#SHITTT I JUST SAW HIS HEELS TOO THOSE ARE SO

[goose-nut]

Is his tag stickin out his pants or am I just insanely stupi

Like. I can't be the only one ..

[shishinoya]

request | “ Can I request b, i, r In sfw and i, o, p in nsfw for Sugawara Koushi and/or Semi Eita? Thanks!! Also, congratulations on teaching 400 followers!!!!!! “ — anon

and here’s semi’s!!! (sidenote: dO U SEE THAT GIF??? WHAT THAT TONGUE DO??? OMG o god... i would so simp for him oMg sidenote #2: i foUND A YT VIDEO OF THIS GIF ON A LOOP FOR AN HOUR AHAHAHAHA)

pairing | semit eita x reader

warning | none

[ B — Beginning (how did your relationship start out?) ]

- he was a hot-headed little bitch in the beginning

- u two would always bicker and banter with each other during classes

- it was hard to say if u guys were friends or not but u two were always together, teasing or making fun of each other

- he would get angry with u and question the number of brain cells u had when he was paired up with u for a project

- but it’s a love-hate relationship babeyyyyy

- he actually adored the bantering and how he could talk to u so easily

- insults and teasing slowly turned to flirting and compliments

- he cared for u in his own silent way

- is like that one friend that is extremely protective of u but won’t admit it cuz he’S A CHILD and only wants to seem like the bigger person

- eventually, he would crack and just tell u that he likes u while blushing of course

[ I — “I love you” (when would be the first time they say it? what would be their reaction?) ]

- it was subtle

- he isn’t someone to say it outwardly but shows it more through small actions

- making u dinner when u had a long day at work

- leaving u short sweet texts throughout the day

- letting u get a few extra minutes of sleep while he goes makes breakfast

- those are the actions that show his love and affection for u

- but when he did say those three words, they held the same amount of admirations as his actions

- his reaction when u say it?

- total bliss and is absolutely head over heels

- he knows that u love him and u would do anything for him but just hearing those words come out were confirmations for him

- he was overjoyed to know that someone accepted him fully, his flaws and all

- he was happy to know that someone was in his life that cared and cherished him

[ R — Realization (when will they realize how much they like/love you?) ]

- u two were on a date and it was sunny and gorgeous outside

- having a stroll through the city was a great way to spend the day and that’s what u guys did

- u held his hand and the look in ur eyes when u saw ur favourite ice cream parlour

- smiling, u pulled him to get to the shop as quickly as possible and that’s when he saw how beautiful u were

- i mean he always thought u were beautiful

- even when u snored in ur sleep or had ur head in the toilet after having one too many shots

- he still thought u were beautiful

- but in this moment, while the sun painted on ur skin, lighting up your features

- when the breeze ever so calculated itself to run through your hair

- and the way u giggled and called his name

- he wanted to have this all for himself, to capture it and imprint it in his memory

- and then he realized

- u had this effect on him and it couldn't stop all the tingles and the tumbling his stomach did

- he knew then that he loved u

warning | NSFW

[ I — Intimacy (how intimate are they? how long into the relationship does it take for them to want to get intimate? ) ]

- he’s very intimate when the time comes

- teases u most of the time but never goes over the top with it

- would probably wait until after u guys are married to really get into it

- “sex is sacred”

- “i shall not taint ur holy body”

- ah yes blushy blushy

[ O — Oral ( do they like giving it? do they like receiving it? ) ]

- u see that gif

- yes

- i said it

- a god with the tongue

- it would be like a treat for u

- a reward

- he may be a mama on the streets but he a daddy in the sheets

- oops o.o

- would def make u beg for it

- as for receiving

- do it and he will quickly go from the daddy to the baby

- he’s a switch yes

- lick the base to the tip and play with his balls will make him go wild and have his fingers through ur hair

- blushes at the sounds he’s making but he doesn’t care because the pleasure is overwhelming

[ P — Pace ( how fast are they? how rough are they? how considerate are they of their partner? ) ]

- ahh shittt

- look at him

- he looks like a dom but he’s a switch so when he’s being in control, likes it rough and hard bb

- but when u’re in control, have at it with him however u like and he will still be moaning and grunting

- but just between u and me

- he likes it rough ;)

- i mean if he likes it rough, he gonna give it to u rough

- he’ll make up for it with kisses and cuddles after don’t worry

- will still make u feel like a princess

- cuz u his princess :)

[perfectisme-georgette]

Trial In Motion || One-Shot

Summary: It’s trial day and Georgette is the star witness. 

For more details read: Demons Resurfaced, Open Wounds and a Scar

Trigger Warnings: Rape. In detail, Georgette does explain what happened to her that night, so please, please, pleeaasee be extra careful!!!!

Extra Warnings: Toooo long. Longer than the other two!!! This be a novel. But there is also a lot of dialogue so I want to say that’s whyyyy but yeah still longgg

Disclaimer: I know shittt about court rooms and trials. This was heavily based on a lot of Law and Order episodes if I’m completely honest 

It was trail day, or rather it was the day Georgette was due to appear at court and testify. The trial was already proceeding well underway and the media surrounding it was ridiculous. 

Tiffany, the defendant, both lawyers, detectives and even the Warren family had been hounded upon their entrance to the court. This was media gold and they were all lapping over it like mad dogs. It made Georgette’s stomach churn in heavy nauseating knots within the back seat of the car. She was being brought over by a couple of detectives that were well rounded in this case. They had all said their testimonies already, Georgette was the only one left. 

The car pulled to a stop right at the front of the court building and already the blonde could see through the glass of the tinted windows the media warfare that was taking place. 

One of the detectives, a female, turned around from the passenger seat and looked over at Georgette. “Are you ready?”

Georgette didn’t give an answer.

“When we step out of the car, the media will try to curl around you. They will ask questions and flash their cameras in every direction as well as try to break right into your personal space. We don’t want you to worry about them, okay? We will make sure you get inside safely. Don’t answer any questions or make any comments, keep to yourself, and move quickly. Understand?” 

The answer was given in a short curt nod. Georgette already knew how all of this worked, she didn’t need an explanation play by play. What she needed was to get this over with already before she recanted. 

The back seat door was opened and the moment Georgette appeared out of the vehicle the media swarmed in like a frenzied vicious crowd of hyenas. There were camera flashes flickering wildly in every direction Georgette could fathom to look towards, microphones, tape recorders, video cameras etc. all being desperately jammed in her direction. 

Questions were flying around the air from broadcasters, journalists and all sorts of media franchises: where had she been? Was it true she was to be a witness in this trial? Had she been in hiding all this time? Were all the rumors accused of her false in the end? It went on and on. 

The walk to the front door felt like it was going on for miles. The detectives were shoving, and maneuvering everyone around all the while making sure no one entered into the blonde’s personal space. Georgette kept her eyes squarely locked to the ground, arms tightly close to her person and moving, moving as quickly as she possibly could without causing a break to her heels.  

Keep to yourself. Keep to yourself. Keep to yourself. 

It was the mantra she kept repeating to herself over and over and over again. If she reacted, she could hurt someone horribly. Her strength was still not controlled to it’s fullest and she couldn’t afford a scandal on top of a scandal. 

Finally, the entrance was reached, double doors shutting tight behind her. The rushed chaotic whirlwind of sound was receding away from her eardrums as Georgette took a shaky breath in nervously straightening out her skirt and blouse. She didn’t know anymore if she could do this, and that hadn’t been the worse part, the worse part was only now starting as she was being escorted into the courtroom. 

The large space was pretty full with people Georgette didn’t really recognize, except for Tiffany sitting at one end of the courtroom and Ryan on the other side. That wretched cold bastard had actually dared to show his face in court and she was going to have to go through the horror of that night with him there?!

It was why he appeared after all then wasn’t it? To intimidate and part of Georgette knew it was working. A part of her wanted to scramble right on out. She was crazy, she couldn’t do this and there was no one here for her. She knew that the moment she took her seat and looked forward she would see no one who was here solely for her, no one she could grasp onto for some form of support or anchor against everything. 

All she would see was her rapist and the man who had orchestrated it all. And that was exactly what she saw, her own mother hadn’t even appeared. 

Georgette was sworn in as she took her seat, eyes falling over Howard. There he sat decked out in an elaborate suit, attention locked on the blonde looking at her as if she was some delectable meal free for the taking. His lips curved up in a satisfying grin and Georgette could feel bile threatening to climb up her throat. 

She suddenly felt far too aware of herself, small, vulnerable and so terribly exposed. There was no where to hide. It was just her and all her demons open for the world to pick and judge at. 

Cassandra stood up. “Ms. Midler, can you tell the court why you are here today?”

Georgette casted her gaze away from Howard locking it over Cassandra as she took a shaky breath in before answering. “I was raped.”

“Can you identify your rapist?” 

A small nod of the blonde’s hand and a finger pointing over Howard answered the question. “Let the record show that the witness has identified Mr. Howard Tryniski.” There was a small control in Cassandra’s hand as she pressed one of the buttons. A slide show was turned on, the first screen showing a picture of a woman with a mangled bruised face and a gashed, swollen lower lip. 

“Can you tell us who’s the woman in this picture?” 

Georgette looked at the screen and could feel the start of tears threatening to form behind her pupils. She dropped her gaze a moment looking at her trembling hands that were rested above her lap. When she looked back up again, she took another breath in. 

“That’s me. Those were pictures taken in the hospital the night of my rape.” From the corner of her eyes, she could see the shocked look that crossed the faces of some of the jurors. They must have seen Tiffany’s as well. They were both practically identical. 

Cassandra continued to go through the slide, pictures of Georgette shown in various angles and even the gash that was done to her on her right waist presented. “And these are all you? All done in that same night?” 

“Yes.” Cassandra flicked over to the next picture one of a Cleopatra costume in not the best of conditions. “Do you recognize this costume, Ms. Midler?”

“Yes. It’s the costume I was wearing the night of my rape.” Cassandra then proceeded in walking up to the judge handing her over a piece of paper, a document of sorts. “I want to bring to attention evidence 2A, a lab report written out by our crime scene forensics lab matching DNA of fluids found on that same costume to the defendant, Howard Tryniski.” 

The judge looked over the paper work, nodding to both the lawyer and the jurors as if giving credible verification of the evidence being shown. Cassandra now ended her portion of questions taking a seat. It was time for the other side to begin their line of questions. 

Howard’s lawyer stood up with all the ease in the world, taking a dramatic pause of silence to look over the witness. He held a certain air of arrogance around him arms ever so casually folding over his chest. 

“Ms. Midler on the night of your alleged rape, did you call the police?” 

“It wasn’t alleged.” She snarled sharply. “But, no.” 

“But they did appear, am I right? When you had made your visit to the hospital?” 

“Yes.” 

“Can you tell the court what you told them then?”

Georgette looked down now, her head spinning and fingers tightly ringing at each other. “I told them nothing. I said I had nothing to report.” 

“Can you be more specific?” 

Again, Georgette breathed in this time head tilting back up to look at the lawyer. “I told them I had gotten involved in an incident of no importance and that everything had been a misunderstanding.”

The lawyer took a pause now, slowly nodding his head as if in deep thought. “A misunderstanding... and yet, you’re crying rape now?” 

Georgette’s jaw ticked, muscles tightened. “Objection.” 

Cassandra spoke out, but it came of little use as the lawyer withdrew his own statement, continuing on. The man had a control of his own as well rolling around in his fingers, except when he clicked his a video was prompted on. There was Georgette in a club atmosphere dressed for a partying occasion. She was dancing sloppily, appearing drunk and highly uncoordinated.  By the end of the video she was caught making out with some random guy right in the middle of the open dance floor. 

She was drunk, Georgette knew she was and she couldn’t believe this video was being displayed in front of everyone. She stared at it with disbelief in her eyes, terror and a sudden wash of tremendous self-loathing. How could she have been so stupid? How had she dropped so low?

“Can you tell the court who this woman is?”

Did she have to? Couldn’t they all see it?! “It’s... me.” 

“And do you recall the date for when this video was taken?” 

Georgette looked down now and swallowed thickly. She could feel those tears starting to coat the rim of her eyes and soon enough they would fall much out of her control. She didn’t remember when that video was recorded.... there had been so many... all those nights... they all just blurred one into the other. She shook her head. 

“N-No.” 

“Allow me to help you in recalling your memories. This video was taken the night right after your rape. Rather celebratory are we? And, you don’t appear very bruised in this video if I am not mistaken?” 

Tears began to slowly slide down the skin of her cheeks. Through the blurred vision of her eyes, Georgette could see Howard grinning, and Ryan biting back what looked like a laugh. They were mocking her and she had to sit here and take it. It was too much it was all too much.

“I-I wear make up...” She took a shaky breath in. “It-it covered it up.” 

“Do you recognize that man in the video? Do you know him?” 

Georgette shamefully shook her head unable to look the lawyer in his eyes. “N-no. I don’t—I don’t know who... who he is.” 

“Why is that so?” 

Tears began to fall down in streams. This was cruel. It was cruel and unfair. How could anyone be this horrible? “I-I was I was drinking.... I was drunk...”  

The lawyer paced now, shaking his head slowly. “Ah, so we had the good sense to lie to the police. Then the very night after apply make-up, go out dancing, drink, and make-out with some complete stranger all right after an alleged rape?” 

“Objection.” Cassandra bellowed, but the lawyer continued on even so. “You lied to the police then and partied after. Who’s to say that you aren’t lying now?! That everything, all of it had been a hoax or a publicity stunt fabricated by you?!” 

“Objection!” Cassandra’s voice grew louder and this time the judge had intervened warning the lawyer to watch himself, but it didn’t matter. The damage had been done. She was successfully made to look like a lying whore and all Georgette could do was remain seated paralyzed of breath and even thought. 

Cassandra stood up. “Redirect your honor?” 

No, no, no, please no. What could Cassandra possibly want Georgette to say that could bring her back from all of this? She was so drained. Her brain couldn’t take any further beating, couldn’t she see that? 

But the judge nodded her head in acceptance, Cassandra now looking at her witness. 

“Ms. Midler, can you describe what happened to you that night?” 

The defense lawyer stood up now. “Objection, relevance?” 

“My witness’s credibility was called into question, she should have the right to explain her end of things.” 

The judge remained quiet a moment before nodding her head. “I’ll allow it. The witness may answer.” The defense lawyer sat back down with a rather put off look to his features while Georgette began to tightly grasp at the end of her skirt. She took a shaky breath in, eyes looking up towards the ceiling as she tried to wash off some of the tears that glued themselves to her cheek. 

“I was... I was at a party... Tiffany’s birthday party. It was a Halloween themed one that’s why the costume... I had walked out for some fresh air just wanted to take a small walk. It was while walking when someone appeared from behind grabbing a hold of me and-and placing a knife to my throat. I-I tried to struggle out of the hold but that—that was when he-he hit me and I-I fell.”

Georgette began to choke on her words as she kept on patting away tears. “He-he hit me again and the knife it went back against my throat. I was told that if I struggled again or-or screamed that he would kill me, so I-I didn’t and I just—I did what I was told. He forced me on my hands and knees then. He walked behind me, pulled down the skirt of my costume and then he-he raped me.”

There was a pause as Georgette tried to breath in her own words, her eyes closing shut. “Once he was done he-he took the knife and made a cut with it on my right waist. He-he said it was ‘a treat left to remember him by.’ Then he left...” 

The jurors all looked stunned. Tiffany must have spoken her story too. 

“Thank you.” Cassandra commented. “I have no further questions.” 

Georgette was soon allowed to be excused off and the moment she was out of that court room, she ran to the nearest bathroom. Once inside, she locked herself inside a bathroom stall, sunk to her knees and wept.