#Kiss Me Kosher

[bearhedge]

Bear: 9/10

Hedgy: 7/10

We were initially going to watch a drama, but ended up with this one. I'm so glad The Universe plopped this on our (mine?) laps while we were browsing the Sapphic Films available on SBS On Demand.

When John Carroll Lynch popped up on screen we both recognised him and Bear went...

"isn't he American!?"

I wanted to mention a film John was in but there was nothing that popped up at that moment. If I had a chance to look through his filmography...I would have said...

"He's the captain in 'Hot Pursuit'!!!!"

...but I would have likely said...

"He was really good in 'Love Happens'."

I don't know why I was expecting Bear to agree with me when I mentioned that I thought the second half of film was better. Her view was that there was more happening at that point. Maybe I was asking too much of the film (my perfectionistic tendencies?) and had a belief that it was possible to put together a version which had the first half also equally as compelling.

One of the recurring gags for me that was done well was the band popping up randomly.

One of the interesting things were that SAGAFTA was mentioned in the credits...

I think during the first few minutes the film it wasn't that clear to me that Shira was managing a bar. I'll have to ask Bear if she was also wondering what the place was.

Were there other unions mentioned that were based in Israel and Germany? Or everyone in the film were members of SAG?

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[therevengeoffrankenstein]

i deserve to be hailed as a boy-genius as well. btw.

[revasserium]

nxx #1 - waking up with you

artem.

you wake up to find him watching you, the summer sky of his eyes fixed on you as you smile and yawn and curl closer. “sleep well?” he asks, his voice still husky and rough, the silk and gravel of a jazz singer in a smoke-filled bar, delicious and intoxicating. he asks you about your dreams, traces soft, abstract lines into the bare skin of your waist, smiles at the way you get shy when you realize what a mess your hair is, tugs you back when you try to pull away from him to straighten it out — he says, “no… let be it,” he says, “it looks good like this… just like this…”, he says, “sometimes… i think i’m still dreaming when i wake up next to you,”, he says, “look at me…” and he smiles, cups your cheek, holds you still as you stare back at him, searching his eyes only to find love and love and love.

luke.

you wake up to find him watching you, though he’s still clearly barely awake himself — there’s a shy, lazy grin caught on his lips and he slips over to slip his arm around your waist to pull you closer, nuzzle into your cheek if only to make you laugh. “hey! what’s so funny?” he asks, a pout already pressed between his lips, his eyes drawn large and puppy-like, but you smile and shake your head, tell him that it’s nothing, kiss the tip of his nose just to see him blush before he dives on top of you, pinning you beneath him with a bright laugh, “ah, so that’s how you wanna play?” he says, his honeycomb hair falling to frame his face and you — you stare up at him, breathless. he has the decency to blush again before collapsing at your side and tugging you closer, “mm… it’s too early for that, isn’t it?” he asks, looping his arm around your middle and pulling you close, “let’s sleep in for just a bit longer, hm?”

vyn.

you wake up to find him watching you, his cheek propped up on the heel of his hand, his eyes like twin stars, bright and burning and inquisitive, “ah… good morning, my sleeping beauty,” he says, smiling as you bury your face in your pillow to stifle a yawn, feeling you cheeks heat at the thought of him watching you sleep for god knows how long and — were you drooling? he laughs as you peer up at him over the top of your pillow, your hair a birds nest sitting atop your head — he reaches out to muss it up even more, a fond smile gracing his lips as he leans in. he kisses both your eyelids before pulling back, “good dreams, i hope? you were smiling a lot so…” he cocks his head to watch you, ever the scientist as you are ever the butterfly, pinned to the cushion beneath him. “s-something like that…” you say, averting your eyes as you try not to recall the details of your less-than-kosher dream of him, but he only leans in, his smile widening slightly as he pulls you closer, “mm… tell me about it… and maybe… we’ll be able to make some of those dreams come true, hm?”

marius.

you wake up to find him asleep — or so you think, but the grin on his lips tells you otherwise, and when you try to pull away, a pair of arms reaches out to tug you back against his warm chest, his hold on you tight and steady as you feel him nosing into the back of your neck, “ah… jiejie… how mean — trying to leave me before i wake up…” you laugh to yourself before flipping over to meet his dazzling, gemstone gaze, pursing your lips as you take him in, “if you were asleep, how’d you know i was trying to leave?” you ask, but he only crinkles his nose and leans in to bury his face in the crook of your neck, whining even as you feel him smirk against your skin — “so mean, jiejie… bullying me on a weekend morning… after everything that happened last night…” you feel yourself go hot at his words, thinking back to last night — to the heat and friction, to the give and take. you swallow as he chuckles, pulling back to pin you with those saturday night eyes of his — “don’t you think you owe me just a little, hm?” he asks, pulling you beneath him and pinning you there, “didn’t you promise you’d make me feel good too?” and you can barely nod before he’s grazing his lips along the bare skin of your shoulder, letting out a soft, wanton moan, “so… how about we start… right now?”

tot MARIUS reqs are officially open u__u

[lkfarrout]

Silly Quirks of Stanley Pines (hcs)

No I will not elaborate!

Types on a computer with just his index fingers

Kisses with his eyes open

Can count money really fast

Can play the harmonica, but not very well

Tries to kill flies by punching them in mid air (has never been successful)

Drunk kissed an Elvis impersonator

Owns a custom bowling ball and bowling shoes

Believes premium gasoline is a scam

Accused of forklift certification fraud (guilty)

Still doesn't really know what 'kosher' means (grew up Jewish)

I would still let this man do unspeakable things to me

[thebearer]

the milestones menu: teddy's toast

prompt: you and carmen tell teddy some big news.

the rest of the milestones menu can be found here!

contains: fluff. dad!carmen x mom!reader but truly just fluff :)

3 tablespoons granulated or brown sugar

2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

Pinch of kosher salt

Unsalted butter, for cooking

4 slices of brioche bread

In a small bowl, stir together the cinnamon, sugar, and salt. Melt some butter in a nonstick skillet over medium-low; you’ll want enough to lightly coat the bottom of the skillet when melted. Swirl the bread around to absorb the butter. Cook until light golden brown. Add another pat of butter. Sprinkle the toasted tops edge to edge with a thin layer of the cinnamon sugar. Cook until the underside is golden brown. 

“Daddy.” It was hardly a whisper, teetering on the edge of a hiss. Carmen’s vision blurred, still foggy with sleep, making out a mess of curls in front of him. 

“Daddy,” Teddy’s voice was louder this time, ticking up in octave the way yours did- a sweet coo you always used when you were coaxing her out of bed. Carmen’s heart swelled, she’d picked up on that. Teddy was acting more and more like you every single day, and Carmen couldn’t be happier. 

“Yeah? Yeah, ‘m up.” Carmen groaned, rubbing the heel of his hand to his eyes, rubbing out the sleep in them. His body ached, sore from the long week. Hamstrings burning in the most miserable way. “What’s up Teddy Bear? You sleep good, hm?” 

“Yeah.” Teddy giggled, pushing up on the edge of the mattress. She was still too little, which selfishly made Carmen smug. She was so big now, four years old. He blinked, and now she was her own little person. 

“Where’s Mama?” Carmen muttered, looking around. It was too late in the morning for you to be in bed. The doorway was vacant of you leaning against it, a tiny smile and cup of coffee cradled to your chest, soaking in watching Teddy and Carmen interact. 

“She’s throwded up again.” Teddy frowned. “She not feel good?” It was a question, head cocked to the side and brows furrowed.

“I think she ate somethin’. Got her tummy all messed up.” Carmen muttered, tickling Teddy’s little tummy, leaving her squealing and kicking in his arms. He hoped it would distract her. Stop her from asking too many more questions. 

“Are you hungry? Mama made you breakfast yet?” Carmen asked, sliding out of the bed with Teddy on his hips. 

“No,” Teddy shook her head, tiny, chubby fingers poking at Carmen’s chain. “She was gonna until she gots sick.” 

“Oh,” Carmen nodded slowly, opening the door. Anchovy chirped, stalking in and out of his legs, head nuzzling against his calves while he walked. He wanted Teddy down, the toddler and the cat had been inseparable since birth, but Carmen liked to tell himself Anchovy was excited to see him. 

“How about we make somethin’ that will make Mama feel better?” Carmen suggested. He could hear you in the guest bathroom, water running and vent going to drown out your heaves. It had worked at the beginning, but now Teddy was catching on. 

“What?” Teddy asked, head tilting to the side so sweetly Carmen wanted to squeeze her. 

“What do I make you when you’re feeling gross?” Carmen asked, settling the toddler on the counter, one hand on her hip to steady her, the other preheating the oven. 

“Soup?” Teddy chirped. 

“In the mornings.” Carmen tried again. 

Teddy thought for a moment, a grin spreading across her face. “Teddy’s Toast.” 

“Yeah,” Carmen smiled proudly. “You think that will help Mama feel better?” 

“Uh-huh.” Teddy nodded, curls bobbing when she shook her head. “I helps?” She pointed at herself, lips rounding cutely when she asked the question. Carmen was sure his heart might just swell and burst out of his chest, she was so cute sometimes. He didn’t know how he’d handle two. 

“Yeah, you can help. Get me the bread?” Carmen put her on the ground, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before nodding to the pantry. 

Teddy scampered past you, nearly knocking you over in the process. You looked sick, a little woozy still. It was less now, just a little upset in the morning, then you were fine. 

Carmen’s eyes flicked over to you, rounding with concern. “Hey, mornin’, baby.” He muttered, a hand running across your back when you met him. “You feel alright? You good? Need some ginger ale or Sprite?” 

“I just need water.” You swallowed the spit that filled your throat, still a little sensitive from the retching moments ago. 

Teddy swung the bread on the counter, jumping with raised arms to Carmen so he could lift her up- so she could ‘help’ him cook. 

Carmen passed you a glass of water, which you took gratefully, lifting Teddy on the counter. “Gotta sit still, Dorothea, alright? You start movin’, you’re down.” He gave her a stern look, which she just waved off with a cute nod. 

“Teddy,” You cooed, voice still a little raspy. “Did you go wake up Daddy?” 

“Yes.” Teddy nodded. “‘Cause you-you was sick, Mama.” 

Carmen’s eyes met yours, a knowing look shared between you. “I was. Thank you for getting Daddy. That was a good thing to do.” You praised her lightly. 

Teddy beamed, looking at Carmen gleefully while he cut the butter into slices. “Now we make you breakfast, Mama.” Teddy nodded. 

“Oh? What are you making me, Chef Teddy?” You asked, head leaning into the palm of your hand. 

“‘S a secret.” Teddy whispered, fingers pressed to her lips. “Surprise!” 

“Oh, it’s a surprise, hm?” You asked dramatically, hoping to reach her level of excitement. 

Carmen smirked, wrist rotating the butter on the pan. “Yeah. You’ll like it, honey. Promise.” He winked at you softly. You flushed, cheeks tingling with heat. He could still make you flustered, still make you swoon. 

“Yeah, pwomise.” Teddy added with a little bob of her head; her own nod of approval. 

“Hey, Teddy. Could you do Mommy a big favor?” You ask, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Could you get Mommy’s phone from the living room and bring it in here? Two hands, please?” 

Teddy nodded, Carmen setting her down so she took off, two feet pounding against the hardwood floors. “Do you think we should tell her?” You asked, sipping the rest of your water, eyeing Carmen carefully. 

“Tell her now?” Carmen pointed towards the counter, sprinkling the sugar mix on top of the browning toast in the pan. 

“Yeah, I mean… She’s catching on.” You mutter, hearing Teddy’s rough grab of the charger ripping out of the wall with your phone. “Might as well tell her before she starts telling everyone I’m sick and they get worried.” 

“Yeah, we-we can do that.” Carmen nodded, flipping the toast gentled in the pan. “If you want, honey.” 

“I think it would be best. Try to do it and then I can get the thing out of the closet for her.” You mutter, Teddy running back in, announcing triumphantly she found your phone. 

“Thank you, my sweet girl.” You coo, lifting her in your arms, peppering her face with kisses while she squealed and squirmed. Carmen tensed at you lifting her, eyes glaring at you in warning before turning back to the food in front of him. 

Teddy sat in your lap in the nook. You weren’t sure why you wanted to hold her, cuddle her softly while she babbled to you and Carmen, feeding you pieces of ‘Teddy Toast’ with an excited screech. You’d blame the hormones, mixed with the anticipation of telling her the news. 

“‘S good?” Teddy asked, turning to you with bright eyes- identical to Carmen’s. You wanted to melt. “Feel better?” 

“So much better.” You nodded. “How did you know this would make me feel better, hm? You’re so smart, aren’t you Teddy Bear?” You baby talk her, pressing kisses to her cheek. You know you shouldn’t anymore, she was four, growing up now, but how could you not? She was still so little to you. 

“Hey, you done?” Carmen asked, wiping Teddy’s hands when she nodded. He pushed the plate away, eyes cutting to yours carefully. “Teddy, we gotta tell you somethin’, ok? Somethin’ big.” 

Teddy stilled, ears perking at Carmen’s words, his tone. “Big?” 

“Mmhm.” You nodded, smoothing a hand down her curls. You moved her, turned her in your lap so she was facing both of you. “You know Mama’s been getting kinda sick lately?” 

“Yes.” Teddy nodded. “‘Cause you ated something.” 

“Right.” Your eyes cut to Carmen’s. “Well, not really ate something… Do you remember when Aunt Sugar had baby Jamie?” You started. 

Teddy’s lips twisted in thought, nodding. “And you remember Aunt Sugar had Jamie in her, uh, belly?” Carmen tickled her tummy softly, a lopsided smile spreading across his face at her little squeals and giggles. 

“Yeahhhh…” Teddy sang, collapsing into Carmen’s arms dramatically. 

Carmen snuggled her to his chest, nose pressed to her hair, looking at you. “Well, Mama’s been a little sick because,” You took a shuddering breath, clammy hand smoothing over your tummy. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous, so nervous to tell your toddler. 

“Because Mama has a baby in her tummy.” Carmen finished it for you, found the words that were choking in your throat, struggling to make their way out. 

Teddy frowned slightly- confused. You wanted to laugh, she looked so adorable. “A baby?” 

“Mmhm,” You nodded. “Your baby. Well, our baby, but your baby brother or sister.” You and Carmen paused, looking at Teddy, analyzing her every little move- every tiny tick and quirk as she thought silently.

“There’s… There’s a baby… in there?” Teddy processed it slowly, pressing a tiny finger into your ribs. 

“Yeah, right in here. That’s your baby brother or sister.” You nod slowly, voice calm and even, hoping to help her understand. 

“That’s why Mama’s been a little sick.” Carmen added. 

“Because of the baby?” Teddy clarified. 

“Because of the baby.” Carmen nodded slowly. 

“Because you ated it?” Teddy’s brows furrowed, looking up at you. 

You and Carmen paused, looking at each other. You’d played hypotheticals for weeks now- what if Teddy was upset, how would you say it, should you tell her until you’re out of your first trimester, what if Teddy didn’t want the baby? 

You hadn’t planned for this. 

“Uh, I didn’t…” You looked at Carmen for help. 

“Mama didn’t… she didn’t eat the baby.” Carmen said slowly. 

“Then how’d it getted in there?” Teddy asked, throwing her tiny little palms out for emphasis. Not at all affected by the news of a sibling- oh no, your child was worried about how the baby got in your tummy. 

“Uh,” Carmen looked like he might throw up, looking at you for help. 

“Daddy put it-” Carmen’s eyes widened, face reddening furiously. “I mean, Daddy and I got it at the store, and-and we have to grow the baby.” You stuttered, heat rising up your own cheeks. “Like-Like the flowers we grew in the backyard, remember?” Teddy nodded. 

“It’s like that. A little baby seed that has to grow in my tummy, then you’ll have a brother or sister in a few months.” You said as calmly and confidently as you could. 

Teddy was silent, nodding slowly, finger tracing on the table slowly. “Are you- You have any questions for us, Teddy Bear?” Carmen asked hesitantly. 

“Where did you buy the seed at?” Teddy turned to look at Carmen. 

“Target.” You said smoothly, ignoring Carmen’s bulging eyes at you. “Anything else? Are you feeling ok?” 

“Can I buy a baby seed?” Teddy asked, little hands pressing into her chest. 

“Absolutely not.” Carmen scoffed, louder than he meant it to be, harsher. 

Teddy’s eyes rounded softly, shining with hurt. You glared at Carmen lightly. “No, baby. You have to be older to buy it.” 

“A lot older.” Carmen added, holding the tiny toddler closer to his chest. 

Teddy thought for a moment, silently processing everything. “Do you have any more questions, baby? I know this is a lot of big news. It’s ok if you do.” You say softly, grabbing her little hand in yours. 

“Can we go to Target today?” Teddy asked, eyes shining bright and excitedly. “Yeah. Yeah, we can.” You giggled, tickling her sides softly. You grinned, beaming at her. She looked just like Carmen, but she was just like you. You hoped the next one would look just like Carmen too, act like him too.

[ivystoryweaver]

Take Me Out to the Ballgame - Marc Spector

Marc Spector + Tailgate + Grabbing by the hips

Fall Fluff Masterlist | Marc Masterlist | Main Masterlist

PSA: I have never been to Chicago. More of a Boston girl for travel and I live in the south. So we all have to use our imaginations here. Go Braves and Go Red Sox and don't hit me.

Word count: 386 || for @i-still-dont-like-your-face (I added a prompt, hope it's ok)

It started with that old red truck.

Sunday morning trips to the hardware store.

Midnight picnics under the stars.

But tailgating? It seemed so...social, for Marc.

Sure, you had friends. Life in the midwestern United States was altogether different from London. But it had seemed important to Marc, to come back. To try.

He needed you to know this part of him.

So, a house meant a neighborhood. Which meant neighbors, who eventually became friends.

The first time Marc took you to a Cubs game was pure magic. Wrigley Field may as well have been his own personal Disneyland. His transformation into a bright-eyed child, with every pipe organ tune or crack of the bat, made your heart swell with love.

Marc was quite good on the grill and his kosher pre-game cuisine was becoming popular amongst friends and neighbors.

You would hang back and watch him sometimes, humming to himself. He still maintained a private bubble, even in a crowd, but when he hummed, you knew he was comfortable.

A life out of the service of an ancient deity was a good look on him.

“Sweetheart, can you watch the grill for me? I gotta get something out of the truck.”

You smile playfully, taking the spatula from his hand. “Mr. Spector, you trust me to man your meat?”

‘You know it.” He winks, swatting your backside. Yanking his Cubs cap off his head, he plops it on yours playfully, raking his hand through his messy curls. “Hold that for me.”

You pick up on the tune he started, humming to yourself as you flip the burgers.

After a few minutes, you feel strong hands grab your hips from behind, squeezing possessively. “Hey baby,” he breathes on your ear.

“Mmm, hey.” You turn your head to meet an incoming kiss which he indulges in a moment too long for a neighborly gathering. “Want your hat back?”

“Nope, looks better on you. I’ll take the spatula though before you burn everything.”

“I did no such thing,” you pout, but you can see he’s teasing.

“Hey, Spector, you two grilling or you need some time alone?” Your neighbor Glen teases.

Passing him the spatula, Marc playfully grabs your hips again. “Definitely time alone. We’ll be in the truck,” he jokes, pressing a kiss to your giggling lips.

Fall Fluff Masterlist | Marc Masterlist | Main Masterlist

[heian-era-housewife]

Corporate Affair, pt. 2

Synopsis | Business becomes personal when you're invited to join Toji Fushiguro and Shiu Kong in an after-hours rendezvous.

Content | MDNI 18+, f!reader x toji x shiu, threesome, piv, double penetration, oral (f & m receiving), swearing, some fluff, soft!toji, a single booty smack.

Word Count | 2.4 k

Read Part 1 here

White noise pressed in on Toji's ears. Spells of heat and dizziness fell down upon him in disorienting waves. Leaning his back against the wall, his hands groped numbly, aimlessly for support. His mouth was dry and his words were lost somewhere deep in his chest- caught up in the disbelief of it all.

After having walked in on a less-than-kosher scene involving your mutual handler, you - his friend of many years, someone he always thought of as strictly "off limits" - had just agreed to a threesome with him and Shiu Kong.

He watched, slack jawed, as you sauntered toward the grinning handler, lifted the cigarette gently from his lips, and took a long, slow drag. Never breaking eye contact you blew the smoke enticingly back in his face. Shiu's teeth nearly chattered as you returned it carefully, tracing the thin hairs of his mustache with the back of one finger as you did so.

A foreign feeling took the form of a dull ache in the pit of Toji's stomach. Was this...jealousy?

"Ten minutes." He interjected, finally finding his voice. Both you and Shiu turned to give him a startled look. "Ten minutes," he pleaded, a note of desperation in his words neither you nor Shiu had ever heard before. "After that we can do...whatever. Just give me ten minutes alone...with her." Your eyes grew wide in surprise as Toji met your gaze with the sincerity and trepidation of a lovestruck schoolboy.

Shiu, having suspected something like this might happen, was already reaching for the tv remote while waving the two of you off. "Yeah, yeah." He said with an eye roll and a knowing smile. "But if you're not back in exactly ten I'm starting without you," he finished with a lewd gesture.

Toji pulled you into his darkened bedroom, closing the door behind you, hands placed firmly on your shoulders.

"You sure you're okay with this?" He questioned, scanning your face for the faintest hint of doubt.

"I'm fine. Are you?" You returned his worried look.

"I just never thought... I mean I'm thrilled... Surprised, I guess... It's just I- well it's your decision too so... -can't really just..."

"Toji, you're babbling."

"I want you first." He asserted, suddenly crystal clear. You blinked. Silence fell between you like a curtain of snow. A soft chill crept up your spine. You stared intently into Toji's steady gaze. You were certain he'd never been more serious about anything.

"Take me, then."

The remaining minutes were filled with panting breaths and desperate kisses. Years of unrequited feelings rained down in dripping sweat and heavy thrusts of stuttering hips. So rapt you were in each other's perfect rythm you'd nearly forgotten about the man in the next room.

"Time's up you two!" He called in playful mocking.

Toji took your face in his hands, aligning your gaze with his. "Listen," he spoke softly. "Kong's actually a decent guy...and a great fuck," he added callously. "I want to have a good time with you both. But you just keep those pretty eyes on me, okay?"

"Whatever you say, lover boy."

He pulled his pants back up over his hips watching as the shirt he handed you swallowed you up, slinking off of one shoulder, the hem just brushing your thighs.

A string of mumbled complaints could be heard coming from Shiu who sat just as you'd left him, on the couch in the center of the apartment's main room. Leaving the bedroom, Toji crossed to the back of the couch in three easy strides while you pattered along barefoot behind him. Suddenly emboldened by your recent rendezvous, he scooped you up in chiseled hands, swinging you over the back of the couch and plopping you onto Shiu's lap where you gave your hips a taunting wiggle.

"Miss us?" You teased taking the last of his cigarette from his mouth and inhaling deeply before flicking the butt into a nearby ashtray.

"I was starting to think you guys forgot abou-"

Taking his face in your hands you broke off his words with a feverish kiss, tongue sliding past his teeth with a gentle flick. You opened your eyes just long enough to wink at Toji, who was still standing behind the couch. Throwing himself over the back, he landed on the plush cushions with a hefty bounce, giving your barely covered rump a hardy smack before stretching his arms behind his head as he laid back to watch the show.

Shiu's hands groped eagerly at your ass while you moaned your way deeper into his increasingly desperate kisses. His fingers roamed your hips and up your sides, lifting the shirt ever higher as they climbed. Toji palmed the front of his sweats to the beat of your probing tongue wishing it was his mouth you were still exploring.

Meanwhile, Shiu's pants stretched tight beneath you, his throbbing length pressing forcefully upward into the back of your thigh. You rutted your hips down against it feeling the growing stain on his pants dampen your leg. He groaned with an ache of pure longing, bucking his hips up into you with growing urgency.

Wanting to move things along, Toji reached forward bringing you gently down onto him where he lay, removing the oversized teeshirt in one swift motion. The outline of his cock strained against his pants just inches from your face. With a downward tug you freed him, reveling in the sizeable "smack" as it sprang back against his abs.

"Thatta girl," Toji praised, eager to have your attention back on him.

Shiu, meanwhile, was just as happy on the sidelines. He rose from the couch making quick work of ditching his pants and tie. He stood, white collared shirt undone, bare chest exposed with glistening sweat, black boxer briefs clinging to the wet spot over his throbbing erection. It was his turn to palm at his front while he watched you take Toji's length into your mouth humming playfully as Toji jerked his hips in anguished pleasure.

With one hand Shiu freed his throbbing length, fisting his cock at the erotic scene, while using the other to trace patterns over your rounded asscheeks causing goosebumps to chase his calloused fingertips.

You continued to bob on Toji's length taking him deeper into your throat until, noticing the way the light glinted off your slick, Shiu used a thumb to part your glistening folds, making you whine and sputter.

"Dont worry, doll." Toji reassured you, pulling you up to lay on his chest where you nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "I gotcha."

"You still okay with this?" Shiu asked with an uncharacteristic tenderness to his words.

"Yeah," you breathed. "I'm ready."

Keening your hips upward, Shiu tapped his tip against your swollen folds swiping it up and down the length of your pussy, painting you from entrance to clit and back with your own arousal. Steadying himself at his base, he thrust deep into your core groaning in relish at the way you swallowed him fully.

"Ohhh fuck yeah," He shuddered. At his words you felt Toji's cock twitch beneath you.

He moved in slow and steady strokes, savoring rather than plunging impatiently. Each drag against your walls felt like a breath being forcefully drawn from your lungs. You rolled your hips in carnal bliss moaning softly while Toji ran his fingers through your hair, several minutes passing this way before anyone spoke.

"He never shuts up about you, you know." It was Shiu that broke the silence. Toji tensed at his words, a hint of red tingeing his cheeks as you looked up to into his uneasy gaze. "I'm serious," Shiu laughed, still thrusting his cock deeply into you, a firm grip on your hips.

"Sure, it's me he's been fucking, but it's you he really wants." He continued. Silence followed his truthful confession, the tension so thick, you could cut it with a knife, but Toji knew there was no point in denying it. Instead, he reached to the coffee table to grab a cigarette and lighter. Rather than place it in his own mouth, he leaned forward under your weight, arching your back as he did so, and placed it thoughtfully in Shiu's- a gesture of their shared friendship. He then lit it, setting the lighter back on the table before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I think we're all warmed up enough," Toji announced, eager to cover up his sentimental feelings. "We gonna have some fun or what?"

"What exactly did you have in miii-ohhhhh-" you were cut off abruptly as Shiu pulled you out by your ankles while Toji helped flip you over. You found yourself lying flat on the couch, Toji having slipped away, the two men now towering over you. Each one taking a leg, they planted sultry kisses down your ankles, nipping and sucking their way to your inner thighs. When the gap narrowed, Toji took the lead letting Shiu pull back to massage and bite around your calves while Toji eyed you preditorially from between your legs.

He waited a beat. One...two...then he plunged himself forward lapping voraciously at your folds, splitting you on his tongue as he inhaled your nectar. His eyes rolled in his head while an animalistic groan ripped from somewhere deep in his throat. Shiu's strong hands keeping time, playing you like a fiddle, he ran his fingers up and down your legs.

"Mhmm, so fucking good," Toji moaned into you, his voice reverberatong up your spine, sending a chill that crept up into your flushed cheeks.

Toes curling, thighs clenching, Shiu steadied your legs, spreading you further apart, giving Toji room to bury himself deeper in your throbbing heat. His tongue pierced into you drawing shuddering gasps as he dipped in and out of your fluttering hole. His nose found your clit and hit it just right moving his face in sinful circles that sent a rush of heat straight to your cunt.

A distant sound pulled at your senses, growing louder with every scandalous swipe of Toji's tongue. Darting your eyes in search of its source, you caught a glimpse of Shiu that made you yearn for him. Still spreading your legs wide, he thrust his hips against the open air desperately chasing relief that wouldn't come. He groaned, hungrily, watching his friend devour you while he himself was starved of pleasure. In a mix of pity and pure, unadulterated lust, you barked an order that surprised yourself as much as it did the other two.

"Shiu!" You snapped, pointing a finger to where Toji was feasting. "Eat up!".

Chucking his cigarette into the ash tray he dropped to his knees, face, lips and tongue nearly flush with Toji's. Both men began eating you out in tandem. Tongues moving languidly around your clit, taking turns gasping for air as they surfaced. A blur of heavy groans, sloppy kisses, and scratchy stubble overwhelmed your senses.

Reaching down to lace your fingers in one of the men's hair (you weren't sure whose at this point) you arched ravenously against the couch's cushions, keening into your orgasm with a strangled scream as you gushed against their lapping tongues.

Sweet moans filled your ears while they drank you in, trailing their kisses back up your thighs, watching you come down from your shuddering climax.

"That's my girl!" Toji praised, scooping you off the couch with ease and placing you straddled on his lap. "We're not finished with you yet."

He bucked his hungry cock up into you, walls still fluttering as the remnants of your orgasm melted into the new sensation. You struggled to remain upright, limbs like jelly after finishing with such intensity. Laying back, Toji brought you down on top of him once more, strong hands pulling your face into the warm crook of his neck.

Somewhere from behind, the couch shifted and creaked under a new weight. Shiu was positioning himself behind you, tapping his tip this time near the entrance Toji was already occupying.

With a husk, Toji whispered, "Remember what I said..."

What was it he said? You were drawing a blank. Pupils blown, you scanned his face for any hint of-

Oh God, the stretch. Burning tears brimmed your lashes as you craned your neck to look at the man behind you.

"Hey now," Toji spoke in little more than a gruff whisper. "You just keep those pretty eyes on me, doll."

They moved in rhythm opposite each other so that you were always fully stuffed, no doubt relishing the way their shafts slipped seamlessly against one another pressed tight together deep within your heat. The stretch was more than you could handle and yet you rutted your hips so hungrily for more. Words eluded you, all three of you, as the walls reverberated with grunts, groans, and the delicious smack of hips and asses.

You could feel your second orgasm building. Feel the heat boiling over in the depths of your stomach. Your walls began to flutter when a gutteral roar left Toji's chest, hands digging rabidly into your plush hips. He pounded your sweet spot sending wave after wave of hot seed spilling into you just as Shiu pulled out. Rutting against your ass, Shiu unloaded heavy ropes of hot cum onto the small of your back, having used the last of his willpower to pull out of your quivering cunt in respect for his friend.

The three of you gasped and panted, collapsing on the couch in a heap of heaving chests and fucked-out expressions. Toji's warmth leaked out of you in rivulets that trailed down your thighs. The air was thick with the heady scent of great sex.

Toji pressed tired kisses to your sweaty temples, praising your for taking them both so well.

Once everyone recovered, Shiu took his leave, grabbing his still-burning cigarette from the coffee table ash tray.

"You kids don't stay up too late," he jeered, straightening his tie as he stepped out of the apartment door. "Can't have you flaking out on your missions tomorrow." He chuckled as the door swung shut behind him.

"So," Toji sat up, eyeing you earnestly. "What do we do now?"

"Oh, I don't know," you said with a shrug and a wink. "Wanna get drunk and complain about our boss?"

Toji broke into a wide smile. "Thought you'd never ask."

Thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs always appreciated, never expected.

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[carousel-crows]

i would write more icemav, but it's finals week, so here are some headcanons:

ice gives the best hugs. slider basically taught him how to hug, and since slider is the resident teddy bear, ice is a master

mav definitely doesn't mind this after he accepts that he's touchstarved

chipper, hollywood, wolfman, and merlin specifically make sure that mav eats vegetables when ice and slider are away

speaking of food, ice's slavic background (specifically russian and polish) is often very helpful when showing pete his past. He sticks to kosher (he's jewish), and shows mav pierogi. 

Mav absolutely loves home cooked meals. He got taste of all sorts of cultures and religion while in the system, and there were a few recipes he took with him, but there isn't anyone to teach him to cook. 

ice and mav take bradley on outings all the time. the zoo, the park, carnivals and cinemas. Carole loves that they spend time with him, and she loves that it gives her time to still have friends and time to herself.

tom gives forehead, hand, and nose kisses. Pete gives cheek, shoulder, and chest kisses. 

they started out as angry hookups to "blow off steam", but they very quickly realized that they were a lot more complicated than that. it took them way too long to confess, but they grew softer and sweeter much sooner than their peers had expected

that's all i got tonight, folks, but i hope you enjoyed it. if you have any headcanons to share/expand on, feel free to send an ask or dm me!

[chiefdirector]

Hi there! Can you do Jessica Pearson x female reader where Jessica and her have been dating for a long time and adorably in love, so Harvey knows her too and they are low key best friends?? Love your work!!

Hidden in Plain Sight | Jessica Pearson | Suits

Harvey subtly watched Jessica in her office through the glass walls. He needed to get 'permission' to make a not so kosher move against Hardman, and by permission he meant just telling her so that Jessica could do what she did best and cover their asses when it all could go wrong.

He had only just managed to stop himself barging in when he saw (y/n) (l/n) sitting in the chair across from Jessica's desk. It wasn't often that she had enough time in her schedule to actually come down to the firm to see Jessica; he wished that he could've let them talk for longer, Jessica deserved to have a break every once and a while in her busy days, but needs must.

Swiftly, Harvey moved into the office, greeting Jessica with a nod before turning to (y/n). "Well what do we owe the pleasure of your company then ms. (l/n)?"

"Harvey, I do believe that she is here to see me, and not you."

"I don't know Jessica," she interrupted, standing to give Harvey a brief hug, "can i not be here to see two of my favourite people."

Jessica softly glared a (y/n) for a moment, but there was no form of malice in her eyes. She had been with her long enough to have a firm grasp on all aspects of her partner's sense of humour.

(Y/n) continued"But looking at Harvey's face, it seems important, and I have a patient at the hospital waiting on a consult so I better be off. I'll see you at home, yeah?"

"Of course." It was then Jessica's turn to move to her partner, guiding them to her office door before sending them off with a small kiss to the cheek and a squeeze of her hand. Once (y/n) had moved down the corridor enough that she was out of view, Jessica turned back to Harvey. "What problem do you need help with first?"

Harvey faked a gasp.

"What makes you think I have a problem? And shouldn't we focus on that (y/n) called me her favourite?"

"One of her favourites, Harvey. Don't get cocky now."

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[transmascpetewentz]

Welcome to my blog! 🤍💙🤍

Hello everyone, I'm sure you already know me, but for the new people: I'm Lou, I'm a bigender (in a jewish sense) fem gay trans man, I'm white/slavic, and I'm converting to Judaism. There isn't really a theme to my blog, I just find sideblogs too hard to keep track of so I keep everything in one spot. Politics, my personal life, and fandom will be posted here all as one stream of consciousness.

Here's my old pinned post if you ever need it, though the information on there may be outdated and probably doesn't reflect my current views if I've said something contradictory more recently. You can find my tagging/filtering system, general content warnings, and more about me under the cut.

To all the lurkers on my page, kiss the meowzuzah on your way in!

(all credit goes to @the-catboy-minyan)

Longer About Me

I'm converting to Judaism. Currently, I'm working on observing Shabbat and beginning more serious Torah study. We'll see where this goes; I would say that the journey > the destination, if the destination wasn't so good. You'll see me shitposting about this a lot, because it's something that's important to me and my brain likes to make up jokes about everything I think about for a prolonged period of time.

I'm also learning Hebrew. Currently, it isn't very good, but I can hold a basic conversation using some Google translate for individual words. I had to re-learn nikud because of reading the Siddur and Tanakh. I'm not very commentary-literate, though I've attempted to get into reading some for the Torah. Also, I keep mostly kosher!

Tag Filtering

So, I'm not very good at tagging, but one that I use pretty frequently is #ask to tag and it's a catch-all for anything that you might want to proceed with caution in. I also use #long post and #arguing a lot, for long posts and arguing respectively. Other than that, I'll tag most things about a certain bigotry with #[bigotry], including examples of that bigotry. If you're affected by said bigotry, you can and should filter the tag for your mental health!

I recommend that you filter out certain words entirely instead of just tags if you are triggered by a subject, since I oftentimes forget to tag posts with adequate warning tags. I don't like to tag things a lot, so if you are triggered by things I post about a lot and word filtering doesn't work for you, feel free to unfollow.

Although this is not an ED blog, I have an eating disorder and I post about it under the tag #ed talk. If you are uncomfortable with hearing that kind of discussion, block the tag and don't engage with the posts. If you are the kind of person who thinks people with eating disorders should have to censor themselves online for the comfort of others, do yourself a favor and don't follow me at all.

Frequently Asked Questions

Are you a Zionist?

It depends on how we're defining Zionism. If we're defining Zionism as "support of the modern state of Israel," I am a post-Zionist because the state exists. If we're defining Zionism as "the right of Jews as a native people to live and have self-determination in their native land," (which is also my personal definition), I am a proud Zionist. If Zionism means "support for the murder of innocent Palestinian people," then I am anti-Zionist, but that is a definition that divorces Zionism from its historical context.

Can you reblog my donation post?

Probably not, unless we already know each other. Due to the amount of donation scams that have popped up on tumblr recently, I don't feel safe giving money to random people that ask.

[kiitchensiink]

see now what we're not gonna do is start a stupid joshler ship war on tumblr again, because people are misinformed and refuse to actually do any research into the subject and project onto Josh and Tyler's feelings to push their own expectations of them.

Tyler and Josh consistently like joshler fan art on twitter, consistently have been chill with joshler shippers and have encouraged making joshler fan art (i.e the vessel livestream), make jokes ab the whole thing and are generally good natured and supportive of it.

they're for the most part in on the joke, and as long as people don't go up to them and force it down their throats like a weirdo, it's really a non issue.

I will not allow tumblr to become a hostile place towards joshler shippers expecially because your discomfort on the subject is NOT reflective of Josh and Tyler's feelings.

It's honestly worse to use the language of progressivism as a battering ram to treat others as subhuman when Josh and Tyler are secure in their sexuality.

Your emotional reaction and disgust do NOT give you moral superiority, nor necessarily make you correct in assuming Josh and Tyler feel the same way you do.

You are perfectly capable of using tumblr's tag and word blocking features, and I take the time and do the due diligence of tagging EVERYTHING so that people who dislike stuff are able to properly block those words.

If a community wants to flourish, we have to be respectful and kind to one another and put in the work to be considerate of one another, and that INCLUDES not putting joshler hate in the tags because you had a knee-jerk disgust reaction to it.

And this post even comes from someone with experience!!!!

When I was semi big on the internet, I had people shipping me with my underage friends, and I put my foot down and said publically "No I'm not comfortable with that". I spoke up and expressed my boundaries with that content and stood firm with it.

People made an effort to support me, and I very much appreciated it.

I understand how it feels to be shipped, and I believe as long as a person clearly communicates their boundaries on it, all is totally kosher. Consistently, Josh and Tyler have embraced joshler fan art, and if they spoke up against it tomorrow, of course I'd reconsider my stance on it.

But the world we live in is one where Tyler constantly talks about kissing Josh so if you're still choosing to be willfully ignorant on that, I can't help you, sorry.

[jungle-angel]

A Pair Of Cheeseburgers in Paradise (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: There's always that one place that you and Bob have felt at home and where your best memories have always been made

Notes: I am both ready and definitely not ready for fall, I'm a summer baby and I'm not sorry for it at all (lol).

Islamorada, Florida

Labor Day Weekend

It was only the second, or third, day of your little vacation with Bob, but you had never been happier than on that little slice of beach, the smells of the seabreeze and the afternoon sun lingering high above those clear waters. The pelicans were busy hanging out on the dock posts, the palms rustling away while the screech of the seagulls was heard from not too far off.

You and Bob were enjoying yourselves immensely, not needing to worry about work or personal bullshit that tended to get in the way of everything. Your wedding had been just a few days before, the boys sending you both off in style and bidding you farewell at the airport before you had taken off for Florida.

The smell of the charcoal grill on the porch made you hungrier than you had realized but you were laughing a little as Bob tossed on a few thick, homemade burger patties while the little bluetooth on the porch played "Cheeseburger in Paradise". Jimmy, your new feathered friend, was perched on the porch rail, bobbing his head and flapping his blue and yellow wings as though he too were dancing along to the music.

"Hey sweet-pea," Bob said cheerfully as he drew you in and kissed your forehead. "You hungry?"

"Are you really making the burgers?" you chuckled.

"I snuck out to Publix before you were awake to go get the stuff," Bob answered. "The condiments section was a little bare but I grabbed the last bottle of Heinz fifty-seven before anybody else could."

"You making fries with this?"

"Yep," Bob answered. "Those super thin, stringy ones that you like with the seasoning recipe that Javy's dad gave us."

Your mouth was absolutely watering at the thought. You and Bob had traveled to New Orleans once to visit Coyote's family and to try some of the foods that his family had brought up with them from Brazil. You could almost taste the salt and the spices that Felipe had used, the black pepper, garlic, hot cayenne peppers and all the others.

You helped Bob with the rest of the food prep and once the fries were done, you sprinkled them with a healthy dosage of the spice mixture that Coyote had sent you in the mail. As soon as the buns were toasted, everything was plated including the kosher dill pickle wedges and the burgers were put together.

You both sat out at the table on the front porch of the little pink and turquoise beach cottage, laughing and chattering away even as Bob cracked open a cold one and poured it into one of the glasses from the cabinet.

"Look at that, barely any head," he said with a smile.

"Penny should've taken you on as head bartender in that case," you chuckled.

"Yeah but you know me (y/n)," Bob said, setting aside the can. "I'd give Jake nothing but head."

You snorted a little, trying not to choke on the bite of burger you had been chewing, knowing Bob was bound to slip in a dirty joke somewhere along the line. "Bastard!" you said once you had swallowed. "I'm eating here!"

Bob laughed before he took a sip of the summery beer in the glass and dug into his lunch. You couldn't deny that they were the best burgers you had ever had, just a little slice of paradise right in front of you, but you always knew that Bob would be your real paradise and that you would be his, for the rest of your days.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

short prompt of smth around the love language of sharing food! either comfort thru good food or noticing each other's fave food or sharing a food from their culture etc etc

"Babe. Babe. Babe."

Stede sighed, looking up from picking at his mushroom stroganoff to glare at his beautiful, perfect boyfriend. "What."

Ed's smile was sympathetic as he laid down his fork, his own mushroom wellington mostly-eaten on his plate. "You know you don't have to eat it, right?"

"Well -"

"Stede, love, sweet, my perfect light of sunshine," Ed interrupted, grinning when that got him a small smile, "I just have a question for you. A tiny question."

"Mhm. Shoot."

Ed reached a hand across the table, smiling when Stede's fingers immediately laced easily with his. "Why did you tell me you like mushrooms when you very, very obviously don't?"

Stede chewed on his bottom lip, looking back down at what really did look like a perfectly-executed mushroom stroganoff. "You tried so hard," he said, quietly, after a moment.

"I could've made you something else -"

"But I need to be supportive," Stede practically wailed, and Ed's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Alright, hug time," Ed declared, standing up and unceremoniously pulling Stede to his feet for a proper hug.

Stede sighed deeply, hands coming up to lightly circle Ed's back, sighing into his shoulder. He'd been the one to encourage Ed to quit the modeling job he hated and go to culinary school, and the last thing he wanted was to fuck up Ed's confidence by not liking a dish!

"Hey, Ed?" Stede said softly. "I don't really like mushrooms."

"I could tell, yeah." Ed pressed a kiss to Stede's forehead, rocking him gently from side to side.

"It's the texture," Stede said, leaning back so he could stick his tongue out to make Ed laugh. "They're just so chewy and slimy and - ugh!"

"Alright, point taken," Ed said, with a good-natured laugh.

"I mean," Stede hastily corrected, "yours were on...the better end of that spectrum."

"I'm sure they were, babe." Ed gave Stede a cheeky pat on the ass, then pulled back to take his hand to lead him into the kitchen. "Wanna know the best thing about making stroganoff? You always end up with so many extra noodles."

Stede still felt a bit guilty, as Ed got the leftover egg noodles from the stroganoff back onto the stove, tossing them with some butter and adding melty cheese, not even having to ask to know what Stede would like best.

"See, there we go," Ed laughed when he got Stede seated at the table again and he promptly started shoveling noodles into his face. "That's how I know I've succeeded."

Oh, fuck, the guilt was back.

"Ed," Stede said, forcing down a huge swallow of noodle, "I'm really so, so sorry -"

"Nothing to apologize for," Ed said, giving Stede's arm a gentle squeeze. "You're not gonna like everything I cook -"

"Well, I should!"

"Oh, Stede," Ed sighed. "What's your favorite food in the world?"

"Shrimp," Stede said immediately. "Fried shrimp. Can't resist -"

"Can't resist your shrimpies, yeah," Ed said. "And we can't even keep them in our house."

"Well, you keep Kosher, we can't contaminate all the cookware," Stede winced. "It's not the same, you've got a reason, I'm just being picky -"

"Not the point, babe," Ed said gently. "The point is...we make allowances for each other, I guess. And you're not just being picky, you've got a reason, too. Not liking them counts as a reason. It's fine, but I wish you'd have just told me you wouldn't like the mushrooms."

And before Stede could even apologize -

"No apologies necessary," Ed said firmly, squeezing his hand. "We take care of each other."

And wasn't that a delight? There, in their kitchen, with his belly full of warm food and Ed smiling next to him...Stede had never felt more at home.

[missuswalker]

Dude the red hcs are so good bc I have the exact same vision of her in my head like playing volleyball and being extremely gay and pining for Wendy like that’s EXACTLY what I thought too 😭😭 BOUNCING OFF THAT VOLLEYBALL IDEA could you do mutual pining hcs of basketball player Kyle and volleyball player reader please? With bff Red on the side bc the energy u gave her makes me wanna see u write her more HAHA thank you!!

THIS IS SO BFHEFBEUIHU!!! lets kiss.

cheer you on || kyle broflovski x fem reader

✮ summary: your best friend, red, has been trying to convince you that kyle likes you, though you aren't totally convinced until he shows it himself (pt two can be found here) ✮ warnings: stanley marsh jumpscare

"God damn, he's so damn fine." Red gives me a look, already knowing who I was talking about. "Girl, you're like a stalker, hashtag free Kyle," Red scoffs, looking in the direction I was. "Yeah, well you can't tell me that Wendy isn't in your recently searched on Insta," I retort. "I could. It just wouldn't be true."

My eyes stayed on Kyle, watching as he talks to his friends, telling someone off for spilling water all over the lunch table. Kyle and I were okay friends, we talked when we saw each other, but it was never much more than that. Red swore on her life that he flirts with me all the time, but I could only think he was just being nice.

"If you don't go talk to him, I'm drowning you." Red jests, taking a sip from her water bottle. "Hell no, are you insane?" I say, shutting even the idea of talking to him down, stealing a grape out of Red's lunchbox. "He's looking over here," Red whispers, elbowing me.

"Shut up!" I snap, trying not to give in to the urge to look back. "Woah, woah, woah, he's coming over her," Red continues, her voice louder than I would've liked it to be. "Shut up!" I repeat, acting like I didn't have a clue that he was walking up behind me.

"Hey, Y/n, what's up?" Kyle asks, taking the seat next to me. "Not much, just... lunch." I need to shut the fuck up. "Cool," Kyle chuckles, pushing his curly bangs out of his eyes. "You coming to the basketball tonight? It's a big one and I was kinda hoping you could be my personal cheerleader," He grins. I could feel Red's amusement even while I wasn't facing her.

"I totally would, but I have volleyball tonight." I answer. Of course I have volleyball the night Kyle invites me to come watch his basketball. "Home game?" He asks, messing with his bangs once again. "Yeah, sorry, I really wish I could come." He shrugs, giving me a nod, glancing back at his friends.

"It's cool, don't worry about it. Next time, maybe," He mumbles, standing up. "See you in history?" I nod, giving him an apologetic smile. "Yeah, see you." I watch him walk back to his table, jumping as Red punches me in the shoulder.

"He was so bummed! "My personal cheerleader"? Are you serious? He wants you! That was so an invitation to have his little kosher children!" Red exclaims, shaking my arm. "Ew, what the hell? Have his kosher children? He just invited me to a basketball game, I bet he invited, like, eight other girls," I argue, pulling my arm away.

"Are you talking about Kyle?"

"Jesus Chirst," I huff, jumping at the sudden appearance of Stan. Whipping around, I see him leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. "He only invited you. He's been growing the balls to do it all day." Stan continues, staring into my soul. I give Red a look, my eyes going back to Stan.

"Ok... bye Stan," I say, waving in hopes he'd leave. He rolls his eyes, returning to his table. "Creep," Red mumbles, zipping up her lunchbox.

✮

Our match had just ended, our setter, Bebe, dragging out a cooler of gatorades. "Holy shit, Y/n, look to your left," Red laughs, nudging me. I turn and immediately see what she was telling me to look at. "Is that Kyle? Why is he here, did he skip his basketball game?" I say, completely shocked to see the redhead boy at my volleyball game.

He gives me a wave, his signature goofy grin taking over his previously straight face as he steps down from the bleachers. I meet him in the middle, giving him a confused look. "What are you doing here, I thought you had basketball?"

"I wanted to come cheer you on. I called in sick, Butters was gonna take my place." He answers, sending me into a swarm of thoughts. "You're fucked if your coach finds out you were at my stupid volleyball match." I scold, earning a playful eye roll from Kyle.

"It wasn't stupid. You were really good. Plus, I wanted to ask you something."

Hoooollllyyyy shit. If this was going where I thought it was going, I was going to pass away on the spot.

"I think you're gorgeous, and I was wondering if I could take you to get something to eat sometime. I really like you."

Woah.

"Yeah, that sounds fun. Text me?" "Definitely. See you tomorrow."

I was literally about to pass away. Walking back to my team, Red was readily prepared to shit on me about this.

"Told you so." "Shut up."

a/n: MEOOOWWWW

ruff ruff ruff im such a kahl gremlin (not proofread, i'll do it after my nap 😻) (its 3 am)

[obsessedwithtoomanythings]

The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy

CHAPTER 2

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)

Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N

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Masterlist

March 2004

We’re only getting older, baby

And I’ve been thinking about you lately

Does it ever drive you crazy?

Just how fast the night changes

-Night Changes, One Direction

The door opening pulls me out of the piles and piles of reports I have yet to file away, and I greet the distraction with a thankful sigh. Dr. Dalton stands in the doorway, his usual smile adorned on his features. In this lighting, it’s easy to make out the light dusting of freckles that dot across his face.

“Wanna take this one?” He asks, eyeing the stacks of paper littering my desk. I stand immediately, almost too fast, the hem of my purple scrubs catching and tugging me back closer to the desk with an unexpected huff. The doctor chuckles at my accidental antics, grabbing half the reports of my desk with a smile.

“Thanks, Dr. Dalton.”

“No problem, and hey, it’s Jasper,” he corrects, still smiling. “Oh! Before I forget, Lilian asked if you were interested in coming to dinner sometime?” Lilian is Jasper’s wife, and while I have yet to meet her, the way he talks about her? It serves as a gentle reminder of what love is supposed to look like.

“That would be fun! I’d love to meet her.” He lights up.

“Perfect, I’ll let her know. Now I wouldn’t keep him waiting, he seemed a bit irritable.” Oh. An irritated injured agent. Now I understand why Jasper offered it to me.

Striding out into the room, I adjust the diffuser silently as I breeze past, hopefully increasing the lavender scent before I look up and see him. Again. Standing in the middle of the infirmary.

“Agent Kennedy. Was hoping I wouldn’t see you back in here,” I say, disappointment etched on my features. It’s not as if I didn’t want to see him again, quite the opposite, actually. However, that desire also included that meeting not taking place in the infirmary when he’s injured.

“Was I really that bad of a patient, Nurse Nosy?” He asks, that signature smirk plastered on his lips as his arms fold across his chest, and I frown at the nickname.

“Nurse Nosy?”

“Yeah, seemed fitting after our last meeting.” His tone is infuriating.

“What do you need, Agent?” I cross my arms across my chest as well, a futile attempt at shielding myself.

“I’m having some lower back issues, so I figured I’d stop in and have someone take a look.” Agent Kennedy’s excuse seems kosher, and I gesture to the exam table with a wave of my hand, grabbing the gloves from the box.

“Remove your shirt and lay down on your stomach, Agent.” The words are devoid of any of my previous niceties, figuring he’d rather be in and out than make small talk.

“That tone’s a bit rude,” he mutters, but still doing as I asked. I turn back toward him and release a gasp. His entire back is covered in bruises in different states of healing, and I notice that the gash on his shoulder has become scar tissue already. I reach for the ice, but he notices this and quickly speaks. “They’re fine. I’ve been icing them.”

“Jesus, what the hell do they have you doing?” I ask as I move to press my hands against his lower back, right in the curve of his spine. Before I make contact, I notify him of where my hands are about to touch. He silently huffs, and I remove my hands like his back is a hot stove. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was that tender.”

“It’s not. Your hands are cold.” The words are mumbled into the space between his arms, his forehead now pressed against the folded limbs to keep his nose off the exam table. I exhale a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.

“Oh, okay. I’m gonna run my hands down your spine, tell me if I land on the area that’s bothering you.” Even through the gloves, I can feel the heat that practically radiates from him and I find myself wondering if he has a fever.

“There,” he mumbles as I graze over one of the bumps of his spine.

“Does it hurt when you move or all the time?”

“Mostly when I move or stretch.” I remove the gloves and toss them into the garbage with a chuckle.

“Well, I figured out your problem, Agent.” Agent Kennedy sits up, turning to look at me with pained movements as I move away toward the cabinet.

“And that is?”

“You have a pretty nasty bruise right over that vertebrae. It pulls tight when you move, hence the pain.” The explanation is simple, and I reach over and drop two little pills into his hand, along with a water bottle.

“What is this?” If I didn’t know better, I’d say that was anxiety in his voice. But I do know better.

“It’s pretty intense. You need to be real careful with it.” I fain seriousness, almost losing it with a giggle that bubbles up in my throat. “It’s regular-grade tylenol,” I whisper, leaning in close as a smile spreads across my lips before I reach for a blank form on the counter. The blonde rolls his eyes at the theatrics, looking at them hesitantly before popping them in his mouth, followed by a small swig of water. As the bottle lowers, I rest my fingers on the edge, not raising it, but preventing it from dropping any lower. “Drink. You need more water in your system if you want those bruises to heal faster.” His mouth opens in protest, but with a single glare, he seems to think better of it, drinking a few more large gulps.

“Why are you here?” He questions. The pen in my hand stills as I look at him. Still shirtless.

“Because I work here?” As if that wasn’t obvious.

“No, why here? Why not somewhere else?” He wants to know more about me? Or maybe he’s just being nice? Do I even answer? A sigh falls from my lips as I rotate, resting my back against the countertop as my hands find my pockets.

“I used to work in pediatrics. You know, taking temperatures and handing out suckers after a shot, the whole spiel.” His eyes widen. Guess he didn’t read my file then.

“That’s one hell of a change. I bet you see a lot more injuries this way,” he mutters, almost chuckling.

“I’m used to it. My brother was a cop. I used to be the one to bandage him up whenever he came home beaten to shit.” The agent doesn’t hesitate, latching onto the subtle wording.

“Was?” Damn it.

“Yeah. Was. He was killed in a hit and run 4 years ago.” I don’t need to share this with him. Something about the blue eyes he’s sporting just draws me in, and I find myself struggling to look away, knowing I should. “You can put your shirt back on, by the way,” I inform, turning away from him and those whirlpools he calls eyes. I hear a slight rustle of fabric behind me.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” The words are sincere, and the tears spring into my own eyes without permission. Reigning them in before turning back to him, his muscular chest and abs now concealed under a loose black shirt.

“Thank you.”

“Used to be a cop myself, it’s not an easy gig. Your brother was brave.”

“Really? You? A cop?” The revelation takes me by surprise, although it probably shouldn’t have. My eyebrows rise in shock.

“Yeah, believe it or not. Ended up here through sheer dumb luck.” The way he says ‘dumb luck’, it sounds like there’s more he wishes he could say but can’t.

“Well, then it sounds like you’re pretty brave yourself, Agent Kennedy.” The clipboard handed to him. Him signing it with a scratching across the paper. His hands, bruised knuckles and all, returning it to me.

“I would be inclined to disagree with you, but I’m worried you’ll scold me again,” he admits with a teasing smile, stepping off the table again and heading toward the door. “And hey.” My eyes find his, actually facing me this time. “Call me Leon.” Then he’s gone. Again. Stepping back into the office, I hand him the report, dropping down into my chair with an exhausted sigh.

“So how did it go?” Jasper asks with a mischievous grin. I roll my eyes.

“It went fine. Thanks for making me do that, by the way,” I tease, crumpling an old post it and tossing it at him. It misses, landing in front of him on the desk, his own laugh resounding.

“Oh, I didn’t hon.”

“What?” But he said-

“Guy asked for you. By name.”

He what?

Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22 @akiramoon8088

[pyropsychiccollector]

Irina: Right! Now that Kayano-chan's back with us, we can get to that special training I promised last week. (❋•‿•❋)

Kaede: … What's Professor Bitch on about? >_>

Yukiko: Nobody knows. (✿◠‿◠);;; During our English lessons last week, she made some giddy announcement about training that none of us could get her to elaborate on…

Rio: She DID say we all needed to be here for it. (✿◠‿◠)(✿◠‿◠)(✿◠‿◠)

Nagisa: … I have a bad feeling about this… ಠಿ_ಠ

Karma: Aw, don't say that! (❋•‿•❋) Bitch-sensei must have a grand idea if Kayano-chan needed to be here~

Kaede: Why are you saying that so ominously?! (╬≖_≖) Now I see where Nagisa's coming from.

Rio: You WOULD. (✿◠‿◠)(✿◠‿◠)(✿◠‿◠)

Karma: (❋•‿•❋) shows pic of Nagisa kissing Kaede from last week

Kaede: Will you DELETE THOSE ALREADY?!?!?! (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)

Karma and Rio: No. (❋•‿•❋)

Irina: (✿◠‿◠)*** If the peanut gallery would kindly shut up, I would be glad to give you your instructions. Be good brats and take out a sheet of paper. You only need to write down the names of three classmates you would prefer to practice seduction lessons on. That's it.

Everyone: … ಠಿ_ಠ WHAT?!

Hinata: Seduction lessons?!?!?!

Okajima: You mean like taking babes' clothes off?! __

Isogai: (✿◠‿◠);;; This doesn't sound kosher…

Meg: Because it's not. (╬≖_≖) Who authorized giving Junior high kids seduction lessons?!

Irina: I did. (❋•‿•❋) Stop being babies and sack it up. You wanted to learn to be kickass assassins, and one of the tools you'll have is seduction~

Rinka: We're training to kill the Octopus, not drag him into bed. (╬≖_≖)

Irina: Yeah, well, you know how he gets all orgasmic about you kids pairing off. (❋•‿•❋) There's a good chance you can distract him with lovey-dovey shit, and the rest of you can go in for the kill~

Touka: Well… I guess that makes a weird sort of sense…

Hinano: Can we put down teacher names?! _

Irina: Meh, sure, why not?

Kaede: ……… This is because of last week, isn't it? (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)

Irina: (❋•‿•❋) The inspiration hardly matters. What's important. You don't have to worry about advanced techniques yet. Right now we'll only be practicing kissing.

Itona: With three people of our choosing?

Irina: Yup. Gotta be fair and spread the love around~… Well. It's more practice than anything else. Get you used to kissing fast. (❋•‿•❋)

Kaede: (╬≖_≖) Three names, you said?

Nagisa: (✿◠‿◠);;; … Why me…?

Irina: The only rule is NO BLANK PAPERS! Everything else goes! (❋•‿•❋)

Yukiko: … Oh. Okay. (✿◠‿◠)

Rio: I like this. (❋•‿•❋)

Yuzuki: Loopholes are great. (❋•‿•❋)

Irina: … Eh? Why do you brats look so smug? (╬≖_≖)

Kaede: ≖‿≖ Just because YOU'RE a bitch, doesn't mean the rest of us are.

Irina: Will you all cut that cheeky crap out?! Turn your papers in if you're done!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ)

~*~

an awkward hour of kissing later, end of the day

Nagisa: (✿◠‿◠);;; Not to sound ungrateful, Professor Bitch, but why can't I go home?

Irina: pinches his cheek Because, my dear sweet Casanova, as you might have noticed you didn't get any action during that practice session. (❋•‿•❋)

Nagisa: Well, yeah. I mean, I was hardly the only one. Okajima only got to kiss the three he wanted to. A lot of the guys were like that. ಠಿ_ಠ

Irina: (❋•‿•❋) Ah, but they DID get kissing. YOU didn't even get the ones on your list.

Nagisa: … I just figured we were out of time. It's not that big of a deal. (✿◠‿◠);;;

Irina: On the contrary, it's a very big deal. ≖‿≖ Turns out you were quite popular on the surveys. Some smartasses even listed you thrice. ≖‿≖*** Well, it was my fault for not considering repeats as a way for people to get out of spreading the love around. Oh well. You got a long afternoon ahead of ya. (❋•‿•❋)

Nagisa: You could list repeats?!?!?! (⊙▂⊙✖ )

Irina: (❋•‿•❋) Thank YOU for being a better sport and listing three different girls~ Gave me plenty of data. (❋•‿•❋)

Nagisa: ……… I need an adult.

Irina: I AM an adult. (❋•‿•❋) slides open the classroom door, hauling Nagisa back in Okaaay~ Everybody here? counts off … Yep, all nine of you. Fantastico~… (❋•‿•❋)(❋•‿•❋)(❋•‿•❋)

Nagisa: (⊙▂⊙✖ ) staring … H-How many of you guys listed…me…?

Kaede: head buried in arms to hide her crimson face, raises hand

Yukiko: shyly raises hand

Rio: shamelessly raises hand

Rinka: awkwardly waves hand

Yuzuki: proudly waves hand Loopholes! (✿◠‿◠)

Touka: chirps brightly, waves hand After seeing you put Kayano-chan out of commission, I just had to know! (✿◠‿◠) ignores Kaede's indignant squawk

Hinata: meekly raises hand

Hinano: waves hand guilt-free I didn't know about the loophole, but Mister K said I only got one chance anyway! (✿◠‿◠)

Ritsu: raises hand with a dead serious expression No one else struck me as attractive with kissing.

Nagisa: (⊙▂⊙✖ ) All of you…?!

Irina: (❋•‿•❋)*** Yup. And just about all of them listed you three times. Kurahashi only gets the one, Hayami twice, but everyone else was a smartass. Though if this training goes well, you might have a promising future ahead of you. (❋•‿•❋)

Nagisa: P-Promising future?! (⊙▂⊙✖ ) doesn't want to hurt any of their feelings, he's nervous as hell

Irina: Let's get that hit rate up, okay? pinches Nagisa's cheek No excuses this time~

Nagisa: … mutters I'm so dead by the end of this. ಠಿ_ಠ

~*~

Hinata: D-Don't get any weird ideas!! >////////<* I picked you because you and Isogai were the least troublesome boys, and I figured Isogai was gonna have a line a mile long… I never pegged YOU as a womanizer! >///////////<*

Nagisa: I'm not!!!!!! (⊙▂⊙✖ ) God's honest truth, I didn't even WANT to put names down, but Professor Bitch said no blanks…!

Hinata: … huffs I guess that's true. You're like the opposite of that idiot Maehara… >///////////>*** Let's just get this over with. Can't believe I had to put you down three freaking times……..

one lengthy session later

Irina: Alright, break it up~ You can go home, Okano-chan. You're done. (❋•‿•❋)

Hinata: (⊙▂⊙✖ ) Wh-What do you MEAN done?! W-We only just got started!!

Nagisa: ಠಿಠ zoned out after three kiss sessions went by in a barely lucid haze Tha… ಠಿಠ struck speechless at how much he liked it

Hinata: Youuu…! >///////////////<* F-Fine, but we're practicing later, you big perverted j-jerk!!! @/////////////@* runs out the door, steam whistling out of her ears, beet red face

Nagisa: ಠಿ_ಠ

Irina: Ufufu. Seems Kayano-chan wasn't an accident. (❋•‿•❋)

~*~

Hinano: I don't expect too much from you. Mister K will always be my #1! (✿◠‿◠)

Nagisa: Th-That's fine, Hinano-chan. (✿◠‿◠);;; We only have to do it the once.

Hinano: Just pucker up already. (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

a couple minutes later

Hinano: Wha?! It's over?! Σ('◉⌓◉’)

Irina: You had to come up for air sometime, sweetie. (❋•‿•❋) You can go home.

Hinano: Σ('◉⌓◉’) looking very conflicted at Nagisa

Nagisa: ಠಿ_ಠ I-Is it over yet? glad he only had to kiss Hinano once, but it was a kiss sessions he didn't want to end

Irina: Not even close, dear. (❋•‿•❋)

Hinano: Σ('◉⌓◉’) nudged out the door and questioning whether she liked kissing Mister K or Nagisa more

~*~

Ritsu: I have performed the necessary research while awaiting my turn. I am reasonably confident practice will be a nonissue. (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

Nagisa: … (✿◠‿◠);;; You…studied? Like, watched clips or something?

Ritsu: nods sagely Clips. Read up on specific techniques. I am certain I will "wow" you, Nagisa-kun. (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

Nagisa: ……….. doesn't want to be hearing this right now Let's… just get this over with. (✿◠‿◠);;;

three lengthy, dizzying rounds later

Ritsu: Over? (☉_ ☉) This cannot be. I swear to you, we only just got started. (☉_ ☉)

Irina: (✿◠‿◠)** Yeah, well, hate to break it to ya, computer junkie. But you were about to go for Round 4. I can't let you do that… Wouldn't be fair to everyone waiting.

Ritsu: Impossible. (☉_ ☉) My mind went blank and I forgot everything I learned. I merely reacted to Nagisa-kun… This is troubling. Nagisa-kun seduced me. (☉_ ☉)

Nagisa: I'm telling you, it was as much of a blank for me!! ಠಿ_ಠ

Ritsu: Untrue. You were singularly focused into overwhelming my senses. (☉_ ☉) Do not lie to me.

Nagisa: twitching violently, unable to deny that he was…focused…on the exercise after Ritsu promised she'd studied up ಠಿ_ಠ I was hoping to learn a little bit more than that… You said you studied! DX

Ritsu: (☉_ ☉) We will have to save it for…next time…

Nagisa: ಠಿ_ಠ twitching

~*~

Rinka: I did kiss Chiba earlier, just as a head's up… >///<***

Nagisa: That's…okay? ಠಿ_ಠ I mean, if you like Chiba, I'm not going to tear you away from him…

Rinka: huffs It's not like that. >///<* I mean… He's a good friend. But I don't honestly know anything about this lovey-dovey stuff. I put you down twice cuz you obviously had the skills, knocking out Kayano… But I didn't know if Professor Bitch would allow that. So I put Chiba down as a fallback. >///<* Should have just went with my gut.

Nagisa: … ಠಿ_ಠ Everyone keeps bringing that up, but I was just saving her life… Anyone would have done the same.

Rinka: groans Just come here. I'm tired of hearing you all down in the dumps. >///<***

couple rounds later

Rinka: >///////////////////<*** Just blind luck, my ass.

Nagisa: ಠಿಠ I'm pretty sure you were pretty… experienced… Yourself. ಠಿಠ

Rinka: No. >/////////////////<*** I'm a damn greenhorn, and I just refused to roll over for you. That's all. This is supposed to be practice, so I have it my all, too. Thanks for not holding back, but I've got a long way to go.

Nagisa: ಠಿ_ಠ I don't think that at all… W-We can try again later?

Rinka: Goes without saying. @/////////////@***

~*~

Yuzuki: Fufufu. My time to shine! (＾ω＾)

Nagisa: ಠಿ_ಠ I'm surprised you wanted to kiss me, Yuzuki? I mean, I'm not even that good.

Yuzuki: That's not what Kayano-chan's starstruck face said. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And I'll have you know I came prepared! I rewatched a bunch of lovey-dovey anime that featured this very type of scenario!! You have no chance! (＾ω＾)

Nagisa: huffs out a sigh I keep telling you guys, it was no big deal… (✿◠‿◠);;; But if you think you're prepared, I'm…happy for you? I'll try and learn from you, Yuzuki-sensei.

Yuzuki: Don't patronize me! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I'll have you roll over and beg me for more!!

A few heated sessions later

Irina: Alright, break it up, you two. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Fuwa-chan, you look sweaty~… Your shirt is not doin' so hot. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yuzuki: It's…….over? (☉_ ☉) No. No, no, no!!! It can't be over!!!!!! (☉_ ☉) shakes Nagisa like a ragdoll Gimme back my three lives, damn you!!! I didn't get to show you anything!!!!! (⊙▂⊙✖ )

Nagisa: (✿◠‿◠);;; still kinda spacey I think you showed me p-plenty, Yuzuki-sensei… G-Give yourself more credit. (☉_ ☉)

Yuzuki: @~~~@*** Unacceptable!!! It can't be over…! getting yanked by Irina to the exit I-I still have my Ace to play! J-Just gimme one more chance!! DX

Irina: Nope… (✿◠‿◠)*** swats Yuzuki's hand away before she can strip off her soaked, sweaty jacket Advanced techniques come LATER. What part of that do you not understand?!

Nagisa: watches them go, shivering (☉_ ☉) Can I go home yet? doesn't know how much more he can take

~*~

Irina: (✿◠‿◠)*** Touka, dear. Clothes stay ON, you got that?

Touka: (＾ω＾) Of course, Sensei! I am a professional!

Nagisa: (☉_ ☉) I know you're besties with Kaede, Touka… But you wanted to kiss me, too? Seriously??

Touka: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) After seeing the mess you made of Kaede-chan, I just had to see how I stacked up~ You're pretty formidable, Nagisa-kun. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Nagisa: (✿◠‿◠);;; You guys give me too much credit… I have nothing to offer…

Touka: We'll just see about that! (＾ω＾)

a few steamy sessions later

Irina: ………… (✿◠‿◠)*** Right. You guys are done. Touka. Go home.

Touka: was prevented from removing her sweat-soaked shirt every time throughout the sessions >:[ Mean, Sensei. It's getting hot in here. Just let me-

Irina: I SAID GO HOME!!!!! (✿◠‿◠)*

Nagisa: (☉_ ☉) feeling sooo conflicted about Irina interfering in Touka's attempts at "cooling off" Actually… It is p-pretty warm in here…

Irina: (✿◠‿◠)*** Nagisa, don't think I didn't notice how you kept groping where your hands didn't belong.

Touka: Pshaw. They were right where they were supposed to be. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Let's meet up later, Nagisa. Alone. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Nagisa: (☉_ ☉) hardly has willpower to refuse such an invitation

Irina: For the last time, you knuckleheads…! Advanced techniques…….ARE FOR LATER!!!!!!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)

~*~

Yukiko: (✿◠‿◠);;; I didn't think my turn would ever come…

Nagisa: (✿◠‿◠);;; I'm pretty sure Professor Bitch was always going to make us see it to the end… B-Besides, I did put you down on my list…

Yukiko: Really? (❋•‿•❋) I-I was afraid I'd be too…plain for you… >w<*

Nagisa: N-Not at all!!! (✿◠‿◠);;;;;;; You're amazing, Yukiko… I know probably every guy in class had you on their list…

Yukiko: Well… I suppose there's some truth to that… (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) But even if I'm considered… popular… I don't think that about myself at all. >//////////////<* A-And besides, I was curious why you never got a turn… I'm glad you ARE appreciated, even if that means a wait time for me. >///<*

Nagisa: Honestly, this is surreal for me… I'm not that special at all… >///<***

Yukiko: Not true!!! ٩(๑ `н´๑)۶ You're VERY special!!!

Irina: Could you two lovebirds get to it already? (╬≖‿≖) As much fun as this is, I'd like to go home, too. (╬≖‿≖)

Yukiko: L-Lovebirds?! Σ('◉⌓◉’)

Nagisa: B-But Yukiko's way out of my league!!! (⊙▂⊙✖ )

Irina: Just shaddup and pucker up already!!! (╬≖‿≖)

a few dreamy sessions later

Nagisa: (☉_ ☉)

Yukiko: short-circuiting from how happy she is (✿◠‿◠)

Nagisa: unable to tear Yukiko off from her adoring hug she's got him trapped in (☉_ ☉) … Not sure if he wants to be free

Irina: Time to go home, Yukiko-chan! (✿◠‿◠)*** picks her up by the back of the neck like a kitten and scootches her to the door

~*~

Rio: (❋•‿•❋) Myyy tuuurn~

Nagisa: (⊙▂⊙✖ ) B-But I got done with Touka…! I was supposed to be safe from hereon. Σ('◉⌓◉’)

Rio: Oh, I'll keep you safe, hubby. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I'll blow all those others away~…

Nagisa: staring horrified at Irina (⊙▂⊙✖ ) N-No crossdressing allowed, right?

Irina: (❋•‿•❋)*** Clothes stay on, Nagisa. You know the drill by now.

Rio: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I'm cool with clothes on. We can get nice and oily just like this~… rubs up against Nagisa sensually

Irina: Advanced techniques…LATER. (╬ಠ益ಠ)

a few steamy sessions later

Rio: standing over Nagisa faceplanted on the floor I'm the best~ (＾ω＾)

Irina: sighs Yes, yes, Rio darling. You can continue your kissy obsession later. (╬≖‿≖) Nagisa still has one more to get through.

Nagisa: …

Rio: I'll wait outside~ (＾ω＾)

Irina: HOME. (╬≖‿≖)

~*~

Kaede: >////////////<*** I was hoping Professor Bitch would get bored by now…

Nagisa: sighs (✿◠‿◠);;; She's not. She's filmed each one.

Kaede: WHAT?! (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)

Irina: (✿◠‿◠) For feedback purposes~ Relaaax~

Kaede: I'M GONNA MURDER YOU!!!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)

Nagisa: (✿◠‿◠);;; L-Let's just get this done and go home, Kaede. I won't let her humiliate you.

Kaede: E-Eh…? @///////@*** W-Well… If… If you don't mind, Nagisa…

Irina: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) starts filming

a few hot minutes later

Nagisa: (✿◠‿◠);;; Professor Bitch, Kaede passed out… Again…

Irina: I saw. (❋•‿•❋)(❋•‿•❋)(❋•‿•❋)(❋•‿•❋)(❋•‿•❋) You were a real stud~… All that practice paid off~…

Nagisa: (✿◠‿◠);;; Can you…take her home?

Irina: Nope! I've got business to attend to. Don't worry, you can ask Karasuma where she lives. (❋•‿•❋) Don't do anything I would~ leaves a deeply disturbed Nagisa holding a limp, unconscious, but content Kaede in his arms

Nagisa: Professor Bitch!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ)(╬ಠ益ಠ) Grrr… walks into teacher's lounge … (☉_ ☉) does an about face when he sees that Mr. Karasuma has gone home for the day, and instead all the other girls are sitting in there waiting for him

Rio: You're not getting away that easily! (❋•‿•❋)

Nagisa: gets yanked back into the office with Kaede in tow, door sliding shut (⊙▂⊙✖ ) I need an adult…!