens."

Your girlfriend bursts into tears. It’s no mere tear sliding down her cheek anymore. It’s a whole fiasco of whiny crying and childish protests. Of course, it’s not in her to fight Irene. She’s remained a diplomatic civil debater, not a physical one. At times she doesn’t even counter an argument, similar to now, when she weakly replies, "B-but I don’t know how.”

“Come on. You’re smart, aren’t you? You can win over me.”

“Mmm, please just let me cum, mommy. Please."

"Do it. I dare you."

"Mommy—"

"Do it."

"I—I can't!" Eunbi says this in a tone that’s nearly a scream as she struggles to keep herself standing. "Please don't take him away from me, I'm a good girl, I swear, I swear!"

“Oh, look at her, baby.” Irene strengthens the force of her riding. It draws you nearer to an orgasm. “She wants you so bad. She wants to be your mommy so bad.”

Eunbi’s explicit moans and Irene’s soft gasps contribute equally with the silken pussy in draining you. You fill Irene up to the brim. As she stands, white drips down her naked legs.

“You want to be a mommy so bad?” 

Irene slips her fingers inside herself, scooping out white liquid, then walks over to the quaking valedictorian. Under the guise of the skirt, she sticks the cum-stained fingers into the needy little hole.

“Then fucking be one.”

“Mommy!” 

Eunbi screams when Irene stuffs her cunt and fingers her violently. Her legs close together, and suddenly she’s creaming all over the fingers moving unabashedly inside her. Wetness is wrung out repeatedly, and strings of arousal connect and disconnect between the joined fingers.

“Mommy, miss Bae, hnnn…” mumbles Eunbi, mind fogged with pleasure, “mommy—”

“Shhh, that’s a girl, miss Kwon,” Irene says as she offers the nectar-coated fingers to the girl’s mouth. Eunbi gladly accepts. 

To your surprise, Irene seems gentle this time. She pats your girlfriend’s back firmly, even wiping the drool on her lips. Maybe it’s the satisfaction of making both a girl and a boy orgasm. That’s all you can guess.

“You haven’t fucked me like you did mommy,” Eunbi protests. “I want you, too, please?”

“You heard the girl,” Irene says. She’s all for another go. She seems to be the only one not tired between the three of you. Her arrogant smile has not once lost its shine. “She wants to be fucked. Or do you not like her little pussy the same way you love mine?”

That triggers Eunbi to look up with tearful eyes. “Oppa, do you…?”

“Of course not. You can have me all you like.”

“Darlings,” pipes in Irene, “you seem to be forgetting someone here. That isn’t part of the deal.”

Of course. You’re still under the invisible contract she set. As the obvious winner of the battle of wills and domination, she gets to have the nicer end of the deal: to do anything she wants with the two of you. Whatever happens here has to involve her. No one’s going to be left out here.

How should it go?

“I want that mouth on my pussy, miss Kwon,” decides Irene, sitting on her throne (AKA as the swivel chair.) “And I want you to fuck her. Really fuck her. I want to see her break.”

So that’s how it goes, since Eunbi’s too kind to propose another way. She crawls between Irene’s legs, greedily eating the cum out of her, while you pound her from behind. 

Eunbi’s wide hips are just irresistible. They fit right into your hands and serve as anchors to pull you in and out of her. The skirt, instead of infuriating you with how much it blocks your view of her ass and grippy pussy, drives you more insane.

And when you look up, there’s Irene, with her legs spread wide for Eunbi to stay. It’s nice of the deities to create a world where there are so many beautiful women, and for two to be right by your side currently. Maybe you gotta thank the Greek statue that’s privy to the whole thing—you’re pretty sure she’s part of the whole god gang. Whatever. 

Irene’s hands aren’t sedentary. They tug onto the wavy hair for its owner to tongue her core more. The pussy-eating thing is an act of jealousy from Eunbi, really—part of the reason she agreed to eat her out is so she can drink your cum straight from where you deposited it. Safe to say it’s a win-win situation.

“Fuck, you’ve got a good mouth, miss Kwon,” says Irene. She bites her lip, and hisses. “Just like that.”

Even with all she’s done to her, Eunbi mewls in appreciation. Or maybe it’s your cock causing that. Yeah, definitely your cock. You make it a purpose to stretch her out and keep her pretty cunt stuffed. Gently stimulate her bundle of nerves for her skirted ass to reverse back into your crotch.

“Oppa—” Eunbi says, her voice reaching another high pitch due to the pleasure.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” Irene sharply reminds her. “Don’t stop or he won’t fuck you anymore.”

Eunbi gets back to work, moaning after you penetrate her again. You may have fucked Irene, but she still remains in control here. She just solidifies her place in the little contest she and Eunbi had. Your girlfriend, ever the grumpy loser, vents her frustration in eating her principal out, evoking broken gasps from her.

“Aw, don’t be too jealous, Eun,” you say to Eunbi. Her tight pussy is an everyday heaven you, a sinner, are given a free pass to relish in. “You’re still my good girl.”

You can feel her cunt tighten at your words. Eunbi closes her eyes and whimpers while she sucks on Irene’s clit. Her nose presses against the older woman’s flat stomach. 

“She really likes being called that, huh?” chuckles Irene, ruffling Eunbi’s hair. 

“She does.” Thrust into her particularly hard. “She’s a sweet girl.”

Eunbi’s body trembles. Unable to deal with the flood of praises, she tonguefucks Irene’s hole harshly, suppressing her heavy breaths in the pink flesh. 

“Is that what you want to be, miss Kwon?” Irene allows Eunbi to take a breather and lifts her chin up, but renders her breathless anyway with the next set of words. “Mommy and daddy’s sweet little girl?”

The girl’s walls twitch around you, and you hear her whine again. She’s always like that, the poor thing, but now, it’s urgent—it goes on, prolonged with need and desire, that you have to pull her into your lap, cock still lodged inside her, and say: “Use your words, baby.”

She’s a little taken aback, but she’s nodding. Breathing through her mouth in shaky little exhales, Eunbi nods. “Y-yes, please,” she says, as if in a trance. “Mommy. Daddy.”

You and Irene don’t get along too well due to your history of troubles, but you immediately understand each other when you gaze into each other’s eyes. You don’t say a word, but there’s no need for any when her lips are already on Eunbi’s. 

It’s a quick change of positions. You bring her over to the desk again. This time, she’s not merely here to watch, but to indulge in the pleasure of having the two of you at the same time. Buttons fly in the air as Irene rips the school blouse apart. She bares the bouncing tits of any bra then immediately goes to worshiping them. Eunbi’s nipple ends up in her mouth and hardens at the suckles. It was as if she were determined to draw out milk from them. 

“Look at you,” she says. Irene admires the round, full bosom before her, tracing a hand along the flesh. “Walking around with a body like this shouldn’t be allowed.”

“Mommy,” says Eunbi. She shivers when you fill her up. “Daddy, please. I’m yours.”

“Oh, you are.” Irene plays with the perfect collarbone for a while before edging her hand up to her throat. There, she squeezes tight. “Trust me.”

You squeeze Eunbi’s breasts and kiss them. You don’t think there would ever be a time you wouldn’t appreciate her beautiful tits. Irene seems to have discovered their beauty, too, for the two of you start to worship them. Irene takes left, you go right. Each one provides more than a supple amount of softness that with each bite, squeeze and suck makes Eunbi clamp down on your cock more. 

“Baby boy,” Irene whispers. She’s never looked this motherly, yet so seductive. “Remember when I said I wanted you to break her? I still expect you to do it.”

“I’d want nothing more,” you reply.

“Daddy, mommy, w-what are you going to do to me?”

“Bend over, miss Kwon,” instructs Irene, “we’re going to give you what you want.”

Eunbi happily does, and thanks her by slipping her fingers inside her. They immediately set a quick pace to keep her on her toes. 

“God, fuck her,” Irene says. “She’s earned it.”

Your girlfriend’s never been so glad to hear something from the principal. The praise earlier is a close competitor, but when these words are the cause of your cock to begin thrusting again, she still prefers these. 

“Fuck, daddy!”

You match the pace of her fingers in Irene’s pussy. You choose to go brutally, putting her out of her long misery by filling her over and over again. 

“Daddy, daddy, daddy, please!” Her eyes are shut, and her body is still except for the movements driven by your thrusts, but her fingers still fuck Irene’s waiting pussy. She’s a true multi-tasker, this girl. 

How many times has she begged like this today? You don’t know, but it’s the first time that she’s calling you the name. It surprises even yourself that it turns you on. It drives a forbidden feeling deep in your chest that’s exactly what fuels your thrusts. 

She’s finally fulfilled after being kept at the side for practically the whole time, so her screams are also of relief. She squirts so goddamned easily that each thrust is slick and messy. Her folds spare not a second of releasing your cock. No, it holds on, and it’s all too messy. Sinful. Incredibly immoral. 

“That’s it, take my cock, Eunbi,” you groan. The words just come naturally to you, because when she’s absolutely writhing underneath you and her pussy is that tight, you become a philosopher with a way with words. You can write several doctrines about how fucking ruinable she is, how her body’s just fit for your cock, how her thin whines are strung out so deliciously that you could never think of stopping. 

After everything that’s happened, she’s still your girl. She’s still the one you want to take to bed. She’s just that good.

“Daddy, mommy, fuck—me!” she screams. Eunbi’s tears come flowing back. They pour down her pretty face and onto the desk. If there was paperwork getting done on this desk, they’re replaced by Eunbi.

You think she’s gone crazy. Her voice is strained and her fingers almost painfully shove themselves in Irene, like they’re machine-controlled. All different sounds are extracted from her sore throat: moans, screams, and gasps—you think you’ve broken her.

You guess that’s enough payment for Irene.

Irene’s groans and cries are loud; her legs squeeze around Eunbi’s wrist. “D-don’t fucking stop,” she warns. You sense that there’d be more than what punishment is if the girl dares to halt. Eunbi knows better than to, anyway. She continues fingering Irene, exploring the cave of her tight hole and pressing down on her G-spot. 

Eunbi closes her eyes as Irene’s cum sprays her. Now she really looks ruined. She’s already covered in her tears and drool. You guess that soon, she’d be covered in you.

You slip out to flick your cock against her clit. 

“Ahhh, daddy!”

“That’s right. Cum for daddy, baby.”

“Y-yes, yes, yes, fuck, daddy! Keep rubbing my clit like that, it feels so good… it feels so warm, please don’t stop!”

“Cum for me.”

“Daddy!” wails Eunbi. 

Everything is a mess of moans and squirting. Eunbi screams in pleasure, shaking as her folds remain determined to swallow every inch of your cock even after her orgasm, and Irene’s to your left riding her digits, crying out as if she were in a war. And you guess that yea, maybe it is a war—a war of good and evil, a war of the overachievers (that brings a chuckle out of you), a war of sex. 

But in the end, in a feat that no one’s ever seen, everybody wins.

-

Dear Ms. Jo,

This is regarding your recent concern about Ms. Kwon Eunbi. 

I find that the evidence you provided to me is altered and has been tampered with. After further questioning with teachers and staff, I can conclude that your concern is dismissed and shall only subject you to disciplinary action.

It is strictly prohibited to spread harmful falsehood about your fellow schoolmates. Please see me after class tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Principal Bae Irene/Joohyun

[adamsmasher]

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[lino-nyangi]

imagine you and lee know still being in that weird space where you’re not together but you both know there’s something between you two, and one day, when you’re hanging out at your place, you challenge minho to stare into each other’s eyes without looking away and he gets all nervous and is struggling really hard to not look down to your lips……. i’m 🥹

PLEASE i don't like being stuck in between and like not knowing... what we are like no labels whatsoever but if it means being close to him........ fine i guess as long as it's not sexual.

wc: <0.9k

warnings: just mutual pining, mentions of food. not proofread!

your heart would feel like bursting every time you're together because you have the biggest crush on him and it just feels different. whenever you're with him, the mood immediately changes. he feels right, almost like he feels the same way like you can't be insane. you know he's considerate enough to not play with your feelings, so there must be something.

something in the way his tone changes and becomes softer when he addresses you. in the way he looks after you, noticing the smallest details: your mood, your hairstyle, is this lipstick new? the color looks pretty on you. offering you rides when it's raining. buying your favorite snacks (of course he already caught on those). keeping a soft grip on your sleeve or an arm ghosting over your shoulder in crowded places so you don't feel nervous. because he wants you to know he's there but at the same time doesn't want to touch you until he gets your explicit consent, or you hold him instead, which is all he wants honestly. in the way he reaches across the table to ever so gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, prompting you to continue what you were talking about, not realizing he jumbled up your train of thoughts.

how he texts and calls you all the time and gets called out in front of you by hyunjin for doing that but not even reading his messages. how when you're together, none of his friends tries to make a move on you, no one questions who's this person he's spending a lot of time with, as if you're already his.

something in the way it feels exclusive when it's not, at least not verbally. in the way he looks at you, just like now. even though it's a stupid staring contest you started while you wait for the food delivery. he's been to your place multiple times, and that already says a lot. you've let him in where you're the most vulnerable and your cat likes him, so that must be a sign.

you instantly regret suggesting this game. who were you kidding? you couldn't keep eye contact for shit, especially not with him. his eyes are so pretty and somehow always sparkling. the way the thick lashes feather over his brown irises make them look impossibly soft. you want to look at them forever, but at the same time they make your heart beat out of your chest.

if only you knew he felt exactly the same. maybe you do, minho thinks, or hopes. he's certainly not able to be subtle about the way his eyes keep itching to travel down to your soft lips, his pursed in a nervous smile. he's not sure if he wants you to notice the blush on his ears or not. if you do, he'll win the staring contest and then tease you for losing to brush off your remark. if you don't, he gets to keep his feelings for himself a little longer. at least as long as he needs to gather his thoughts and ask you out properly. he knows it's kind of selfish, keeping you hooked. but he also knows you could've just walked away if you weren't interested, he's figured that much about your personality. or much more actually.

your little game gets interrupted by the delivery service, so none of you wins. but you blink away first at the bell so he still announces his victory.

he fetches the food for you, having also ordered it on his name, with his money. another thing that made your stomach churn and heart flutter. living alone was already scary, so as soon as he felt like it wasn't weird to say, he offered that you use his name for any delivery you have, just to be safe from creeps. if an uber or any strange man asks, you live with him and he's waiting for you at home. it's all small acts of service that made you feel so safe around him, or just knowing he's there whenever.

you snuggle closer to him than usual on the couch while you watch, hoping he doesn't notice. "it's cold tonight." you mumble an unprompted excuse. he gives you a quick glances before reaching for the folded knitted blanket on his side, draping it over your form. now you have no excuse. sigh.

"do you... want?" you trail, words failing you as you motion the blanket over his lap before you hear his answer, probably the boldest move you made today. progress maybe?

he doesn't mind, humming and adjusting the blanket on the two of you. you could swear he voluntarily shifted closer as well.

-

you rub your feet together through your socks nervously while you watch him put on his shoes in the doorway, ready to leave. too soon.

"minho."

"hm?"

"are you... free tomorrow?"

"tomorrow? hmm," he repeats, looking up as if to think about his schedule for the next day. it's so cute, this little thing he does when he's thinking, lips pouted in concentration.

he blinks back at you, "no i don't."

you can't help but giggle, he was too obvious. "what did you just cancel?"

he laughs back sheepishly after being caught, "nothing. just errands that could be postponed. what do you want to do?"

[mixelation]

i wrote. con stuff

Kakashi was refilling water canteens when he saw him up close for the first time. 

There were water jugs, set up along the hallways of the hotel. They came with nearly useless paper cones, and the space beneath the spigot wasn’t quite right for a Konoha-issued canteen. Kakashi was tucked into an alcove of one of the less trafficked corridors, finagling water into his canteen with the grace of a genin field-dressing their first wound, when he was hit with the scent of cinnamon. 

Kakashi looked up. There was a gaggle of people headed his way, their loud civilian footsteps muffled by the carpet. They were all clearly orbiting around one person. 

Kakashi found himself craning his head to look. He’d seen that guy from afar, before– he was the three-time winner of the Hokage Look-alike contest. He was in full costume, and Kakashi had to admit: this guy did make that cloak look good. He had cooler boots than Minato, even, and a roguish smile that made him look just a little dangerous, and a sword at his waist that Minato would never use but certainly offered a specific aesthetic. He was tanned and tall, and even though his hair was clearly bleached, it was cut well to frame his handsome face. Instead of a flak jacket zipped up to his neck, he had a low V-neck shirt that showed off he was as fit as everyone thought a ninja should be. He even smelled cool: sandalwood soap and cinnamon whiskey. 

Kakashi watched him as he passed by and then entered a screening room for some terrible TV show, his entourage of men and women alike babbling along behind him. The guy walked with the confidence of a Kage, even if his swagger was painfully civilian. 

Kakashi had spilled water all over his gloves. This was not a big deal, except he’d been refilling fucking Itachi’s canteen along with his own. Kakashi found him with the rest at a table in the little food court, and as he took his canteen, Itachi’s eyes traveled from his damp hand to his face with a look of judgment, like he knew exactly what happened. 

Itachi’s judgment, if one were to qualify and analyze all his facial expressions (or lack thereof, considering he had on an ANBU mask today), was mild. But it still felt like intense scrutiny. 

“Maa, Sensei, I saw your clone,” Kakashi said, sliding into an empty seat. Someone had bought him an extremely disappointing looking lunch. Wonderful. “He had about ten people following him.”

“Oh, so like the real Hokage,” Tori quipped. 

Minato amicably rolled his eyes, pushing a drink at Kakashi. Kakashi was pretty sure Itachi was technically on duty now, as Minato’s guard lost their shit whenever he decided to randomly leave Konoha for the day. There were a lot of cosplayers in bad ANBU masks wandering around, but Itachi wasn’t the type to break regulation for a quick costume. 

Tori would probably wear anything, though, Kakashi thought as she unpacked a plastic bag to show off her purchases. He should buy her a bird mask. She’d hate that. 

A chicken, he decided, flipping over a doujin to read the back. 

“Well?” Minato prompted, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Was his costume accurate?”

“Not really,” Kakashi replied. The doujin was about a fictional kunoichi realizing she was the Third Kazekage’s lovechild. Weird. “He sort of had… pirate vibes?”

Minato squinted at him uncertainly. 

“But cool,” Kakashi assured him. 

“His name is X,” Tori said very authoritatively. “Just X. That’s what’s on all his registrations.”

Minato frowned thoughtfully at his own lunch. “Is that cool? I can’t decide if that’s cool or not.”

“They think it’s cool,” Tori said, pointing to the entrance of the food court. 

X must not have liked the TV show very much, because he and what looked like an even bigger gaggle of fans spilled into the food court. Minato turned to watch blatantly and Tori followed suit, like gossipy children. 

(Itachi was much more subtle as he checked out the guy. He was in uniform, after all.)

“Wow,” Minato half-whispered, turning back around. “He does have pirate vibes. But, like, cool?”

“Is that an earring?” Itachi asked. 

“Should I get a shirt like that?” Minato wondered, staring down at himself. 

“I’m going to go talk to him,” Tori announced, kicking her feet over the bench. “Investigate. Find out his secrets.”

“Find out who made his cloak,” Minato told her. “Mine’s getting raggedy.”

Tori sauntered off. She always stomped around cons with the gait of a civilian, but Kakashi watched her add a little sway to her hips as she sashayed directly up to the mass of people floating around X as he ordered a shave ice. 

Kakashi watched Tori’s mouth as she twirled a strand of hair and asked if X also had Minato’s famous ANBU tattoo, which Minato absolutely didn’t have. She punctuated this by brushing her hand against his bicep. 

Kakashi read X’s lips as he smiled back at her: A true fan, are you?

“Damn, those dimples,” Minato commented. “I think I’m a little in love.”

One of the women who’d been floating around X looked absolutely stricken when Tori replied to a teasing accusation of being bold with, The Yellow Flash is quick but I’m quicker. 

“Does that even make sense?” Itachi wondered. 

“Should we…” Kakashi started. That guy was at least thirty, and Tori was seventeen. But also: Tori would eat him alive. Kakashi wasn’t sure where this train of thought had been going. 

Now she was leading him back over to them. She was quick. She had a little skip to her step on par with the time she’d shown him a seal made out of bacteria in a Petri dish. 

“This is X,” Tori introduced. Five separate people had sort of filed after them. “X, this is my Uncle, Minato.”

Itachi did a sort of full body twitch that made Tori’s eyes glint. If anyone connected the dots, no one showed it. Minato’s actual name wasn’t very common knowledge among civilians. 

“Er, hi,” Minato said, awkwardly standing to bow. His cheeks were pink. “Um– nice costume.”

X’s return smile was a little too cocky to be truly friendly, but also, those cheekbones. 

“Oh, you have a whole little group,” X drawled. “That’s cute.”

Itachi twitched again. Tori’s smile was starting to gain a sort of manic quality. 

“Thanks,” Minato replied slowly, clearly completely unsure what else he was supposed to say. “Uh, I was wondering– your cloak–”

X laughed, patted Minato on the shoulder, and promised him his own cloak was good enough. Then he shot Tori a wink and walked back to the rest of his entourage, just like that. 

“Umm,” Minato said, standing there dumbly. He twisted his face down to stare at where X had touched him. “Hmm.”

“I planted a tracker on him if you want to follow him,” Tori said, plopping down into her seat.

“I…” Minato continued to stand there, staring at his shoulder. Kakashi, somehow, understood this. 

(“I think we should find his hotel room and go through all his things,” Tori said. “Maybe steal his girlfriend. It’d be fun.”

“Entirely unnecessary,” Itachi replied.)

[persefolli]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

“Great job today boys.” You said stoically hopping off your ikran. Your squadron of troops cheered and celebrated as you once again led them to victory against the RDA. 

“Take off for the night. I got some things to do.” You walked right to the pod where you, Jake, and Tonowari worked. 

“I heard the good news.” Jake said as you entered. 

“Yeah it wasn't much. Just a regular old victory you know.” You huffed and sat in the chair, leaning your head back and sighing deeply. “So what now?”

“You get a break, that's what.” Tonowari responded, setting his papers down. 

“I don't need a break.” You said, contesting his suggestion. All you've ever known was work, and you took your job very seriously.

“You do. Now go home and get some rest.”

You huffed, but nodded and exited the pod, heading straight to the shared home between you and your lovers. You quickly stripped yourself of your work clothes and walked to the bedroom where you lay down. 

Pondering, you thought about things to occupy yourself with, as you never had downtime like this. You hated being alone with your thoughts, so you kept yourself busy so that you wouldn’t have to deal with stupid feelings. 

Minutes passed with only you staring at the marui pod wall, soft sounds of the ocean sounding from outside. Your mind went from ways to distract yourself to Tonowari and Jake. The three of you had been together for weeks, but it felt like nothing had changed between you three. You slept together at night, and hung out with each other every day all day, but you never kissed, hugged, or got intimate with each other. 

You thought back on those situations with them. Where you would see their rejected looks after you maneuvered from their touch. Or their faces where you would discuss work at a time where work wasn't a concern of theirs.

You sat up from the bed, picking at your fingers and sighing. If you didn't want to lose them you would have to change, you knew this. But in all honesty you were scared. Scared of touching them, scared of not being able to do it correctly.

Hours passed and you paced around the pod, walked outside to swing your feet in the water, and sat at the table, thinking of how to get their attention without being weird about it. Right as you thought of them you heard the chatter and the loud voices of your two lovers enter the home.

“Y/n!” Tonowari called out. “I brought dinner.”

You stood from the table and walked into the main room, looking between the both of them with your tail between your legs.

“Hey girl….what's the matter?” Jake immediately looked down and noticed your stiff tail.

You let out a haughty sigh and closed your eyes. “Is this gonna work? Like…us?”

Tonowari and Jake looked at each other and then back at you. “Of course sweetheart! Why would you think-”

“Because I'm…different. I haven't kissed you guys, or hugged you guys. By now we would've already…ya know. I'm just….afraid that you'll look elsewhere for that attention.” Your eyes watered.

The two na'vi men approached you and each grabbed a hand. They rubbed circles into your palm and looked at you comfortably. “Y/n we know things have been pretty slow. But this is all so new and fresh. You take all the time you need to get comfortable with us.” Jake said, he began to lean in to kiss you but you freaked, and placed your hand flat on his chest.

“I'm sorry- I've….I've never kissed anyone before.”

Jake chuckled softly before raising his hands to your cheeks and squeezing them. “You're so cute. Been stressing yourself out because you're afraid to kiss me wrong.” 

“We will teach you. Whenever you're ready.” Tonowari chimed in.

You looked between them and nodded, prompting Jake to lean in again. He smashed his lips into yours, and you stood still, allowing him to push his tongue between your lips and kiss you passionately. His hands roamed your body which caused you to moan. Soon, you mimicked his actions, tangling your tongue around in his mouth sloppily.

Pulling away you huffed, breathless from the suddenness of the kiss. “See? That wasn't so bad.”

Your stomach fluttered. You liked it. You kissed a guy and you liked it. “Can we do it again?” You looked towards Tonowari this time.

Tonowari pulled you from Jake and leaned in, licking lips with you. This time you felt more confident, and took control of the kiss. Tonowari, being his eager self, fought back, kissing you harder and pulling you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist as the two of you kissed.

He led you to the bed where he broke the kiss and laid you down. “How do you feel sweetheart?” 

You softly smiled, being dazed from both of their kisses.  Jake placed his hand on your torso and Tonowari began running his hands through your hair. You found yourself lulling back, closing your eyes and relishing the feeling.

“Can't believe she was afraid of kissing us.”

“Perhaps she didn't want us to see her out of her element. We fell in love with her because of her strength and slight impassiveness, she carried herself well.” Tonowari responded.

“All this time she might've thought if she got up close and personal we would leave.”

Tonowari bent his head down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “We will never leave. Especially not for something as trivial as this.”

[wonderful-emoji]

Could I get a bugsnax board? (bugs mixed with food basically lol)

[the-badger-mole]

AU Bot Plots: Cooking Contest

I saw this and I was so excited because it's an idea I've had already, and part of a scene I'd already drafted for a fic I'm probably never going to get to. Then I looked at the prompt again, and I realized it's Chopped... My idea is Worst Cooks in America. In my defense, they're on the same channel. Anyway! I'm going rogue...again...

Katara and Zuko are world class chefs who have been rivals for nearly their entire careers. Now, a TV station devoted to food (a "food network" if you will) has turned their rivalry into must see TV (for housewives and hungover college students). In a battle to see who can take one of the worst cooks in the country and turn them into a five star chef in just a few weeks. This is The Worst Cooks in the Nation.

"Hey, Zuko," Katara taunted her opponent. "Are you mincing that garlic or liquifying it."

"Don't ever come at my knife skills, sweetheart," Zuko quipped. He looked at his team and directed their attention to the carrot next. "What I want you to focus on is making each of these carrot sticks the same size. Otherwise they won't all cook down the same. Then you'll have some carrots mushy and some that aren't done enough. Like Chef Katara's seaprune stew."

"Oh please!" Katara scoffed. "My seaprunes kill your ocean kumquats. You're just mad I won't share my recipe."

"I'll get it out of you, one way or another," Zuko promised with a wolfish grin. Katara's cheeks flushed slightly as she rolled her eyes and moved on to her next demonstration.

Confessional Booth:

Red Contestant 1: Is something going on between them?

Blue Contestant 1: I feel like I'm interrupting a date...or a fight? I don't know, but the tension is weird, right? (To the camera crew) You see it, right?

Blue Contestant 2: Whew! The steaks weren't the only thing sizzling in that kitchen. You feel me?

Red Contestant 2: Chef Zuko moves so fast. I get terrified whenever I see him chopping up all those vegetables without even looking. I can be staring dead at my thumb and still manage to cut it instead of the carrot.

Red Contestant 3: RC2 is the least observant person on the team. They almost chopped their own thumb off. And I asked them last night what they thought was happening between Chef Katara and Chef Zuko, and they just looked at me like I was the crazy one. I hope RC2 goes home next.

Chef Katara: Zuko and I have a little side bet going. The loser of this season of Worst Cooks has to take the winner wherever they choose. I'm going to have him take me to see the Ember Island Players performance of Love Amongst the Dragons....A date (laughing). No, it's not a date, I just know Zuko hates the Ember Island Players.

Chef Zuko: Oh, yeah! We do have a side bet. When I win, Katara has to take me ice skating. She keeps bragging about how good the skating rinks in the Southern Water Tribe are, so I'm finally going to have her show me what's so special about them...What do you mean? There's nothing romantic about that. She thinks she's a better ice skater than me, and she gets this funny little wrinkle over her nose when I prove I can do something as well as she can...Flirting? Of course I'm not flirting with her!

[ariicandy]

Hihi! I found you through this event that you're doing, and I wanted to contribute! Sorry for another Rui prompt, but could I get Rui from Project Sekai with the Hurt/Comfort prompt 3 please?

“You make me feel safe”

HII! Dont worry abt it being another rui prompt I do need to practice writing abt him! This is the first prompt of hurt/comfort so enjoy!

A/N: Hopefully I did rui good I haven’t been keeping up on character development && from lack of motivation 4 prompt (╥﹏╥)

Rui has been at hard work in making new inventions to show at a school contest. He has never been this excited or amazed by his own invention he has created. He has brought the invention to school with the help of tsukasa carrying it together, rui started to feel down not because of the weight of the robot. But the people around saying things not even trying to hide it as a whisper. People in the hallways start low-like voices on his robot saying, “careful he has a robot again” “the weirdo is here.” etc etc. The usually things he hears but, it hurts. This project had give him motivation and excitement on showing people how proud he was working on this. He can’t help but make those negative comments stir in his mind.

Tsukasa has saw how his facial expression is down from hearing all the comments people are saying. “Rui don’t listen to those comments! You are the greatest inventor!!” Tsukasa shouts, it did get rui’s attention out of that dark fog in his head. He smiles a bit from tsukasa’s remark, “Thank you tsukasa.”

Even tho Rui cheered a bit, tsukasa doesn’t fully believe he’s alright. He decided to text someone close to rui ever since he was little. You, tsukasa decided to message you to atleast Check up if he’s fine from all the things people have said.

Tsukasa: “[NAME]!! CAN U PLEASE CHECK UP ON RUI (｡•́︿•̀｡)“

You: “Sure! But what happen (・・ ) ?”

Tsukasa: “people were saying rude comments and he’s looking very down from it(｡•́︿•̀｡)”

You: “WHAT DON’T WORRY ILL GO SEEIF HE’S OKAY｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д <)*ﾟﾟ･｡ SEND ME WHERE U GUYS ARE AT!!”

Tsukasa sent a message that they were at Kamiyama High School for the school contest. With that, you were off running to go see if your boyfriend was doing okay, it worried you on what types of comments people have made while they saw what he has made. Rui’s creation always interest and amaze you everyday from his inventions he creates. What’s one thing he has never told you about his creations is that you give him motivation to think and create what he loves to do while you are there to support him.

Mini time skip to where u found where they are at

“Rui! Tsukasa! Hi!” Walking towards them at their little stand. “[NAME]!! Just in time!!” Tsukasa exclaimed. “Oh [Name]! I didn’t expect such a lovely person to be here!” Rui said. “Rui! Anyways can we chat somewhere i wanna ask you something.” You asked Rui, to which he replied with sure and a nod. Tsukasa took over the stand while you both went somewhere private to chat. “So what did you wanted to talk about??” Rui asked once u guys finally settled on a quiet area where nobody is around to spy. “Rui are you alright from earlier? Tsukasa has told me people were saying mean things i just want to check if you’re okay, I’ll be with you the entire day if u want.” Rui was shocked a bit tsukasa calling you just to check up on him because you’re the only person he will open up to. He sighed and decided even if he told you he was fine, you’ll be keeping an eye on him the whole day so might as well give in. Rui started to open a bit on the comments made him doubt himself if his inventions were really weird and all. You hugged rui as he accepts it need the comfort from you. Ever since he met you by mizuki he has never felt so loved and accepted by someone, wanting to spend his every second with you. You made a connection with him, loving him, caring for him, and he feels safe in your arms not caring if anyone comes by and sees you both. He likes being in the comfort of your arms

[thetombedspirit]

Quaritch, Spider... and Teylan???

Okay, so, I've finished the game, but I'm still putting together my pros and cons post, so in the mean time, I give you this little thought experiment.

And be forewarned, it may contain spoilers if you haven't played the game yet.

WHAT IF: after Teylan gives away HQ's location and runs off after the Bombardment, he's just at the lowest of lows, sobbing and berating himself over what he's done.

Then, all of the sudden, a strange human teenager dressed like a Na'vi and a whole squad of Avatars show up and find this crying Na'vi teenager in the middle of the forest. Once Spider gets the kid to calm down, Teylan just pours everything out, because hey, someone's willing to listen.

And he just tells them about how he didn't want to hurt anyone, that Mercer promised no-one would get hurt, and so on and so forth.

So, Quaritch decides that a Na'vi kid as tech savvy as him might have a better use in tracking down Jake Sully then feeling sorry for himself in the forest (also watching the poor kid cry while his human son comforts him is getting hard to watch).

Also, Quaritch knows Mercer's a piece of shit. Like, sure, Quaritch isn't winning any popularity contests either, but Mercer just gives Quaritch all sorts of the wrong vibes. So you know what, fuck him. He's not putting a vulnerable teenager back in his care when he already fucked up the first time.

The weird Na'vi kid's his charge now.

And the entire time they're travelling together, Teylan and Spider are now best friends, finding kinship in their shared history of alienation by their peers. And hey, Quaritch is beginning to like the kid.

But of course, things cannot stay perfect forever. Their tipped off about Norm's chopper going towards the reef islands, they start harassing people and Teylan is getting all sorts of horrible flashbacks as Spider pleads for the Na'vi villager's lives.

Then the big confrontation happens, and Spider and Teylan work together to crash the ship while Payakan attacks the whalers. Teylan's size and strength hold them off long enough for Neteyam and Lo'ak to find them and escape (in this version, Neteyam isn't fatally shot)

Then the whole things over, and Teylan practically sticks to Spider like glue as they slowly acclimate to the Metkayina lifestyle. Teylan eventually works up the courage to contact the Sarentu again, who tells them that Mercer is gone and that is was safe to come back home. (they initially win in the first assault against Mercer since Teylan's not there to intervene) Teylan is... not sure what to think. Time with Quaritch and the Recons have given him clarity on his fixation with Mercer's approval and with Mercer's lies. So, on one hand, he's glad he's gone so that he can never hurt or lie to him anymore. But who is he now without Mercer's direction? He's not sure.

In the end, Teylan decides to stay where he is, though he tells the Sarentu he's okay, he needs time to collect his thoughts and figure out who he is now. The Sarentu, though reluctant to leave him alone, says they understand and to contact them when he's ready. Teylan assures them that he's not alone.

I realise that this became less of a thought experiment and more of a full on prompt, but I still think it'd be a unique AU.

Anyway, let me know what you think, and I promise, my pros and cons post is coming soon.

[miracles-and-butterflies]

For @jacarandaaaas, based on the premise of “Julieta cooking with her daughters as a bonding exercise.”

Post rebuild, Julieta encourages her three girls to make arepas with her. Somewhere along the way it becomes a competition and chaos ensues. But she still loves them.

My Cooking Skills (do not run in the family)

“What? No!” Luisa jumped, already moving to block the doorway. “You aren’t coming in my kitchen, demon!”

Isabela snickered. Luisa getting way too aggressive in the kitchen was always amusing. She pushed at a bicep, with no success. “Come on, stand aside, sis. Papa said Mama wants to see me in here.”

“That’s weird, he said the same thing to me.” Luisa mumbled to herself. “I’m not falling for it.”

“Luisa, you don’t own the fucking kitchen.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a—”

“Oh, hi hermanas,” came Mirabel’s voice, having appeared just behind Isabela. She wasn’t paying too much attention to what they were doing, which explained why they hadn’t been immediately lectured for it. She was somehow walking while also keeping her attention on her embroidery ring. “Does Mama want to speak with you both, too?”

“Yep. But try telling chef Luisa that.”

“I’m not letting you in my kitchen, every time I do you ruin what I’m cooking.” Luisa snapped, crossing her arms. “Wait, so Mama does actually want to speak with all of us? Isabela wasn’t just lying?”

Isabela swat a handful of petals at her. “I’m starting to hope she doesn’t, just so I can annoy you.”

Luisa glared at her, Isabela happily glared back. She had missed this. Their little, petty rivalries from when they were younger.

Finally, their mother stepped over, tying up her apron. She smiled at her girls before realising that Isabela and Luisa were engaged in a staring contest. She cleared her throat, unceremoniously.

“Ha! You blinked, I won!” Isabela exclaimed.

“Luisa, let your sisters in.” Julieta called.

Luisa spluttered. “But Bela—”

“Is going to behave herself in the kitchen. Aren’t you, Isabelita?” She stopped her eldest as she passed Luisa, giving her a pointed look. Isabela mocked a look of offence before agreeing, though she did stick her tongue out at Luisa before taking a seat on the counter. “Why do I think I’ve called you three here today?”

“To tell us that you love us?” Isabela suggested, half-joking.

At the same time, Luisa winced, scratching the back of her head nervously. “To tell Isabela and I off for stealing a bottle of wine for our sleepover with Dolores last weekend.”

“I do love you, but that is not what I—” their mother stopped for a minute. They could almost see her hair getting greyer. “You three did what?”

“It was Isabela’s fault. She stole it.” Luisa accused.

“It was Dolores’ idea.” Isabela added.

She let out a heavy sigh, “We’ll talk about that with your cousin and Tía later. But, for now, I’ve brought you three in here to do some cooking with me.”

The idea was not met with much or any enthusiasm from the girls. Isabela rolled her eyes before suddenly smirking with mischief; Luisa initially lit up before realising what exactly it meant and deflated. Julieta was prepared for what drama it would be like having those two in the kitchen together.

The last time they had was when Isabela was six and Luisa was four, just after Mirabel’s birth. She had been hoping to spend some nice quality time with her daughters, so they didn’t feel too replaced with attention by the new baby. And it ended with a massive food fight, some inedible and flora filled obleas, and the pair of them being grounded for biting each other. A few months ago, she would have confidently said that they wouldn’t be like that now. Now? She wasn’t as confident and seriously doubted her judgement.

“That’s just great, Mama. Luisa was just telling me how much she loves it when I help her in the kitchen, weren’t you, sis?” Isabela prompted. Trying her best to lean on her taller sister.

“I will feed your cacti to a donkey.” Luisa said through gritted teeth, but kept the smile for her mother and nodded her head like she agreed. “Thank you, Mama, for this wonderful afternoon. I can’t wait to get started and cook with my two lovely sisters. Can I just ask, why are you making us do this?”

She chuckled, “Well, I just thought it would be nice for us to spend some together. And that some of us could put the embroidery down and socialise for a change.”

Her change in tone did have the wanted effect as Mirabel did look up from the bird she was sewing, glancing at the three of them in turn.

“I’m listening,” the girl insisted before immediately going back to her needle.

“Wrong move, little sis.” Isabela whispered under her breath. Just loud enough for Luisa, who found herself swallowing nervously, to give a hum of agreement.

Mirabel yelped when Julieta tore the thing from her hand. “You can have it back when we are finished,” their mother stated. She set on a shelf, well out of Mirabel’s reach, before directing her to go stand alongside her sisters. She walked off to go get aprons for the three before Mirabel could start her usual concerns about the risk of her embroidery getting ruined.

“Wait, what are we doing?” Mirabel asked her sisters.

“I don’t know, Mirabel, we’re in the kitchen. What do you think we’re doing? I think we’re gonna go swimming!” Isabela retorted.

“I know that, but what are we cooking is what I meant?” Mirabel corrected, huffing a little at Isabela’s childishness. She turned to Luisa, but she only offered her a shrug.

Julieta returned, tossing an apron to each of her girls. Isabela and Luisa both went for the same one and then squabbled about it for the next two minutes - it was Luisa’s usual apron, for she often helped Julieta in the kitchen, but Isabela was clearly just looking to stir the pot of Luisa’s baking anger. Finally, work done, she gave in and let Luisa have it, taking the remaining apron.

She didn’t attempt to let the three try agree on a recipe; she was well aware how that would go. So she herself chose to make arepas. It was something that they could all do. Luisa is just a good a cook as she was herself and would find it no bother, which meant she could potentially help one of her sisters while Julieta helped the other. Mirabel could cook, she was just very slow and pedantic - and couldn’t bring herself to deviate from instructions, ensuring everything looked picture perfect to the recipe book. And Isabela? Well… she was never allowed in the kitchen, so today would be interesting.

“Now, this isn’t a competition, so you can all take your time.” Julieta reminded.

Luisa nodded. “That’s fine. We all know mine are the best.”

“It’s going to be mine. Mine will win.” Isabela argued. She looked down at Luisa’s bowl. “Yours… I don’t even know what I’m looking at.”

“It’s the exact same as yours! Just a bowl full of corn meal and water!”

“You remember when Antonio was a baby and he was sick on Tío Félix’s shoulder that one time at dinner? Yeah, that’s what yours looks like.”

“Well, you’re not gonna have anything left if you keeping mixing it so hard. Stop splashing me!”

“You’re just jealous that I’m the fastest here.” Isabela scoffed. “I mean, look at Mirabel. Her bowl’s still empty.”

Mirabel clicked her tongue. “Unlike you two, I am following a recipe book and measuring out my ingredients. We are just cooking. It’s not a competition. And, even if it were, the taking part and having fun is what counts.”

“That’s what losers say.” Isabela and Luisa both muttered coincidentally. They both shared a high five before going back to mixing.

“Ay, don’t bully your sister.” Julieta said. “But Mirabel, you’ve measured the corn meal out several times now. It’s not going to have changed, mi amor, you can add it into your bowl.”

“But I’m not sure it is—”

“It is, Mirabel. I’ve told you twice.”

“Even if it isn’t, you can just add it, hermanita. It doesn’t matter.” Luisa piped up.

“It does matter! Everything in life matters.” Mirabel countered, as though Luisa saying that had shattered her entire world. She continued to mutter to herself as she began measuring again, just to be sure. “Even the smallest things matter. Every step, every word, every stitch, every grain—”

Isabela interrupted. “You’re still like seven small steps behind us, sis.”

Before anybody could say anything more, Isabela dumped her clump of dough onto the countertop with an audible splat.

“Okay, there’s no way that’s done.” Julieta chided.

“Look how wet it is— keep it on your side of the fucking counter!” Luisa demanded, shoving it aside, trying to shield her dough from any drops from Isabela’s tainted dough.

“It doesn’t really matter,” Isabela continued. “It’ll dry when it’s cooking.”

As they both began to shape their dough, nobody noticed the vines picking up the relatively empty jug of water and pouring it on Luisa. Most of it went her head, but a few drops landed on the counter, brushing against her dough.

“You look a little wet, Lulu.”

“Fuck you, Bela!”

“You wanna take this outside, brawn?”

“I will rip your arm out of its socket and then let’s see you try grow shit.”

“Luisa, Isabela! Behave yourselves. You aren’t children.” Julieta stared them down for a long minute, shaking her head. “No me importa la edad que tengas, igual te regañaré.”

Isabela and Luisa progressed in a very similar fashion. Occasional bickering and bragging about who was doing better, but they were getting through it a relatively decent pace. Julieta couldn’t tell whether or not Luisa was enjoying Isabela’s company, she seemed to flick from happily laughing or playing along to threatening Isabela with a rolling pin.

Julieta had taken the time to prepare various fillings for the girls, most of it had just been left overs from over the last few days.

“You’re doing shit, Bela.” Luisa chuckled to herself.

Julieta came over and corrected her daughter. “Just try doing it a little bit gentler. See? That’s much better.” She cast a glance at Luisa, who didn’t need help. “Don’t insult your sister. It is important to help and encourage people while they are cooking, you wouldn’t want to get in their head and make them think that they can’t cook.”

“Yeah, especially when they’re beside someone who is doing really well.” Luisa snarked, proudly.

Isabela poked a finger at one of Luisa’s arepas on the stove top, earning a disgruntled cry from her sister as she hurried to fix it. She, meanwhile, presented her final completed arepa to her mother.

Julieta blinked at the arepa. “Um, that isn’t—”

“I shaped mine into cacti.” Isabela explained.

“Isabela’s trying to go for the creative points because she can’t win on anything else.” Luisa cackled.

“Bitch, I will shove yours off the stove to the floor.”

Their mother quickly intervened stepping between the two. “No, nobody is touching the stove top. Isabela, here, let me show you how to cook them.”

“What do you mean how?” She asked. “I leave them and come back in an hour to eat them.”

Luisa burst out laughing. “If you want to burn them, then sure.”

“This is why you are meant to follow the instructions,” Mirabel’s voice rang, smug as anything.

“Sis, you have only just made it on to step four. You’re not better than me at anything—”

“I’m on step three, actually… which I am realising is not much better. Give me twenty minutes to think of a better comeback.”

“No, arepas don’t take that long. And you have to flip them, Isabela. You can’t leave them.” Julieta went on to explain. She managed to convince Luisa to step aside for a moment, so she could show Isabela what she needed to do.

The next few minutes had passed without anything of note. Isabela stopped mucking around long enough to at least attempt flipping her arepas. Luisa decided she was going to make a topping from scratch, just to show off her culinary skills. And Mirabel was slowly catching up to her sisters.

The enticing smell coming from the kitchen later prompted Agustín to come check how his girls were doing. Only to find them not in the kitchen and cooking like he expected. Isabela and Luisa were giggling in the dining room over three plates of (very different looking) arepas that Julieta had set down. Mirabel was cleaning dishes in the kitchen.

“Something smells good,” he commented.

“We’ve been cooking, Papí,” Luisa explained, happily learning back for a kiss on her forehead as he hugged her.

“You should try them. Tell us which one’s the best.” Isabela went on to add. While he stopped to give her a kiss in their embrace, she then whispered, “It’s going to be mine, but let’s not destroy Luisa’s ego too quickly. She’s very fragile.”

He chuckled before kissing Julieta on the lips. “No disasters this time?” He asked.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she teased. “I’ll go get Mirabel.”

He settled into a seat on the other side of Isabela. “You two didn’t leave your little sister to clean your mess alone, did you?”

“She wanted to do it.” Isabela shrugged.

“We were kicked out for splashing each other again.” Luisa answered honestly.

Mirabel went for the chair the other side of Luisa, seeing as Julieta had taken the one on Agustín’s other side. But not before he gave her a quick pat on the hand - she wasn’t as physically affectionate as the other two, especially after getting caught in a collapsing building.

“Can you guess whose is whose?” Luisa inquired, gesturing to the three plates.

The plates weren’t their usual signature ones, instead just plain and white. Each with five arepas. The one on his left had them all set with a good helping of fried chorizo, some vegetables and spices. The middle were just set on the plate, off-shape and cooked to various levels, piled high with leftovers. The one on his right were all neatly aligned against one another, perfectly coloured and symmetrical, sprinkled with a few herbs and some small flowers as a garnish.

“Yours is the left - I’ve seen it on my breakfast plate before. Middle is Isa’s because she made it as different as humanly possible. Right is Mirabel’s because it looks like it came out of a fancy painting or something. She definitely wins for presentation.”

“Well, nobody told me to plate it like that!” Isabela slumped back into her chair.

Mirabel hummed, “I don’t have many skills, but I can make things look good. I wasn’t adventurous at all with mine, but I like my arepa con quesos plain. I’ll take the win; people do say you eat with your eyes.”

“Congratulations, Mira. You make a very pretty meal.” Luisa praised. “But the real factor is how good it tastes, so it doesn’t actually mean anything.”

“…When did you become so competitive?”

“Back when you were still twelve steps behind, keep up.”

The tasting of the dishes had gone as anyone would expect: Mirabel’s being good, simple and plain; Isabela’s being hardly edible but they got a good laugh out of it; Luisa’s were obviously the best of the lot and she bragged indefinitely about the win. Though it was later admitted that Luisa and Isabela had both tempered with each other’s arepas, so who could really say was the winner?

“So, what are you going to make next?”

“I think we’re done with cooking,” Julieta said. “Why don’t you take them to try one of your hobbies, mi vida?”

“Um, yes?” Isabela exclaimed, standing up. “I’d be so good with an axe.”

Luisa scoffed, leaning over to Mirabel. “How long do you think it would take for her to accidentally chop a finger off?”

“Who says that Pa will make us do carpentry anyways? He might have us do something more musical.” Mirabel challenged. “Which would be an instant win for me as you two can’t read sheet music or play instruments.”

As the three girls descended into playful bickering, Agustín pulled Julieta in for a hug.

“I love our girls.”

“I do, too.”

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hello! ♡

First of all, I want to say that I love your work, you are really great and I really enjoy reading what you write.

So... Can I ask about prompts 2, 8 and 21 with Billy Hargrove please? Like, the reader have a pretty heavy life trying to be perfect for her family, and stuff.

Lately I have had some very heavy and bad days with my family (And in general with myself, you know, my self-esteem and eating disorder) but reading your work always makes me feel better. So I really send good vibes and many thanks, you are a great writer!

Thank you! ♡

xoxo.

I got you, lovey. You're safe and sound here. I'm so glad that I can offer you any sort of relief, I'm sending good vibes right back at you❤️

I thought that by agreeing to see Billy that I would be in for sassy attitudes and full blown fights. I had really only heard stories about him and how he goes through women faster than he goes through cigarettes and how he's always trying to have a 'who's dick is bigger contest' with the men of Hawkins. Especially Steve Harrington.

I know what you're thinking, why would I agree to be his girlfriend when he asked if I truly believed that I would be in for the worst.

My long answer would have to be that I saw, I still do see, potential in him and, since last years Star Court Mall incident, he's been different. Call him a work in progress or something like that. But so far in the few months of going steady, he hasn't done anything to raise any substantial red flags. There's been no lies, no cheating, no full blown arguments or him storming out on me.

It's weird and no one believes me when I say it but he's been a gentleman.

Max has her own opinions on why he has a soft spot for me over everyone else. She sees the way he talks to me on the phone, a soft smile on his lips until he catches her looking at him, then he shies away. She chalks his infatuation up to the fact that he likes that he's the only dark part of my life, that the rest of my life is untouched by darkness but that couldn't be further from the truth.

But what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

The phone rings to my left, my eyes rolling and I toss my book aside, answering the phone without hesitation.

"Hello?" There's a hefty pause, a shaky breath coming across the line and I sit up, a shiver running down my spine at the lack of response.

"Y/n, it's Max." Her voice is shaky and comes out fast, so fast that I almost miss it. She sounds terrified as a door slams through her end of the line, my heart stopping at the thought that it's Billy that has her so afraid. "Billy's on his way to your house- he got in a fight with his dad and it's not good." My stomach drops and I'm on my feet in a moment, struggling to keep the phone between my ear and my shoulder. It's not the first time that I've heard of Billy getting into physical fights with his dad but I've never seen him directly following one. He's told me that he never wants to put me in the position of dealing with him after something so stressful.

"Are you okay?" I ask, slipping on a pair of sweatpants and throwing on a loose tank top, I sit back down on the edge of my bed, the sound of a car door slamming outside has my stomach twisting nervously.

"I'm fine, just-" she cuts herself off with a sharp breath in "-help him, okay?" The line cuts off before I can say another word to her, my hand shakily setting the phone down on the base. I hear a gentle knock on the front door, my anxiety skyrocketing at the thought of someone else answering it before me.

My parents would kill me if they found out I'm seeing him on top of everything else.

I open the door and immediately press a finger to my lips, silencing Billy before he can say anything. My eyes flicker over the bruises and blood that cover his whole upper body, the scratches lining his biceps make my stomach drop and I pull him into the house. I sneak him past the living room where my parents lay, sleeping, in front of the quiet TV and into my bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

"My dad-" He starts, coughing loudly as he grips his side in pain, falling back onto my bed as my hands cup his cheeks, examining his face and the injuries inflicted to it. He looks broken, physically and mentally, his eyes closing as I dab at the blood under his nose with a tissue.

"Max called me. I know." His head bobs gently at my words, lips parting as he tries to breathe comfortably. It's not like him to be so quiet, so soft and tired. "Whose blood is that?" My fingers pluck at the material of his t-shirt, looking at the patchy splotches of blood that cover the white shirt.

"A mix of mine and my dads." He huffs, helping me help him to pull it over his head. "You don't have to worry about me, sweet cheeks- don't look at me like that, I'm serious." He laughs, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine and I'm shocked that he's laughing in his state. I would be unconscious if I had this many bruises and this much blood coming out of me at once.

"Billy, Max sounded like she was having a panic attack. Excuse me for worrying." I huff, walking over to my desk to grab my first aid kit, shaking my head in frustration. Apart of me can't believe that he's being this calm and put together, especially after what I assume was a terrible physical fight.

"C'mere." Billy tugs me down on top of his lap, helping my shaking hands open the first aid in between us. "Calm down." He whispers, handing me an alcohol pad. "Focus on the job at hand, my nose, and take a breath." His stern voice calms me, needing something steady to go off of and his voice definitely offers me a sense of balance. I set myself down on his thighs and try my best to ignore him hissing every time I touch the alcohol pad to his skin.

"I really don’t like you sometimes, you know that?" I mutter but truly not meaning any of it. I liked him way too much but his ability to stay calm and collected in terrifying situations- scary situations- especially when he's almost mocking about it; it makes him playfully insufferable.

"And I really don’t believe you." He laughs, flinching away from me as my fingers prod at his nose, hoping and praying that it's not broken.

"All of this scares me, Billy. When you act as if it doesn't effect you in any way, that makes me feel so stupid because I want nothing more than to go over and beat the shit out of that man you call a dad because he's an asshole for hurting you!" Hearing my mother call my name, I quickly bite my lip, concealing the plethora of curse words that want to spew from my lips.

"Hey, hey, hey. Alright." Billy mutters, taking the pads from my hands and scooting me further onto his lap, his hands reaching up to cup my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. HIs eyes are starting to swell, his left eye has a forming bruise beneath it and I can only imagine how hard his dad had to have hit him to cause that.

My jaw grits in anger once more and I brush his hands away from his face.

"No, Billy. I have so much going on, okay? I have to constantly please my parents, get stunning grades and not act out. You're allowed to act out and be yourself, even when you piss me off!" My hands shove at his chest and he laughs, angering me further.

"Language sweetheart." He tuts, shaking his head with a wink.

"I can not deal with you fucking with me. So, if you're in trouble at home, you tell me. If your dad is hurting you, if he's hurting Max or her mom, then tell me." I sigh shakily, resting my hands on his shoulders as his cocky attitude drops, his lips pulling down into a frown. "You asked me to be your girlfriend and I think you underestimated me and how much of a brat I can be." He nods with a small smile, his hands resting on my back, his fingers plucking at the back of my shirt anxiously. "I'm worried you think I'm this frail, easy going, piece of sunshine and I am not, alright? I put up with more shit than you know. So if you need someone to take care of you- to stand up for you, I'm here." My bottom lip wobbles at my words, watching his eyes flutter shut, his whole body leaning towards me and my fingers card through his curls.

He's never held onto me this tight, this desperate, almost as if he's terrified to ever let me go. He would never say it out loud, that he needs me more than words can describe, but I can tell just by how he looks at me in moments like this, how he holds me.

"You bring me a sense of comfort that I haven’t felt in a really long time. I'm not about to lose that comfort, Billy. I'm not about to lose you." He nods against me, his ear pressed against my chest as he listens to my heart pound against my ribs, so fast because of his proximity but also from seeing him so hurt.

Leaning back, he lets out a sigh of relief, stretching slightly as his joints pop, his eyes finally finding mine once more. His baby blue eyes are red, tears lining them and he blinks, sniffling as his hands rub up and down my back.

"Alright. Maybe Max and I could use some help, a place to stay sometimes." He admits bashfully and I sigh, patting his cheek carefully with a gentle kiss to the tip of his sore nose.

"Even if I have to sneak you two in here, I'll do it." He laughs and I pull him back into a tight hug, cradling him to my chest as the room falls silent, only the noise from the TV down the hall filling my home.

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[lost-technology]

There Was Only One Bed

Ace Trigun Week Prompt 4: Non-Sexual Intimacy Wolfwood has a nightmare. Vash grounds him. Asexual Vashwood.

There Was Only One Bed Between the two of them, they were down to their pocket-change.  They got the worst room in an old inn – just above a bar that was noisy for all hours of the night.  Too exhausted to protest, they trudged up creaking stairs and frightened some skittering, winged sandworm larvae when they opened the door.  The Punisher was immediately set up against a wall and Vash’s duffle bag immediately was dropped to the floor.  There was only one bed.  “You take it, Spikey,” Wolfwood offered.  “You’re nursin’ a wound.” “You got shot up worse!” Vash protested.  “We both know that you can’t take more of your weird glow-soup! I’ll set up in the corner. I’ll be fine.”  The two had a silent argument for several minutes until Vash won the staring-contest.  Wolfwood dropped into the bed.  Vash propped himself up against his bag.  The latter had just begun to snooze when he was awakened by noises of distress.  Once he came to his senses, he saw Wolfwood thrashing.  The man was moaning and then outright screaming, but not waking up.  “Wolfwood!” Vash yelped as he was immediately at the bed, trying to shake his companion awake.  The priest’s eyes snapped open.  “Gah! Ha! Ah!” he gasped.  “I was…” “It was a nightmare.  Whatever it was, it’s gone now,” Vash assured him.  Nicholas D. Wolfwood took stock of his surroundings.  He looked at one of his hands.  It was big.  He was an adult with weapon-calloused fingers.  He was not little and helpless, strapped down with leather, full of needles and pain.  Vash climbed into the bed and hugged him, sitting with him upright.  “What are you doin’ Spikey?” Wolfwood spat.  Instead of answering, Vash began singing.  “Everyone’s born as clean as a whistle, as fresh as a daisy and not a bit crazy…” “What is IN that pea-brained spiky head of yours?!” Vash hugged him a little tighter.  “I am trying to ground you.  Make you feel safe.  It’s what my mother used to do for me whenever I had a nightmare.” “I’m not some little brat!” “This world it’s dark, this world it’s scary, I’ve taken some hits, so no wonder I’m wary…” In spite of himself, Wolfwood began to calm down.  He took a few deep breaths.  “Where’d you hear that song, anyway?” “It’s from an old story,” Vash explained.  “It’s kind of embarrassing, actually.  It’s a song that a girl sings about a guy, all about how she can trust him.  She later learns that he murdered his best friend and at that moment cannot trust or love him anymore.  It’s pretty tragic.  Still a nice song, though.  It just came to me.”  Wolfwood clenched his teeth behind his lips. Well, this was uncomfortable.  Vash continued with the song, anyway.  The priest had only known the snow that was constantly referenced in it from old storybooks.  He wasn’t pure, even if Spiky might think so.  This was a strange mix of aggravating and relaxing, but he was too dead-tired not to give in to the latter.  “Everyone thinks they know all about me.  They slap me with labels and spit out their fables…” Well, that much was true.  The innocent man that he was leading to slaughter was a far cry from the ferocious outlaw that the world thought him to be. It was strange, this moment.  They might as well as have been close as lovers, breathing against one another, one of them singing a bizarre song of love and betrayal.  They were sharing a bed.  Wolfwood wanted nothing more than to regain his bearings, to know safety.  Vash wanted nothing more than to comfort him.  They knew enough about each other to not care too much about other’s labels and their fables.  Here they could stay.  “I think I’ll be okay now,” he said hastily.  “Like you said, it was just a nightmare.  It can’t hurt me.” Vash leaned up against him, providing a bulwark of comfort.  “I won’t let them hurt you anymore.” “Just get some sleep, Spikey.” 

[readbyred]

You're writing for the new TD? That's fun! I cannot wait to see more of it 🫶 Would it be possible for if you wrote about contestants that have no dating experience and ask their fellow contestants for flirting advice and strategy? I think this would be especially fun with contestants like Zee, Priya and so on! Thank you if you're writing this! 👐

I already like you anon, that’s a good req. I’ll do a part two if u want, with all contestants even. But for now I have only a few cause some just fit the prompt more/I have an idea for them. So those will b: priya, zee, axel, scary girl, ripper, chase. If you think I have a fav team - you’re totally right haha

Also I hope I understood correctly. If not I can redo it. Like, the character is into sbd (reader) and they ask their friend for advice, yeah?

-> Priya

We all know that her whole thing is being prepared, setting goals and reaching them. Whether it’s Total Drama or med school, she has it all figured out. But there was never any camp or class on having a crush. That’s why, when she realises that she has one, she goes to Millie for help. She has a way of looking at having one as if it’s a task she needs to accomplish, a challenge to win. Needless to say - it didn’t do much. Her crush might not even know she likes them at that point. So to stop herself from making things worse, she confided in her best friend. Millie, as a fan of traditional values above all, thinks that being kind and honest about her feelings is the way. To help Priya overcome her nerves, she proposes that she should get used to her crush by being around them in a group setting. Also, as she states, chivalry can do wonders. After a few days Priya did get more comfortable around her crush, even if only a little. Any time they need help - she’s there! Even if it’s just opening doors. As they get more comfortable with each other, she’ll even propose training them. After all, Millie said that the power of true classical romance can conquer all

-> Zee

As much of an easy going guy as Zee is, he does get a tiny bit worked up about his crush. There never was much of a desire to get into a relationship. Although he is a private person, he does mention some of his feelings to Chase and Ripper. Ah, my sweet summer child. That poor guy had no idea. As soon as they hear him mention having a crush, their eyes light up and they have him sit down, so that they can tell him EXACTLY what to do. They swarm him with incoherent advice, talking one over the other. They see this as their way to show off their incredible game. Of which they have arguably none. They make a ‘game plan’ for Zee, but half of it goes over his head. The other half of information still deals massive damage though. So every time he talks with his crush he pulls those weird moves that do nothing but confuse both parties. He mixes up the pick-up lines, makes multiple failed attempts at the yawn-thing and doesn’t even really get how those things are supposed to improve anything. Imo he’s too chill to really go all out and try to win sbd over in any dramatic way. And acting like somebody different is against his own beliefs. So he only ever listens to their advice if he thinks that it will make his crush happy. That’s for the best to be honest because Chase would be projecting his feelings for Emma and living through Zee’s situation. And I can see Ripper totally quoting some date coach he watches, like, build your crush up and then destroy them to show them who’s boss, don’t smile at women to make them think they have to work for it, compare them to other people. Thankfully it doesn’t work bc it’s Zee we’re talking abt, he wouldn’t. So, good on him. And his crush.

-> Axel

My girl definitely takes her time to realise she might need help. At first she would be trying to impress her crush with her survival skills. But showing up with wild animals half cooked on a stick or leaving trinkets at their shoes might not be the best idea to get her point across. This girl’s like a cat fr! I feel like she would maybe ask Nichelle since she always seems so confident and Axel is one of the only contestants that isn’t intimidated by her fame. Asking her might sound like a good idea, but uhm,, it’s very hit or miss. She doesn’t actually have much dating experience and just like with being athletic - she’s better at talking than at doing. But if anyone can advise Axel how to approach people- it’s her. The key to get to know her crush. She advises Axel to approach it like a task, like learning a new role. Observe, maybe ask their friends or them is she’s not sure about something. Ask them questions about themselves too. It’s not too romantic but it works.

-> Lauren

I’m not sure how badly the things would have to get for her to ask anybody for help. Her methods are… uncanny to say the least. She’s not above tormenting her crush for the hell of it. Actually, it might be her favourite thing to do. But it doesn’t get her far. That’s where Priya comes in. Since they became friends she would feel a bit more comfortable asking Lauren about the whole… situation. She’d be glad to help (despite having very little experience herself) but I can’t imagine Scary girl jumping on the chance. After some time she would give in though, if her crush gets too scared of her. Priya would try to get Lauren to open up more and it’s probably terrifying for all parties involved. But in the end she does convince her eerie friend to at least try to hint to the person that she’s interested in them romantically and will NOT hunt them down for sport (most likely). It’s Scary Girl we’re talking about so it’s about as romantic as it gets

-> Ripper

Just like he said, he has tons of experience and kissed a lot of girls. He’s just… unused to caring about one person. Yeah! Bc, yk, usually he keeps a rotation of hot chicks. No need to get all worked up over one girl that he could very easily have. Still, he does ask Chase for advice. Because he’s a bro and because he’s more so the type to get with someone long term. So, perhaps if his crush proves to be worth it, he might need help with starting his first serious relationship. Ripper’s idea of getting his crush to like him back is to get rich and/or famous. Then they will find him hot. If he’ll have money then he’ll be attractive and cool. Right? Well, Chase does entertain the idea but also tries to get his bro to rizz his crush a little earlier than after they all leave the show. It’s not like he has to ask him long, Ripper has a collection of lines straight from his favourite alphalpha pick up artist podcast and is ready to use them. Chase mostly just hypes him up. But also advises him against things like, yk, farting or talking about human waste (which should be a given but isn’t). Though Ripper is on the fence about it I can see him listening to the advice depending on how his crush reacts to those things. Also Chase tries to be his wingman. Which completely blows his cover, if his crush didn’t know Ripper liked them before - they sure will after Chase gets involved

-> Chase

Now, Chase has definitely been in a relationship. But realistically speaking it could have been his first and only one. And though he’s great, objectively his crush might not jump on the chance to be with him. Like, he’s not rly, yk, emotionally mature. Also, like, he did pee himself/right on the sidewalk on a date bc he couldn’t hold it and that seemed like the best option. Would sell his crush for pizza too. But! He is persistent. And strangely charming in his own failboy way. Still, if puppy dog eyes and following his crush around doesn’t work then he will ask his bros. It will either go great or very very badly. Because Zee could genuinely have some decent advice. And it’s not that Ripper can’t get good ideas. But I feel like he would get really focused on proving his experience with girls and not on actually helping. All in all at least Chase isn’t shy about his feelings, because the flirting advice he is given varies in quality. But at least his crush will know how he feels ig