#ada grab bar

[monikabose]

Richmond Deck Example of a mid-sized backyard deck design with no cover

[spectrumspace]

prescribed meds: weehee hehee i fine :D prescribed double the dose: :D prescribed triple the dose: :D prescribed quadruple the dose: THE SIDE EFFECTS D:

[spacecampband]

Master Bath - Traditional Bathroom

Bathroom - large conventional master bathroom with brown cabinetry, an undermount sink, marble worktops, and ceramic tile floors and furniture-like cupboards.

[daemonbrain]

Part 1 | Part 2

cw: murder, simon's a perv, reader's husband is a piece of work, smut, can be read as a standalone. a/n: This was rushed lol

I didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident. I wasn’t thinking straight.

Simon Riley could remember the first time he had heard those excuses. In a rundown burrow of Manchester, fiddling with the telly until a show he was much too young to watch blinked on to the cracked screen.

He’d sit there with beady eyes, attention locked on to the program while his mum did fuck knows what. It was distinctly American with muscle cars, high speed chases, guns, and most morbidly fascinating to an already tainted young mind, death.

Censorship and all, the show never did the gory details of killing someone justice. They never elaborated on the high of having a man stare down the barrel of your gun. It was never described how good it felt to have someone piss themselves in fear of you. The power a person can have when they know they could beat the life out of somebody.

They made excuses for those feelings.

It was always a righteous fuckin’ accident. Good guys versus bad guys, black and white.

A slight breeze whistled through the dim alleyway. Both idle chatter and music from inside the bar behind him wove together in a pacifying hum. It rang in the Brit’s ear as his chest heaved with the satisfaction of a job well done. 

The blood had splattered over his pale skin, still warm droplets sliding past his wrists down his forearms. His knuckles split and bloomed into a haze of purple and red from the force of his hits. None of it was some mishap, it wasn’t a lapse in judgement.

On the contrary, Simon hadn’t felt more alert in months. Not since being in the field.

He glanced at the body crumpled at his feet with both disdain and the closest thing to giddy he was able to feel. This pathetic fuckin’ tosser looked just as miserable as he had any other day. Broken and disfigured with his bodily fluids still bubbling up through the splits in his skin and bone. 

Your idiot husband who dragged you into the depths of his abhorrent ways, brain-dead and awful like a stain that needed to be removed.

He crouched down and loomed over the guy as he would terrorists and people who threatened the very world's security: Menacing and threatening. The difference in offenses mattered little to him. Sure the latter bombed, maimed, and endangered whole countries of people for their own warped means to an end.

But this guy? He wanted to ruin the only decent thing Simon had encountered in a long time. Uniquely different in a vast sea of bad, you steadfastly remained joyous despite having to put up with someone like this.

Your husband's pulse still throbbed, weak as it was. Simon leaned in close and followed the way his breaths puffed out feebly. It was quiet and perhaps if he wasn’t trained to spot the difference between a dead man and one teetering on the edge of their demise, he might’ve missed it. 

Unfortunately for your husband that wasn’t the case.

“Please…” He rasped, a ghost of the words really.

Big hands grabbed the collar of his soiled white shirt. It had been crisp and showy for the woman he had been drinking with. The same woman whose thighs he was reaching for, the curve of her waist he’d held. The same woman Simon surmised he had been leaving you lonely for, his dinner and your kind heart growing colder while he got his little prick wet when he was supposed to be working.

He was cheating on you.

It was the flashes of your little yoga sets which came to Simon’s mind when he first connected the dots of what was happening. You who came into that butchers shop every Friday after your session for a cut of meat to make this poor excuse of a man a meal. All smiles and good like a slice of heaven that felt wrong for someone such as him to witness.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.” Was all Simon replied before he moved his grip to the fool's throat. 

His fingers squeezed around the adams apple, effectively cutting off any air being wasted on the near-dead man.

He snarled up close and personal, though your husband was rendered relatively incapable of seeing much. Simon had gotten good hits on his eyes, one of them bloodshot and unfocused, the other already blackened, puffy, and too far gone.

“She’s not gonna remember a bloody thing about ya’.” Simon spat, more to himself than anyone, before the ex-soldier piled his crushing weight on the windpipe.

It was only a moment before the frail thrashing ceased.

The rainy weather had finally begun to wane and the pollen which once scattered the air, tinted windshields, and led to bright flowers had finally receded. The sun rested high in the sky for longer and its rays beat down harsher than it had in the past few months.

Spring and all the hardships it brought had come to pass and summer was now upon the city.

Simon’s hand rested on the cool metal of the door handle. The flimsy barrier between yourself and him. Hell, he could kick it in with minimal effort if need be. To get to you, he’d rip it off the squeaky old hinges which held it to the frame. Luckily for your entrance, that wasn’t necessary. 

Not anymore at least.

Poor, sad you had taken to him like a moth to flame. In your grief it wasn’t drinking or drugs or any other vices you had used as a balm to soothe your weary soul, but Simon.

The jingle of the keys sounded out before he nudged them in. He twisted and unlocked the door before he opened it.

You had stopped coming to the butchers shop, no one to make meals for anymore, no reason to waste time in that place. It had certainly impeded his ability to accidentally run into you, but he supposed that was bound to happen. You needed time to mourn that prick you married. You were too sweet, too free with who you gave your affections to and this was the downside to that.

The concern had started as a result of Simon’s frequent… observations. No matter how long he would watch your apartment, you wouldn’t step a foot outside. Gone were your freshly manicured hands, well-maintained hair, and skin-tight yoga sets. Instead, you opted to wallow and waste away in your own anguish. 

He pushed through the threshold and closed the door behind him, a soft thud accompanied the motion. He peered around for only a moment. It was still in the common areas of your home. Too quiet for his liking. 

Without invitation, he started down the hall towards your room. His heavy boots thudded against wooden floors, bits of dirt coming off them as he went.

You had been all too accommodating when he had finally had enough and came to the source to see what was really happening. Had even invited him in for a cup of tea. To see you in the flesh had been enough to quell the invasive anxieties which had begun to settle in his chest. You certainly didn’t look the same, but strangely enough, you seemed more at ease with yourself than he had ever witnessed. 

If he didn’t know any better, he might’ve thought you seemed more confused than upset.

As he neared your door, his skin prickled as his ears picked up on the faint weeping behind the polished lumber.

You had easily come into the habit of letting the Brit into your personal space whenever he stopped by. Maybe you became too comfortable with a man you had known less than a year, but to his benefit, it was easy to get you to fork over a spare set of keys.

Privacy be damned (and Simon’s emotional range of a turnip aside), he couldn’t stop the surge conviction he had to be near you.

It was only a second before he barged into your room, met with a sight he definitely hadn’t expected.

“Simon… what the hell!” You squealed as you scrambled for your covers. You threw them over your heaving body as if that would erase what he had gotten an eyeful of.

Maybe the universe was kind to him. Perhaps it had finally thrown him a damn bone after years of trying to kill him. It could’ve only been divine intervention which guided him to you at this very moment, to have you so distracted you hadn’t heard him come through the front door.

“Well don’t just stand there-” You started in shock, body gathering itself from its horizontal position upwards.

That was the wrong thing to say to a man who just saw your bare tits pushed up in frustration, cunt glistening with a scant amount of slick as you carelessly shoved your fingers into the hole. Baby hairs stuck to your sweat beaded forehead, tears gathered at your lash line as yet another manifestation of your stress laden body.

He ambled towards you and in that moment there was nothing short of a tank that could stop him.

“Wait. Hey. What are you doing?!” You sniffled, a weak caution as your hands dipped into the sheets of your mattress.

To his relief, you didn’t shrink as his shadow enveloped your quaking form. Your breath stuttered and Simon could only stare in something similar to awe. There was a beautiful defiance he didn’t often see from you as you refused to cower before him.

“What’s going on?” You asked, wide eyed and somewhat gentle tongued.

Even now you couldn’t bring yourself to yell at him, to say something in fiery rage that he’d interrupted your private time.

“I can help.” Was all he mumbled before he descended to his knees in a slowed manner. “Jus’ give me… give me the bloody word and I can.”

As if showing he meant no harm, he braced himself beside the bed. He hoped the act placated you with the knowledge that you could kick him straight in his crooked, already broken one too many times nose if you really wanted to.

“Are you crazy?” You whispered in response.

You hadn’t slapped him in denial yet, as good of sign as any.

He saw the way your legs twitched under the thin sheets. You bit your lip in what he only hoped was contemplation. Another moment passed in silence as his eyes met yours in earnest yearning and absolute want.

The want to brush the tears from your eyes, or to create new ones as he speared you on his cock and bludgeoned into you like a fucking battering ram.

He had waited patiently for months. Had fucked his fist harsh and unforgiveing to the thought of pounding into you until both of you knew nothing but the other’s body. His fantasies of your pleasure addled-mind being anchored by nothing except him stretching you out beyond comprehension. Your cunt would clench over him as the head of him nudged into you with dull pressure that bordered on too much, insistently reminding you of his encroachment inside of you.

“I… I can’t do it myself. It’s like no matter what I try I just can’t.” You choked out embarrassed and sudden.

His blood began to pump hotter the moment you began to inch from beneath the sheets and it was moments before was upon you.

Simon’s usual precision was far from present as the two of you wrestled in a tangle of limbs and positions, but eventually the both of you settled. He knelt before you, your ankles resting on his shoulders, and his hands holding your hips in place (though, it was more an anchor for himself).

He sucked in a sharp breath before his mouth latched onto you. Simon was never one to mince words, nor his actions. When he wanted something, when he wanted someone to feel something, they did.

Your nails dug into the sheets as you threw your head back. He could see the frustration ebb away with each flick of his tongue. He prodded some and then some more, circled and suckled at your clit.

A cut whimper was what caught his attention. Through pale lashes, he peered up at you. The scratch of the sheets, heavy breathing, yet not a peep. He could see the way your lip wobbled, only encouraging him to close his eyes and go in with another lick, harder this time.

Your teeth held on to your bottom lip as if your life depended on it, little moans starting to surface regardless of your intentions.

“Let go.” Was all he murmured before going back in. “Nothin’ t’feel bad about.” 

Small groans left him, leaving vibrations in the most pleasurable of ways. Nothing mattered more to Simon than drowning himself in you, your slick coated his mouth, his nose nudged between your folds, knocking into your more sensitive parts like a bull in a china shop.

“Fuck, please!” You begged as your hand blindly reached for any piece of him, taking purchase on his buzzed hair as you curled forward awkwardly.

His hands dug into your hips as his tongue poked in and out of your cunt. It squeezed the muscle everytime it invasively half-entered, either your body’s way of coaxing him deeper, or an attempt to push away the unfamiliar, he did not know.

When was the last time someone went down on such a pretty thing? The last time you were worshipped like this? Fucks sake, when was the last time you came? Not a little bump of pleasure, or a fast reaction, but properly came?

Your body began to tremble and that’s when Simon decided to hook a finger inside of you. He thrusted it slowly as you whined and shifted. One finger in and out until eventually he joined it with another, much to your cunnys resistance.

“Ah! Just… ugh,” You groaned, continuing to push into his scalp. “Fuck I need more… Simon please.”

More was chanted through his mind like a fucking mantra. His cock twitched again, as hard as a metal rod by this point. He wanted nothing more than to give you what you wanted. Simon Riley was a weak man when it came to a pretty bird.

He wasn’t one to withstand the pleading look on your face, he realized. He knew for sure as his hands went to undo the belt of his pants. He knew when he practically ripped his shirt off.

Your soft hands touched the planes of his chest, the hardened muscles of his abdomen wrapped beneath a layer of fat, and whatever else you could reach as he mounted you. It was gentle as you gazed upon him in a dazed manner. He tried his best to keep his weight off of you, not keen on crushing you beneath him.

It was sudden the way you took his face between your palms, lips parted slightly as you pressed them to his. Still covered in your slick, it took Simon a moment to respond, allowing you to tilt into the kiss a bit more before he firmly kissed you back.

He pulled away reluctantly, and fixed you with the hardest of looks, only to be met with rounded and ready eyes.

“Fuck me.”

Wordlessly, he guided himself to your entrance. He rubbed himself up and then down your slit, head catching on to your hole once while he wondered just how far he’d be able to stretch you before you broke.

You gasped when he pushed in, hands clutched onto his bicep as he fed you his cock slow and restrained. He’d sink until the tip was fully enveloped by your warmth, and then begin to pull back his hips ever so slightly before thrusting in a bit more. 

“Doin’ good, yeah. Pretty thing like you can take it f’me, right?” He bumbled on, almost in as much shock as you were from his ministrations.

Your walls constricted tight against the intrusion, but to Simon it felt as if he were the one being invaded. You flooded him with slick and pressure and the safety of being almost fully sheathed in something so sweet. Better than a hug could ever be, to be surrounded by your very essence.

You nodded along and babbled your yes’s and please’s just as he had imagined you would. It took a few more moments before he had forced himself to the base.

He almost felt bad when he saw the ways which you winced with every thrust forward. But everytime he considered slowing his pace, the notion was shut down as you stroked his face so tenderly. 

“I need this.” You whispered through tears.

You touched his sweat beaded hairline, his dark under eyes so dearly. As if he were something made of glass. As if he wasn’t a killer and you weren’t the brightest light he had ever been guided to.

He didn’t deserve this.

But you did. You deserved to be fucked hard and deep and taken care of. Put over everything else like you so clearly deserved.

“You do. And ‘m gonna give it to ya.” He replied, curt and confident in his choice. 

He began to fuck you in earnest, grunts escaping him as he did. He was quick to go from slow and shallow to a pace more vigorous. Your creaky wooden bed frame shook and squealed as his pace began to pick up, your head jostling and grazing the lumber everytime he pushed forward.

Your feet wrapped around his waist and dug into the divots of his back as if spurring him even farther into you, as if trying to trap him inside you forever. Not that he needed any encouragement to do so.

“Closer please. I…ah! I… I want..” You tried to say between each push in as his cock plunged into the deepest crevices it could find, kissing your womb and stealing the breath from your lungs.

Simon could tell what you wanted as you attempted to pull him closer with desperate effort.

“I’m already- bloody hell,” he grunted. “‘M fuckin’ inside o’ you. How much closer can I get?”

Nonetheless, he obliged and tipped his head forwards as your arms looped around his thick neck, clutching onto him like a lifeline.

“Closer.” was what you managed to say. You reached for his arm and put it to your waist and good god Simon felt and chip in that impenetrable armor of his. He held you firm to him and rutted into you like it was the last time he’d ever feel a cunt wrap so snug around him.

It was soft even as he bombarded it with all he had. Comforting, like a pillar of pliable to his unshakeable and unchangeable nature.

Simon felt his peak build and he watched as your face warped into something that could only be compared to a kettle that was about to whistle from the built up pressure within.

“Fuckin’ cum. Cum with me, cum on my cock.” He said with urgency.

His balls slapped against you and he felt them distinctively tighten up.

He felt you clamp down on to him like a fuckin’ vice as you nodded up and down like a mad woman against his skin. He could feel the gentle prick of your teeth as you simply held yourself against him.

Simon could have sworn his vision turned white as you wrung him out for all he was worth. He felt his cum flood your insides until they turned soaked and sticky and warm. He couldn’t stop the instinct which rose in him to fuck his cum deeper to have it seep into places your limp dicked late-husband could never. Your body yielding and pliant as he pierced into you, riding the remnants of his high within you.

You felt weightless as Simon slowed within you. You really had no clue what was happening, the heavy feeling of being stuffed past your limits was the only prominent thing on your mind.

No one had ever fucked you like that. Not boyfriends or hookups of the past, and certainly not your late-husband.

But you supposed that was the difference between Simon and those other men.

He took care of you.

He always had. Since the beginning he had. Sharing meals with you when you had no one, talking to you when you had been left alone. You might’ve felt bad for taking another man to the very bed you laid next to your deceased spouse once upon a time. 

But was it really so bad to desire someone who put you first?

All those years of sitting quiet, of being isolated, of being the perfect wife and getting little in return. It wasn’t grief which came over you when you were told of your husband’s grizzly murder, it was guilt that you felt more lost than anything. Lost that you were no longer bound to the life that man gave to you, lost as to where to go next.

And there was Simon who showed you the way in his own strange, round-about method.

…

Simon who you suspected would do anything for you.

[theanimeoftheblackbunnymask]

Transitions (Yandere Dazai x Reader)

Author's Note: This is based on the idea I had on how it would feel to be going from PM!Dazai's behavior towards his darling to ADA!Dazai's behavior. I also think people forget that Dazai was a teenager while he was in the Port Mafia, so reader is also around his age.

Warnings: Implied Non-Con, Mental Abuse, Physical Abuse, Torture, Emotional Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Delusions, Child Abuse, Assault, Implied Murder, PTSD, Panic Attacks Mentioned, Mental Breakdowns, Suicide Dicussed, Teasing, Mocking, and Sadism.

Links: {Masterlist} {Idea Concept}

Is it possible for a man like Dazai to change?

That was the only thing on your mind. You had been stuck with the man for years, you can remember the day of your abduction perfectly.

It was quick.

You were walking home from work. After your mother lost her job it became quite hard for her to pay the bills, so you picked up a job at the local grocery store. Balancing both High School and Work was no easy task. Your normal schedule was going to school until 3, tutoring until 4, and from 4 to 11 it was straight work. You'd often have to pull all nighters just to do assignments.

The day of your abduction was the day all those all nighters caught up with you. You walked with a drag, your vision blurred as you tried to stay awake, and every few seconds you'd let out a yawn. Normally you'd take the bus home or one of your co-workers would give you a ride, but recently you guys had grown short on staff, making you the only worker that night, and since it was a holiday the bus was running on a different schedule. Knowing what you knew about Dazai, he planned this all perfectly.

As you were walking you bumped into him, and maybe it was your exhaustion, but the moment you bumped into his chest you fell into his arms, your body going limp as he held you tightly.

That was the day you lost all freedom.

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"Wake up Princess/Princie~"

Opening your eyes, staring down at you was a suspiciously happy Dazai. You only stared at him as he sat next to you on the bed. When he initially kidnapped you, you were kept in a cell in the Port Mafia base.

You still remember how cold it was in there. The blood. The noise. Everything that took place in that cell still haunts you to this day. The very reminder of it sends a chill down your spine.

Now, the room you were kept in was actually a room. A queen sized bed in the middle, a vanity in the corner, a closet next to it, and on the other side of the room was a door that led to the bathroom. The room was decorated to your liking, but the only downside was the massive window that was barred up, forever reminding you of a freedom so close yet so far from your grasp.

"What's the matter? You still mad at me?" Dazai asked in his infamous baby voice, putting his hands on your cheeks in order for you to meet his gaze.

You only turned you head away, keeping your mouth shut.

Letting out a sigh, Dazai spoke. "Hey, don't be like that, Y/N."

You still didn't budge.

"You know that bastard deserved it."

"Did he, Dazai? Did he?" You snapped, now sitting up.

"Traitors don't live, Y/N," Dazai said nonchalantly as he got off the bed. "You should know that better then anyone."

You do.

"Why are you up so early?" You asked.

"The boss has a mission for Chuuya and I. I should be back around midnight, so you can do whatever you want in here until then!"

"Dazai."

"Hm?"

"Can I...," You paused, clenching your fist. "Ask you something?"

"Of course my dear! Ask away."

"When...when will you let me out?"

You felt energy in the room switch as Dazai's face dropped.

"Oh...My sweet, little Y/N," Dazaj cooed as he made his way towards you, gently grabbing your face. "You're a smart girl/boy. I know you know the awnser to that. Or will I have to remind you?"

His question immediately struck you with fear as you look up to him in a panic. Your hands shook as you tried to get him hands off your face, but his nails only dug further.

"Will I?"

The bloodlust in his tone. The emptiness in his eyes. It's all too familiar.

"No...no! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I'm sorry for asking, just please..." You pleaded as you gripped your hair, you eyes fixated on your lap as memories flooded your mind. "Not again.'

You could sense the smirk on his face as he kissed your forehead. "Smart choice. "

As you watched him leave through the exit of your prison, you could feel a tear roll down your face as the door slammed shut.

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Chuuya was the only person in the entire Port Mafia who you felt cared at least a little bit about your situation. Besides you and Mori, he knew just how cruel Dazai could be, and whenever he spotted whatever bandages were on your body, for the quickest second you could see sympathy in his eyes. You remember one time he found you crying in your cell after one of Dazai's punishments. Your body was in so much pain that you could barely move, and your mind was scattered that you couldn't even think straight. You were naked and cold, but your skin burned in pain.

Tilting his head down, using his hat to hide his gaze, Chuuya quietly opened the cell, laid his coat over you, and walked out just as quickly and quietly as he had entered.

However, you kept your fondness of Chuuya a secret from Dazai. You knew Dazai would never kill Chuuya even if he found out about his acts of kindness. Jealous? Most likely. Angry? Definitely not. Dazai saw and knew everything you did, every thought you had, you knew that he most likely knew. He was always watching you, or at least he made you believe so.

And that was why you haven't escaped yet.

The thing is, escaping Dazai is easy, stupidly easy, but staying free was damn near impossible. He could find you in a matter of seconds, or you would run back before he realized you were gone. You see, there was 1 time you escaped Dazai, and it was a moment that you would never forget. He made sure of that.

It was a week after your abduction. You were able to notice that everytime Dazai left for a mission, he'd never lock your door. So, when he told you that he'd be gone for a couple of days in order to complete a mission, you took that as your chance.

You were able to make it to the city were you wandered around for a bit. Eventually your exhaustion caught up to you, so you seemed refuge in a random motel after pretty guilt tripping the owner into letting you spend the night.

You feel bad that owner.

In the middle of the night, the motel caught, and by the time you woke up, Dazai was staring down at you, his empty eyes staring into yours.

Up until this point Dazai hadn't done anything to you. The most he would do was come into your cell and cuddle you for hours on end while telling you about his day. He seemed so soft despite the vibe he gave off. Sometimes he'd drag you to meeting with him where he'd nuzzle into your neck. But, this mistake flipped a switch a switch in him.

You lost your innocence that night.

Bruises, cuts, and bites littered your body, and all you did afterwards was hug your knees and stare blankly into space. Nothing could break you out of of that state, anything to make you forget what happened, anything to forget the pain.

He didn't stop there though. Night after night he'd escalate things further and further. At one point he broke both of your legs, dislocated your shoulders, and broke your fingers. He made sure one of your fingers healed incorrectly just for it to be a permanent reminder. And didn't stop at physical stuff either.

For nights on end he'd force you stay awake, and he'd play mind games with you too. He'd force you to complete nearly impossible task in your exhausted state, and then mock you to tears when you couldn't do them.

He did this for days just to teach you a lesson. When the lesson was over you were broken in, just like that. In the span of two weeks you became his lap dog, and he was disappointed at how easily you broke. I mean, why wouldn’t it be easy? You were only 16.

Any escape attempt after this would result in a panic attack. You would run back to your room where Dazai would be waiting, and while you had tears rolling down your cheeks, you'd run into his arms in order to seek even a little bit of comfort.

After a week of isolation, it was like another switch happened in Dazai. One day he came down to your cell and just broke down. You had never seen the man cry before. He then hugged you while spitting out a bunch of apologies.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just..." Dazai started before his voice lowered into a whisper, his gaze fixated on the floor. "I never wanted to hurt you...never. I was just so... I'm sorry. I'll take care of everything, ok?"

Sometimes you forget he's just like you, a kid. A sadistic, scarily intelligent kid, but a kid none the less. You soon learned why he kidnapped you, what his motive was.

He wanted to feel something. Anything. The boy was hallow, a cunning killing machine. His entire personality was an act. If you were to cut him open, you'd find nothing. And somehow, he gravitated towards you.

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"Do you enjoy living?"

Dazai laid his head in your lap, his arms wrapped your waist as you ran your fingers through his hair. In the past couple months things have cooled down. You've lost any hope of escaping or for him to become any less cruel, so now you just follow his commands. Life has been easier this way, not enjoyable, but easier.

"Hm?" You responded, meeting his gaze.

"Your life. Everyday was the same thing. School, tutoring, work. Did you enjoy any of it?"

"Well, no, but it was worth it. Whenever I'd come home my mom would always be waiting for me at the dining table. Even as she got worse, she still was always there no matter how late I got home. And when I showed her my first paycheck," You face soften in remembrance. "The smile on her face made it all worth it."

Dazai was silent for a few moments for snuggling against your stomach.

"Humans confuse me."

You knew better than to ask him to elaborate. It's not because he'd be mad or anything, but you knew his awnser would leave you sleepless.

A life with Dazai was a life with uncertainty, unpredictability. Some days he'd be this soft little thing, clinging onto you like a baby and craving all your attention, whining when he didn't get it. But on other days, he'd force you to witness the execution of Mafia members, drag you on life threatening missions, use you as a pawn on missions, and force you witness his cruelty first hand.

Sometimes it's hard to believe he loves you. Sometimes you think you're just a pawn in his game.

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Akutagawa hated your guts.

You got Dazai's praise, attention, and approval, and you did nothing to earn it. Anytime you looked at him, you see the hatred in his eyes.

A year after your abduction, Dazai started bringing you to his little trainings with Akutagawa, and you had one rule: Don't get close.

Seeing his treatment of the boy made you believe that you hadn't experienced the worse of his torment.

One day you couldn't watch it anymore. Dazai had kicked the boy so hard that he was coughing up blood.

"Get up," Dazai commanded coldly, slowly making his way towards the boy.

He was so weak that he could barely support his weight. They had been going at this for hours now.

"A weak dog is dead dog," Dazai said, pulling his gun out from his coat. "And dogs like you, don't deserve to be in the Port Mafia."

You watched as Akutagawa slammed his eyes shut as he gritted his teeth, preparing himself for death.

"STOP!"

You had hugged Dazai from behind, hugging him tightly as you looked up at him with teary eyes. His eyes remained cold as he looked down at you.

"Please...stop. Give the boy a break."

Dazai still looked down at you silently.

"For me, please."

You felt relief wash over you body as you heard Dazai let out a sigh.

"Fine," Dazai said with an annoyed yet defeated look on his face, turning around as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, throwing the gun in the process. "Don't think I'll be easy on you next time, Akutagawa."

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The day Dazai left the Port Mafia is a day that you can never forget.

When he came to your room, he looked tired. Both physically and mentally. He didn't say a word as he sat down next to you on the bed.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke.

"Odasaku is died."

You felt your soul leave your body as those words left his mouth. You had met Oda a few times whenever Dazai would drag you to the bar with him, and he always treated you with kindness. He'd often scold Dazai for his treatment of you, but Dazai always ignored him.

You liked Oda, him and Chuuya made your life a little bit more enjoyable with their kindness.

You stayed silent at Dazai's words. Dazai didn't look like he was here, completely spaced out from the world. You had never seen Dazai like this, and it honestly scared you.

Scooting over next to him, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Dazai?"

You didn't know if it was grief or what, but you never saw Dazai like this. You didn't know what to do. If you didn't do anything he could punish you once he became stable, or if you did the wrong thing he'd also punish you later. You were lost, you were confused, and you were scared.

"I'm leaving the Port Mafia."

"...What?"

"I'm leaving the Port Mafia," Dazai said before turning to look at you. The emptiness in his eyes sent a chill down your spine. "And you're coming with me."

What happened after that was a blur. All you remember was walking out of the Port Mafia building with a small backpack on, with Dazai holding you hand.

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The two of you had found an apartment and had been living there for awhile.

After Dazai left the Port Mafia he completely rebranded himself. He seemed so much livelier, so much happier, so much more energetic. You honestly like this new Dazai. You didn't know if if was an act or not, but at least he was treating you better.

One day he came home with a genuine smile on his face.

"Dazai?" You called out as you sat down in front of the TV, watching a show you started but never got finish due to your kidnapping.

"I got a job!" Dazai responded excitingly, sitting down next to on the couch.

"Really? Where?"

"At this detective agency for the gifted."

You were honestly caught off guard. Dazai, a detective? Never in all your days would you think Dazai of all people would help stop crime.

You did your best to hide your confusion though, mostly because you've never seen Dazai so happy. This happiness didn't seem fake, it looked genuine.

"That's nice," You replied, doing your best to put on a smile before going back to your show.

"Guess what I'm thinking, Y/N."

This wasn't going to be good. You just knew it.

"Um, what are you thinking, Dazai?"

"You're getting a job," Dazai said, a smirk on his face as he spoke.

You dropped the bowl of cereal you were eating in complete shock.

"What...?"

"Yeah, I think you should go out more, see new things, make friends, you know, normalcy and things like that."

He was messing with you. This had to be a test. He was testing your loyalty. He wanted to if you'd awnser correctly. The Dazai you know would never tell you this and mean it. Sure he was being a lot nicer now, but this is just like how he first kidnapped you. The calm before the storm.

"Um, no, I'm good," You responded, turning away from Dazai. "I don't wanna, I'm ok."

"...Don't lie to me, Y/N," Dazai said coldly, sending a chill down your spine.

What? You awnsered correctly though.

"W-What?" You asked, turning around to face Dazai.

"I know you want to go out. I know you want to see people again, make friends," Dazai responded as he got closer to you. You didn't dare to back away, but what he said next dazed you. "See your mother again."

You hadn't seen your mother in almost two years.

"You're lying."

"Nope, got her address and everything right here," Dazai said before pulling out a piece of paper.

You immediately leap towards the paper, but Dazai raised it above his head, just out of your reach.

"Nah uh uh, you get this paper if you promise me that you'll go out."

"I promise, I promise, just give me it!"

"Aye, don't be rude," Dazai said, flicking your forehead before handing you the paper.

This had to be a dream. This was way too good to be a dream.

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You still can't go out.

The paper with all your mother's information on it haunts you as you sit on the couch, staring at the door as you hug your knees.

You don't know what it is. Dazai's at work most of the time during the day, leaving you alone most of the time. The doors are unlocked, hell, he even gave you a key, but you just can't leave. Everytime you get close to the door you feel your lungs collapse. Your throat closes, you mind gets scattered, you can't think straight.

One time you stuck your foot out and immediately flung into a panic attack. Your breath was short, mind racing. You remember slamming the door shut and crying on the floor until Dazai came home. Anytime you got close to the door, images of your past escapes would flash in your head. Each and every one of them ended with you facing Dazai's torment.

Yeah he left the Port Mafia, but Dazai is still Dazai. This is all one big test to see how much you've learned, the paper was just something to allure you into escaping. You weren't failing this time.

"Still on the couch?" Dazai asked, almost sounding disappointed and worried all at the same time as he sat next to you. "Remember our deal?"

"Take it," You said, your voice and eyes empty as you gave his the crumbled up piece of paper.

Dazai just stared at you as he took the paper. You couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"I passed your test," You continued before lying down on the couch.

Dazai didn't say anything after that. He just stood up and walked away, not even sparing you a glance.

Sitting in your shared bedroom, Dazai stared up at the ceiling as he spoke to himself.

"They’re not leaving willingly anytime soon. I conditioned them too well."

Dazai didn't even notice, but tears were starting to form in his eyes as he spoke.

"They're leaving. They're getting a life."

The next morning you didn't wake up on the couch like you thought, but instead you were sitting on a bench in the center of the city, the paper you gave Dazai in your hand.

"Huh? What? Where... How?" You couldn't even form a coherent sentence as you looked up at the city around you. It was all so overwhelming.

As you walked down the street you kept your head low, trying to balance your nerves as you stared at the address written on the paper. You've waited two whole years for this very moment, a moment you thought you would only be a dream has finally came true.

The apartment your mother had now lived in was far more rundown and ghetto than the last one the two of you shared. The neighborhood was dangerous and the complex was filthy.

As you stood infront of your mother's door, you didn't know what you were going to say to her. Where you going to tell her what happened or just leave her in the dark? You honest weren't sure. Before you could decide what you were going to say, your knuckles were already meeting against wood of the door.

"Hello, can I..."

Standing infront of you was your mother. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept in days. But, the moment your mother locked eyes with you, the two of you were left speechless.

The two of you didn't say a single word as you fell into your mother's arms. You didn't even realize tears were rolling down your face as you hid your head in your shoulder.

"Mama..."

That was all you could say. Your voice was cracking as you hugged your mother tighter, as if she was going to disappear if you didn't.

"Shhh, it's alright," Your mother said gently as she rubbed your back. Even when flooded with overwhelming emotions, your mother was always able to remain composed and calm you down. "What happened baby?"

"I'm sorry mama, I'm sorry I didn’t... I didn't want to leave."

"I know baby, I know."

"I didn't want to leave you mama. I never did. I didn't wanna go, but I couldn't come back."

"Shhhh, calm down, I know, it's ok. Come inside and I'll fix you something, ok?"

Rubbing your eyes, you weakly gave her your response. "Ok."

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You never told your mother about Dazai or what truly happened. Anytime you'd get close to telling her, an image of Dazai's face would flash into your head and all those memories would come right back to you.

Your mother had made you your favorite, and at the moment it felt like the world didn't matter. It felt like you were back before everything happened, the time before all the pain, all the trauma, it felt, peaceful. And you couldn't remember the last time you felt true peace.

"What are going to do now?" Your mother asked, sitting down in front of you as you ate.

"I don't know. I need to get a job, but I don't know where to start."

"One of my friends daughters works in one of the stores at the mall, maybe I can get you in contact with them. That'd be nice, right?"

"Maybe."

"Where you living now?"

That question made your blood run cold. She couldn't find out about Dazai. Rebrand or not, Dazai was still Dazai, and you wouldn't let yourself be fooled into thinking otherwise. This wasn't the first time he's pulled something like this, but this time it was going on for a bit too long.

"An apartment downtown. The landlord is letting me live there rent free until I can get back on my feet."

"That's nice."

"Yes," You said before drinking you tea. "It's...nice."

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"Ah! You're back," Dazai said as he stood up from the couch, making his way to you.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I don't what happened but I woke up outside and-"

"Shhhh, I know everything. Was it nice?"

"...No."

"Be honest, Y/N."

"...It was... It was the nicest thing I've gotten in the past two years."

"That's what I thought," Dazai responded before caressing your cheek. "I want you getting out the house more. I won't punish you, I won't hurt you ever again, you have my word Y/N."

You stayed silent. Don't trust him.

"Y/N."

Don't trust him.

"I'm sorry."

Looking up at Dazai, your eyes widened as you saw tears build up in his eyes. Before you knew it, he was holding you tight, hiding his in your shoulder as he spoke.

"You didn't deserve it, you didn't deserve any of it. I love you with all of my heart, I don't know what I'd do without you. I won’t hurt you again, I won't let myself go that far. You are the sweetest person in the world and I corrupted you with my pain. I love you; I'm sorry that I hurt you, and I'll forever be sorry for that, even after I take my final breath."

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It's been a few years since then, and a lot of things have changed. You've gotten a job at the mall and you've became best friends with your co-worker Jojo. The two of you always hang out after work and she's gotten you to go out more. You've made a few new friends but you still get anxious talking to people.

You've met Dazai's co-workers and they all adore you, this kid Atsushi especially. He seems to be Dazai's apprentice and he's always the first one to talk to you whenever you come by the agency.

Ranpo is kinda bratty but he's a really smart guy. You were pretty suprised you found out his age, but you like talking to him about mysteries and his latest jobs. He never fails to suprise you, but he always makes you feel stupid with his arrogance. He's the only one in the ADA that knows about your true history with Dazai, and it was simply by observing your guys' interactions. To the outside the two of you see normal, but Ranpo is able to notice the smallest details that made him figure out the dark history of you and Dazai.

You're pretty sure Kunikida has a crush on you. Any time the two of you talk he's always beet red and gets annoyed whenever Dazai comes along.

You enjoy talking with Kyoka, you're pretty sure she sees you as a big sister. She's always trying to impress you and likes to follow you around. One time you bought a kimono with one of your paychecks and she hugged you so tight that she didn't let go for an hour. For a stone faced child she's truly a sweetheart.

Akiko and you hang out all the time. The two of you often go shopping together and she was the one who explained how abilities worked to you. The two of you were at a bar when she explained it and you quite shocked to say the least. Dazai never explained it to you, it was more like something that was constantly brought up and you had to figure out how it worked on your own.

Now you and Dazai. To say in simple terms, your relationship is complicated. He doesn't hurt you physically, but he still plays mind games with you, but it's just not as obvious. The relationship feels more normal, but his obsessive tendencies still shine through despite his lack of violence. Anytime you go out he always implies that he'll know everything you do. At work, hang out, clubs, everything, he's always watching. So, despite your new found freedom, you're very anxious, and still don't interact with men that Dazai doesn't know. He even met your mother and she adores him. You still do your best to prevent her from finding out the truth about Dazai.

But, if you ignore all of his flaws, Dazai might as well be the perfect boyfriend. He always buys you gifts, takes you on dates, and actually does couple stuff with you. If you ignore the past and that feeling of anxiousness whenever you're with or without Dazai, you would say that you wouldn't ask for anything better.

Right?

[wandasaura]

WHERES THE BAR

summary — you’re taking the bar exam tomorrow, but you’re not sure which bar is set higher, the law exam, or alex’s unwavering love

warning(s) — established relationship, soft alex cabot, domestic fluff, law school, studying, pet names, love drunk idiots, sensual undressing?, open mouth kissing, fingering, slight teasing, pet names, alex just wants to celebrate you before the big day, slight elements of a potential dom/sub dynamic if you squint, casey novak mention because i miss her, domestic bliss, fluff fluff fluff, men/minors dni

authors note — álex cabot returns in what was meant to be a sweet fluffy drabble. enjoy :)

Your office light is dim, but the wading glow splashes enough brightness onto your documents for you to read them over thoroughly. You’ve been here for hours, there’s a stack behind you that you’ve already read, answered every question Alex painstakingly scratched onto flash cards, and then went through the questions your professor suggested familiarizing yourself with. You had every hour planned out to the exact second leading up to tomorrow afternoon at precisely 13:10.. This has been the last five years of your life. This is what you’d turned down date nights for, what you’d isolated yourself to prioritize when it felt impossible to be a Detective by day and a law student by night with any kind of social life or emotional depth. Those sacrifices had to be worth something, or years of your life with Alex had been wasted for nothing.

Alex. Her face appears in your mind, though maybe the image of her in gentle lilac is so vivid because the picture of her curled up and stunning wearing the color in her tank top sits on the corner of your desk, alongside a plastic ring that she’d won for you when a prize machine ended up at the corner of the crossing in front of the courthouse after a semi and a taxi collided. You’d been dating two weeks when she’d gave you the ring, incessantly assuring she wasn’t crazy enough to propose with plastic after knowing you a fortnight, but radiant to tell you simply that she’d seen the machine and thought of you. It might’ve just been the biggest compliment of your life to know that just loving you had her acting like a kid, searching for quarters in her bag that was overflowing with sensitive, classified, lawyer information. When you’d told her years later that you were going to go back to school, get your law degree, make the switch from Detective to ADA, she hadn’t looked at you with concern or disbelief, she hadn’t been annoyed you were blazing a trail into her career path, she was the first person to take your hand and lead you to the way. You wanted to pass for her; you had to pass for her. You didn’t want to let her down anymore than you wanted to let yourself down.

You had everything planned out. Benson let you out early, you’d grabbed lunch from the bodega Alex had turned you onto during your first year of law school for good luck, and then you’d gone back to your apartment to study. Alex had come home four hours into your final study session, you’d heard her shoes before her voice, and you knew that’s how she had a good day. On the days where Alex crept through the apartment on bare feet, biting her lip in anticipation, you know that by some miracle all her cards have aligned and she’s buzzing. When she’s pissed, annoyed that people are ignorant and the law is stupid sometimes, she bellows for you eagerly, like she’s pained to know you're finally so close by willingly so far. You hadn’t accounted for that in your schedule admittedly, she’d been having a hard go at things, but you welcomed her positive energy that got you through the next two hours. She made dinner around ten, frozen pizza and cherry sparkling water because she’d spotted it through the window of the Aldi you frequented and thought it would make a good treat instead of your typical wine. You had another six or so hours ahead of you. You’d accounted for it taking eight, just to give yourself some cushion if you did manage to keep on task and steal a few hours of sleep beforehand, but regardless, if you went to sleep at six, you’d be able to get six by noontime, and that was assuredly more than enough time to zap your brain with cold water from the shower, grab a banana, and make your way to the courthouse with only the flashcards you thought my calm you in your pocket. Maybe you were a fool to plan for self-assuredness tomorrow, this was one of the biggest tests of your life, sneezing at the wrong time could cost you the honor of passing, but somehow, you just knew that wouldn’t happen. Alex had beaten it into you that you have to have your own back, because friends turn to enemies in the DA’s office faster than cops and detectives can transfer stations. You remember the tragic tale of some of your other ADA’s and the defenses you’ve crossed paths with, you hate the legitimacy of her warning, but it's one that you’ve already let sink in and accepted. You can do this, because if you tell yourself you can’t, you're the first enemy in the field.

“Baby, come to bed.” Alex is perched against the doorframe of your office. You never close the door, there’s no reason to. The loudest thing Alexandra Cabot does when she knows you’re studying is get surprised by a sneeze and not have time to stifle it into her elbow, and then she shouts an apology before the apartment goes dull. Sometimes you leave it open to draw her in, convince her to spend a couple minutes with you in a bubble, though the l whole ‘ulterior motives’ thing is futile when the door never gets closed. You’re not even sure if the hinges squeak, the front doors do, but you’ve never bothered to fix it because it makes Alex smile when she stumbles in drunk at midnight after rounds with Olivia or, sparingly, Casey. “You’ll know just as much as you do tonight tomorrow morning even if you don’t read everything over right now.” She tries to persuade you, and you hate that she’s succeeding as you glance up at her, straining the muscles in your neck in the opposite direction that you’d previously had them tilted in.

“It still can’t hurt to look at everything again, Lex.” You smile fondly, biting down on the butt of your highlighter. It’s pink, slowly drying up after two years of constant use. It’s from Alex’s desk at the courthouse. Stolen straight from her jar of highlighters and pens that she keeps meticulously arranged in a rainbow.

Alex huffs, stomping into your office. The plate from dinner that she brought up is sitting on an empty slot in your bookshelf, far away from the notes that you’ve tediously taken and perfected over the last handful of years. She pulls your chair back, her hands grabbing yours and pulling them until you are standing on your feet in front of her. “I want to show my girlfriend a little support, so if you wouldn’t mind, would you get your ass in bed so I can do that? She’s got a big day tomorrow.”

Your eyes sparkle, because what in the world is she doing right now standing in front of you in her pajamas that are wrinkled and disheveled from however she was sprawled out in bed, probably rolling from side to side trying to keep herself from coming to get you as the hours ticked later and later. This wasn’t just an exciting day for you, it was an exciting day for her. She remembers the morning of her bar vividly, and though she’d been stressed out of her mind and crying, she says it was liberating to have the reassurance of all those endless years paying off. She says she can’t wait to see you afterwards. To know that she’s dating a lawyer. An aspiring ADA.

You pretend to consider it for a moment, your head falling to the side again, your eyes glancing at your piles of papers longingly. In truth, you know that you’re prepared and the longer you sit up here reminding yourself of things you already know, you’re getting bored, restless, annoyed. It’s all weighing on you now, and the weight of it all being over tomorrow somehow feels worse than it did when you’d thought about being done all those years ago. “Hm, okay.” You hum, pressing up to kiss her sweetly. Alex’s arms link around your waist, pulling you into her chest until the beat of your hearts hammered out of sync.

Alex smiled when she pulled away, her teeth hooked into your bottom lip until she let go, giggling softly when it popped against your upper lip, your eyes hooded in lust filled amusement as she teasingly worked you up without missing a beat. “Well, let’s get you to bed then.” She sang, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the office, your bedroom was directly adjacent, and her footsteps only padded four and a half times before she was at the foot of your shared bed, reaching for the pajamas she’d evidently fished out of the drawers for you in preparation of interrupting your studying. In all your years, you’d never seen Alex this set on having your attention for yourself. It was cute.

”Let me help you with that.” Alex husked, her breath fanning across your shoulder as she stepped up to help you out of your sweats. You’d changed once you’d gotten home. Put on some sweatpants with cuffs at the ankles because you hated when the fabric fell over your toes, and a t-shirt that she’d apparently purchased from a tourist trap in Rome.

You shivered when Alex guided your arms above your head, her fingertips trailing down slowly from your wrists, past your elbows, over your shoulders, and down each side of your torso until her blunt nails could curl into the soft fabric and pull it upwards. Goosebumps were left in the wake of her tantalizing trail, spreading across your body before they shot through your core. “I love how you sound when I get you like this.” She whispered truthfully, stepping closer behind you while her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your sweats. She didn’t waste time with the haphazardly tied string around your waist, tucked into the fabric of your sweats and hanging against your thigh. Every muscle in your lower body was tense with anticipation, itching for relief that she was keeping out of reach.

“Alex, please.” You whined, your head thrown back, resting on her shoulder. Your eyes fluttered closed, and Alex smiled fondly at the sight of you so content. Her lips kissed your forehead, her finger sweeping through your folds, collecting moisture that had collected just from when she’d asked you to come to bed the first time. It was embarrassing how easy you were for her, how she didn’t have to do anything and you’d be willing to eat out of the palm of her hand.

“I can take you right here. You can let me hold you while I make you cum, or, I can lay you down, baby. Which one?” Alex left a trail of open mouth kisses against your neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck until you whimpered, your hands grappling to grasp at her soft shorts until she laughed and relented, dipping a finger into your core until your warmth swallowed her all the way up to the second knuckle. She crooked her finger, eliciting a gasp to tumble off your lip as she found that sweet spot inside of you. “What’s it gonna be, sweetheart? The bed or right here?” She slowly eased and applied pressure, rocking her heel into your clit, and then another finger was pressing into you, pulling out and dipping in, twisting and turning until it was slotted into your cunt beside the other. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Alex,” You moaned, your head turning until you could bury your face in her shoulder, gnawing at the exposed skin of her arms.

“I know you can listen better than this, sweetheart. I asked you a question, I need your answer.” She cooed, kissing your lips when your head twitched at a particularly deep trust of her combined fingers, she combed over that spot inside of you, her thumb ghosting over your clit. You weren’t going to last like this. Not when you could feel the exhaustion creeping up on you, not when she knew your body so well, not when she was working you up so sweetly with her words.

“Right here, Alex, please.” You sighed, breath hitching when her thumb fell onto your clit in an earned reward. “Oh, my god. Right there, please, oh—!” Alex giggled softly, gripping your hip in one hand while her other continued to provoke soft squelching sounds, your arousal collecting on her palm.

”That’s it, come on. Cum for me, come on, there we go. Good girl, good girl.” She cooed, working her fingers until your thighs begun to shake and you grabbed at her wrist desperately, she kissed your cheek, easing her hand out of you softly, though you still felt every groove of her knuckles as they scraped across your sensitive walls.

Alex admired the stringy evidence of your love left on her fingers as the dim light of the lamp on your nightstand glowed enough for her to see, and you rolled your eyes at her smug state, wondering how you’d gotten so lucky as to find her on a whim. She licked her fingers clean, and you shoved her away from you. Alex laughed loudly, knowing how that simple act deeply disturbed you unless she settled it with a round between your thighs. That was not in the cars, both of you were exhausted, you needed sleep despite thinking you’d be capable of running on only six hours. Alex knows you better. She knows you’ll be miserable, you’ll curse her out, storm to your exam, probably pass just because you're you, but the guilt of your exhaustion will ruin whatever results come out either way. You’re taking the bar tomorrow, but you’ll never begin to know the material that makes up the test that is Alex Cabot. She’s her own bar exam, you’re her field of expertise.

”Put those on, and get your ass in bed.” Alex rolled her eyes, tapping your ass as she helped you out of your sweatpants and underwear. You tried not to let your surprise show when she brought out a rag, wiping softly between your legs before you helped you into a new pair and some shorts. You couldn’t sleep in pants, and somewhere in your relationship, that had transferred to Alex. Now, you’re not sure there's a single pair of pajama pants in your wardrobe at all.

“Mm, go brush your teeth.” You leaned up to kiss her, and Alex giggled, taking your hand and leading you out to the bathroom in the hallway. Her office was by the front door, every room in the apartment filled and utilized to some capacity, and while it made storage hard, there was never anywhere to put something new without getting rid of what already exists in the space, it feels incredibly homey, like you’ve truly built something spectacular together.

You follow her, because you have to do so as well, but you let her go first, because Alex is a freak and brushes her teeth with warm water and that’s something you can’t condone even if she’s cute with her toothbrush between her teeth trying to convince you it’s much more enjoyable once you get used to it. You’ll never know if she’s right, but she doesn’t hold it over you. Instead, she holds your waist as you take your turn, kissing your neck until the both of you are ready to climb into bed and prepare yourself for what tomorrow holds. Whatever the outcome is, you know she’ll be there.

“I love you, you’re going to do exceptionally well tomorrow. I’ll be waiting by the doors if Benson doesn’t show up and drag me out.” You grin, cuddling into her chest because you know that’s the truth, you know Benson would assuredly show up and drag Alex away if she thought for a second that their presence would somehow suck the air out of her testing room and disturb the peace you needed to create. She was sad to be losing you, to be watching you go and grow, but she’d be damned if all of your hard work didn’t pay off. That was just the kind of boss she had molded herself into.

“I love you, and I don’t really care what happens tomorrow, as long as you’re out there waiting when I’m done.” You grin when she pecks you, the taste of mint on her lips.

“Well then, I’ll be sure to put up a fight with Liv.” She muses, eyes sparkling. You just love her so.

“Good. Give her hell.”

[chuuyascumsock]

Where Gay Goes to Die || Minors DNI

Summary: I have no words, and no apology because this actually slapped so hard. Let’s go lesbians lmao. Happy pride month.

Tags: Female! Chuuya Nakahara/Reader/Fem! Osamu Dazai, Afab reader, Threesome, Brief Voyeurism, Pet Names (Baby, Doll, Belladonna, Love, Pretty Girl, etc.), Classic Dazai-Chuuya Bickering, Fingering, Nipple Play, Hair Pulling, Face Sitting, Squirting, Strap-on Use, Slight Bit of Aftercare, Hints of a Poly At The End, Idk Maybe I’ll Make a Part Two, Haven't Decided, Honestly Downright Filthy Smut, Literally Wanna Be Stuffed Between Them Like a Sub Sandwich.

How you ended up in bed between your co-worker and her ex-partner from the mafia was a mystery to you. 

One minute you were having drinks with the ADA earlier that night before slinking off to grab another drink from the bar. And the next you were being complimented by one of the five mafia executives herself who was sitting nearby, Nakahara Chuuya. You’ve never had anyone so boldly eye fuck you while smoothly commenting on the way you fought during one of your missions— and against their organization no less. Chuuya was ethereally beautiful, her russet tresses fell over her freckled shoulders, sleek dress hugging her physique tightly to reveal her curves. The most captivating characteristic of hers had to be her heterochromatic eyes, soft blue and brown that sealed your fate as she dragged you away from the bar shortly after your interaction.

Dazai had only noticed your disappearance after she was finished with her Sake. Whining and complaining to Kunikida about how much she missed you, Kunikida scoffed and fixed her glasses. “The last I saw her was talking to the bartender.”

Dazai was quick to jump to her feet and trail off to the bar, only to find no one but the bartender there. When asked, the bartender nodded his head off to the back door that led to an alleyway with a small warning that you had left with a woman described way too familiar with Dazai. Not only was it Dazai’s ex-partner back in the mafia, but you had fought against her just the other day. Dazai felt off when approaching the door, weary of what to expect.

Entering the alleyway, Dazai hadn’t been expecting to see Chuuya feeling your soft body up with her gloved hands while shoving her tongue down your throat and vice versa. 

It took minutes for either of you to notice Dazai’s presence, too caught up in one another to see her staring you down as Chuuya had her way with you. The woman had tugged at the neckline of your tight dress, freeing your breasts to the cold air for the brunette to see before cupping and squeezing them. Your soft and cute mewls had both women wanting more as Chuuya’s lips captured yours again in a sloppy kiss.

Something in Dazai snapped and she knew that there was no more hiding her want for you behind sweet, charismatic smiles and adoring looks from across the office. She cleared her throat, a small gasp of surprise leaving you and not much of a reaction from Chuuya. 

“The hell do you want, shitty Dazai?” Chuuya nearly rolled her eyes as she kept your plush tits groped and spilling between her gloved hands. 

“What are you doing here?” You timidly ask, embarrassed for getting caught, especially with someone who was supposed to be the agency’s enemy.

Dazai kept her composure. “You were gone for too long so I came looking for you— but I see that you’re busy.” She completely ignores Chuuya for the time being.

“Sorry…” You whisper bashfully, head tilting down in shame.

“Well she’s perfectly fine, so you can leave now,” Chuuya grumbles, leaning forward to litter your throat with more hickies.

“I don’t think so— it’d be a shame for the president and Mori to find out what’s happening right now. Why don’t we talk about this at your place, hm, Chibi?” Dazai was clearly planning something.

And that something ended up with you sandwiched between both women in Chuuya’s king sized bed— Dazai’s long, manicured fingers stuffed in your cunt to the knuckles while Chuuya’s tongue entangled with yours, her calloused hand pinching one of your nipples between her fingers.

The loud squelching of your pussy around Dazai’s fingers makes your ears burn as you moan into Chuuya’s mouth, kisses growing messy and mostly tongue filled. Dazai grins in satisfaction as she presses a thumb to rub at your throbbing clit, enjoying every second of your soft walls clenching around her fingers. “Look at how cute her pussy is, Chuuya. Such a needy little slut— wanting both of us at once.”

Chuuya’s lips disconnect from yours, leaving a small string of saliva to break apart from your panting mouths. “Can’t you keep your big mouth shut for three seconds? You’re ruining the mood with your annoying voice,” She mutters in irritation at Dazai’s voice while looking anyway, her gaze glued to your slick pussy as Dazai’s fingers thrust back inside. Chuuya bites into her bottom lip at the scene momentarily before moving back to marking your neck up with love bites.

Dazai blissfully ignores Chuuya’s snippy comment, curling her long fingers to rub into a certain spot that makes your thighs quiver. “She’s so soft, I bet she tastes good too.” The brunette hums thoughtfully, her eyes trailing from your soaked pussy up to your eyes. “Do you?” She smiles mockingly, watching you stumble incoherently over your words into a muddle of whimpers. Her bottom lip juts out into a small pout as she continues to taunt you. “Oh, poor baby… can’t even talk— do my fingers feel that good?”

There’s a small wince as you feel Chuuya sink her teeth into your shoulder just slightly harder than the other bites when Dazai talks, most likely annoyed by how much more she was doing. Wanting more attention, Chuuya growls out, “Oh please, she’ll be crying over my strap compared to your lousy fingers.” 

“Toys? A bit of a cheater, aren’t you, Chuuya? Can’t satisfy her on your own?” Dazai finally responds, mockery evident in her tone.

“Keep talking and I’ll throw your ass out to walk home in the cold.” Chuuya glares at Dazai before she moves away from you momentarily to crawl over to her nightstand to grab out a bottle of lube, harness, and a relatively long dildo. 

Your face must’ve shown just how intimidating the size of the toy was as Dazai gives a light laugh. “Too big for you, darling? Bet you wanna keep my fingers,” She says in a sing-song voice, curling her digits once more. It’s enough to distract you momentarily from their bickering as you feel a familiar feeling building in your lower tummy.

“Relax, doll. It’s only eight inches,” Chuuya sighs nonchalantly, already strapping the harness around her hips and prepping the silicon toy with a thick glob of lube. The sight of Chuuya slicking the toy up with her hand only makes you clench tighter around Dazai’s digits.

“Well some of us aren’t as loose as you are, Chuuya-dear.” Dazai gives a faux innocent smile, malice clear in her eyes and tone. Her fingers falter a bit at Chuuya’s next words.

“You’ve got to be out of your damn mind to talk— you should be considered a fucking graveyard at this point with how many bones you’ve had in you.” Chuuya scoffs, slapping Dazai’s hand away from you as she grabs one of your ankles with her other hand to drag you to her.

You give a small whine, eyes hazy as your orgasm was ripped away from you. 

Chuuya’s gaze falls back to a softer expression as she looks down at you, “I got you, doll.” Her hands move over to grab your hips and lift them until your lower back and ass are resting on the tops of her thighs, bright purple dildo resting between your ass cheeks.

“Well now you’re just being unfair,” Dazai complains, voice pitchy as she gives Chuuya a nasty look.

Before Chuuya could make a snippy remark about her leaving, you reach to lightly tap the brunette’s knee, signaling her to straddle your head. “Just so no one is left out…” You murmur, flustered.

“Well aren’t you just a sweetheart?” Dazai’s mopey expression washes away quickly as she shifts to make her way across the bed to straddle her knees on either side of your head. Her head tilts down to look at you, lips pulled back into a grin and lithe fingers threading into your hair. “You look cute between my legs, ‘donna…” 

Your eyes lull as your gaze drops from her face to her  cleanly shaven pussy, folds practically drooling with arousal which makes your mouth water. You nearly forget about the strap-on nudging against your entrance until it’s pushing in with no warning, the bulbous tip stretching you back open, though not as much as Dazai’s fingers had been. As your lips part to gasp at the sensation, Dazai is lowering herself down until your mouth is enveloping her, your tongue pushing through her folds and labia to lap along her tight hole.

You think you could drown in these women and let them fuck you until you’re nothing but a mindless, pussy-drunk slut for them, your hands coming up to grip into Dazai’s bandaged thighs and your hips jerking to take Chuuya’s strap deeper. And they don’t even keep it from you, letting you have your way as Dazai settles her weight fully onto you and Chuuya shifts to slip deeper into your aching core, walls greedily clutching around the dildo. Your moans are muffled by Dazai, your tongue laving through her succulent pink cunt, clit throbbing wildly against your muscle. She isn’t sweet like how it’s always described, a musky arousal evading your senses— but it isn’t unpleasant and it has you slurping noisily at her sloppy pussy loudly, making her moan and buck gently against your mouth.

It’s overwhelming how they both selfishly take as much as they give, Dazai’s free hand reaching behind her to rub your clit as she rides your face and Chuuya is sinking into you to the hilt and pulling away to create a tortuous pace, her hands gripping into the flesh of your hips. Your ears are muffled and you can’t tell if it’s from the pleasure or Dazai’s thighs pressing to your ears, hips rolling down to hump against your wriggling tongue.

“O-Oh, fuck, look at you… made for eating this pussy, huh, ‘donna?” Dazai groans, her fingers tightening in your hair painfully which causes you to gently scrape your teeth along her clit. She gasps and releases your hair slightly, fixing it almost apologetically and pets it down, her other hand now resting to cup your mound, middle and ring fingers gently rubbing circles into your clit.

You don’t let the stinging sensation in your scalp bother you when Chuuya’s pace picks up and her hips are slapping against yours, thighs jiggling each time she fucks the dildo deeper into your sopping pussy. That and Dazai’s insistent rubbing against your clit has that coil tightening in your lower abdomen once more. You wish you could see the way Chuuya thrusts into your eager pussy, the loud squelching of the dlido fucking into you being all you had to know how good she was treating it. 

“Shit… look at you taking it all, dollface— your pretty pussy is sucking me in so. damn. tight,” Chuuya growls, hips slapping harsher with punctuated words, your body jolting with choked breaths. 

“Don’t be so rough with her,” Dazai chides, not really caring about her being rough, but wanting to piss Chuuya off.

It works as Chuuya glares at Dazai and only picks up the pace, thighs stinging with each thrust as you feel her skin slap against yours and her grip grow tighter on your hips. “Don’t tell me how to fuck my girl, shitty Dazai.”

“Your girl?” Dazai humorlessly laughs out before letting out a small moan from your mouth sucking at her clit again. “Please— after this, she’s with me. I’m just nice enough to share this once.”

“Like hell, I made a move first, go find someone else to whore around with,” A huff leaves Chuuya, but her pace doesn’t change and neither does Dazai’s fingers against your clit. It has your mind reeling and body twitching, nearly teetering the edge of a climax— not that either woman noticed as they continued to bicker. 

“Well I SAW her first, I called dibs. Besides, she works at the agency with me so that means that she’ll be coming back with me anyways. You lose, face it, Chibi.”

“Doesn’t matter if you saw her first, you’re just mad that I acted before you did. You’re such a petulant child, can’t even handle losing to me for once.”

“That’s because I didn’t lose, she’s mine.”

“Oh, you fuckin’ bitch—“

Their arguing is cut off by a loud muffled whine from you and an orgasm that has your body shuddering deeply, your pussy creaming all over the purple dildo. A small, frothy ring of your cum forms around the base with each thrust, leaving the two women to finally quiet down as they watch, movements faltering to a slow pace momentarily.

“Fuck… I wanna make her squirt now,” Chuuya exhales quietly.

Dazai nods slowly before murmuring, “Finally, something we can agree on.”

You pick up on their muttering and let out a muffled groan into Dazai’s pussy in attempts to disagree, not sure if you were able to take another orgasm, but it falls upon deaf ears and their movements pick back up to a frenzied mess now.

You squirm beneath them, eyes squeezing shut and limbs spasming as they overstimulate your flushed pussy, folds puffy and clit thrumming as Dazai adds even more pressure to your sensitive nub. You try so hard to focus on Dazai’s rutting against your mouth, but it’s difficult when they’re double teaming you like this and Dazai takes over, allowing her hips to grind down on your face. Her clit bumps against your nose and your tongue occasionally slips into her clenching hole, serving her just enough as she tries to desperately reach her own climax.

“C’mon, hun, let go for us, yeah? We know you can come again— wanna see you squirt, baby,” Dazai pants out, her bangs sticking to her forehead from the sheen of sweat she was working up. You can’t see Chuuya, but you know she must look similar to Dazai’s state.

Your head feels like it’s underwater and you can’t help but give into what the two women want, thighs clamping around Chuuya’s waist as your eyes flutter closed and your second orgasm crashes over you more intensely to the point your ears start to ring. A stream of arousal squirts out, splashing against Dazai’s fingers and Chuuya’s lower abdomen. A soft gasp slips from their lips and Dazai can’t help but come at the sight, her viscous cum coating your tongue and slipping down your throat like honey. It’s a pleasant feeling and tastes almost like nothing with a hint of her scent, making you moan weakly against her as her hips falter to slow down but refuse to let up from your mouth, insides pulsing against your tired tongue.

It’s a couple minutes until you gather your bearings and Dazai finally lifts her hips, breath hitching at the string of your saliva and her cum connecting your mouth to her pussy that breaks when she pulls away. It nearly gets her worked up enough for another round, but she presses the feeling down and moves to lay beside you, clinging to your side and burying her face into your neck. 

Chuuya pulls out of you shortly after, slipping the harness off her hips and begins to clean up. She disappears off into the bathroom momentarily and returns with a small rag to clean your face off first of Dazai’s cum and then between your legs. The mafioso pecks your lips gently in comparison to her rough treatment earlier and glances at Dazai, throwing the rag at her lazily without a care. “Clean yourself up, would you?”

“What?” Dazai whines out, “How come she gets the princess treatment and I’m treated like a peasant?”

“Because you are one, you’re lucky I haven’t kicked you out at this point,” Chuuya clicks her tongue and turns her attention back to you and scoops you up into her arms. “I’m starting a bath, I don’t give a damn if you join or not,” She says to Dazai over her shoulder, leaving the brunette to complain about the unfair treatment she’s getting as she stumbles up to follow after the both of you. 

With your arms looping around Chuuya’s neck lazily, a small smile curls in your lips, knowing that this wouldn’t be a one time thing.

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THE ART OF THE DEAL | PART FIVE

<<< PART FOUR: SIGNS OF INSTABILITY | PART SIX: COMING SOON >>>

wc: 3,1k | rating: 18+ for eventual smut | Harry Castillo x You | FALSE RELATIONSHIP

summary: you don’t believe in love. neither does he. that’s the only thing you agree on. after swearing off romance, you’ve built a quiet life in art preservation and avoiding anything resembling vulnerability. but when Harry Castillo, arrogant, infuriating, and stupidly rich, proposes you pretend to be his fiancée for the sake of getting his overbearing mother off his back, you’re thrown. but the money is good and with your detached views on romance and love, you make the perfect polished, commitment-free partner. It’s just a deal; cold, clean and temporary. but pretending to be in love with a man you can’t stand has a way of making you feel things you promised yourself you’d never feel again. especially when he starts looking at you like you're more than just a line item in a contract. And worst of all? You start looking back

the MC female character is YOU. she is not named and barely described physically aside from being able bodied and having hair long enough to grab.

tags/warnings: false relationship, mentions of materialists film spoilers, smut, enemies to lovers. i will add more tags as they become relevant.

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THE ART OF THE DEAL | PART FIVE | AT RISK

You stick beside Harry the first few innings, drinking chilled wine as Mona and Adrian murmur about the players. Harry’s hand rests lightly on your knee; just enough for show, not enough for you to forget it's staged. 

Harry is sure to give you that grin, the one he’s practised in the mirror, the one that screams, “I’m so lucky to be marrying her!” even though last night he met a woman at the bar near his home and got her number. 

Harry is not delusional, he knows that you're both playing a part and he's fine with it. You're like a colleague of sorts, someone he can be real with, and someone with a goal. And it feels good to get female attention. It sews up the wounds of his twenties when he felt resentful and hideous in a body with a height that didn’t match how he felt outside.

You're seated between Harry and his mother in cozy leather recliner chairs feeling trapped. 

Ada and Adrian stand by the large windows, eyes trained on the game. Every so often you feel her eyes trail your way and you’re sure to be looking away when they land on you. Your back feels sweaty, your nerves on edge. Even though you're not saying anything you're continually wondering how you appear to everyone else. 

Mona leans over from her chair. “Soooooooo,” she says, drawing out the word like she already knows the answer, “How are wedding plans coming?”

You go wide-eyed and clumsily take a sip of wine to buy yourself time. Thankfully Harry jumps in immediately.

"We're not in a rush." 

Mona looks like she's about to reply when Lindor hits a double. You're grateful that the family is genuinely interested in the game. And now the room erupts into light applause and you think you hear Ada whistle, but you're not sure. 

When a belated Mason and Eleanor arrive, full of apologies you're thankful the attention is taken away from you and Harry who sit next to each stiffly. When his mother exits her chair to greet Mason, Harry removes his hand from your knee. You're thankful.  

When you're walking or chatting with his family it feels more natural to hold his arm or his hand.  The arm around your waist is still foreign as are the kisses he presses to your cheek and back of your hand between innings. 

You're thankful he showed up when he did with Ken though. He didn't need to, he gained nothing by it for him, and he was just being kind. 

"About time," Ada sniffs as Mason kisses her cheek in greeting. 

"Traffic was horrible."

"So I've been told." Ada looks at you before her ice flick through the window to the scene below. The game is heating up. 

“I meant to ask, where did you go before?" Harry murmurs from beside you.

"There's this souvenir shop not everyone knows about. Less touristy, more unique finds."

Harry frowns. "If you wanted something specific..."

"I got what I needed, thanks." 

You're not cold in your response, just guarded and Harry can sense it. He just can't understand it. 

You watch Mason and Eleanor covertly in the large leather sofa. His arm goes around her naturally and she snuggles up against him. 

It makes you realize what a real couple would be doing right now; sharing a soft pretzel, whispering dumb jokes, leaning in without thinking about who’s watching. Harry nudges you. You realize he asked you something.

“Huh?" 

"I asked if you wanted to sit outside the suite."

He's pointing to the chairs outside the suite doors on the private balcony. The ones high enough to let everyone know that you're made of money. You nod, following him out and nestle into the seat next to him.

"I was glad to see you're using the card," Harry mentions over a beer a short while later. "Quite the shopping spree."

"I'm returning most of i-"

You stop mid sentence to give a cheer as Lindor rounds the bases. You stand up, forgetting yourself and making a whooping sound. 

This isn't how his family acts in public and with a grimace Harry grips the back of your shirt, urging you back. You glance down to see his wince, looking over his head into the suite to see his family staring at you. You feel Ada's eyes scan your face, looking for the cracks.

Shit. 

You collapse into your seat, hunching slightly. 

"I didn't realize you were so enthusiastic," Harry murmurs,  his eyes on the game. 

You feel the sweat on your back drying, leaving behind that itchy, sticky feeling.You hate this. Not just the faking, but the way he always seems to think he's better than you. 

"That's because you don't actually know me, Castillo." 

Harry feels the ire rising from your body like a nuclear blast. Just as he's about to remind you that you're still on the clock the screen flashes.

KISS CAM.

You don’t notice at first, you're too busy trying to ignore Harry. But then the crowd below you starts hooting, and you glance up. There you are: Giant and on the centre screen.

You're eyes are wide, turned on Harry. His smile is frozen, practised and false. 

“We don't have to do this,” you mutter. "Right?"

“It'll look pretty weird if we don't,” he says between clenched teeth, already turning to you. “And according to you, I need the practice anyway.”

You can't help but laugh when he does as well, nodding after a moment's pause. What the hell, sure, why not. You have to pretend to be a couple; you knew this was part of the deal. He spins your baseball cap backwards by the brim as the crowd cheers. Your face is warm and Harry is amused by your sudden quiet.    

So she does get shy.

Harry plans on a peck; something simple and cute to appease the fans. But also enough that his ego might be salvaged. The last kiss was terrible. So dry and harsh and unsettling. You brace yourself for a similar experience. 

He's not expecting the buzz of something that hits him below the navel the second your lips connect.

Your hand goes to rest on his shoulder, his hand at the side of your neck. You hold your breath as his mouth moves over yours. You anticipate that he'll pull away immediately. But he doesn’t. Instead, his lips linger. Warm and firm and pressed just long enough that something shifts under your skin. You feel it in your spine first, this continual tension loosening in the muscles near your jaw.

His hand is still on your face, and it’s no longer stiff. It’s kind of… . gentle.

But then his other hand finds your waist. Not possessive or preformative. And the kiss deepens, just slightly a tilt of his head.

He notes the change in your breathing. His mouth parts, brushes yours again, slower this time, softer. He feels something unfurl inside him, unexpected and hot.

Fuck, this feels so good. You feel so good.

 He doesn't know you feel it too, doesn't know that your body is suddenly on fire from the inside. All he knows is that the fingers resting on his shoulder curl, pulling his T-shirt onto a fist as the kiss deepens.

You're confused that his mouth is making you feel prickles of heat everywhere, expanding when his arms move to snake further around your waist, pulling your chest against his, kissing you deeper. Then there’s the flick of his tongue, the briefest hint of impropriety.  

And he can hear the whimper you offer as his kiss turns more insistent, his eyes shut as he licks into your mouth. He tastes the sweetness of the wine on your tongue.  It's only when your arm goes to crook around his neck that the cheering crowd erupts into a fever pitch at the sight.  

You break away first at the uproar, blinking rapidly. His eyes search your face like he’s trying to decode something. You feel breathless and exposed, like you just said something intimate without speaking at all.

You turn your hat the right way around before pulling the brim low over your face, embarrassed when the crowd below starts to whistle and cheer. 

You hope that the humiliation is over but when you glance at the screen, the kiss is playing on a loop. Lovebirds is written in just script with a cartoon dove making a heart trail around your pixellated figures. 

Harry watches this too, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You can't help but observe the way you cling to one another, the way Harry's eyes flutter shut and the slight slip of his tongue along yours. It's hot. 

You meet eyes and out of nowhere the two of you collapse into laughter, grinning like idiots as you watch yourselves on the big screen. The whole thing is so preposterous. 

"I can't believe we just did that," Harry chuckles, his hand on your knee again. 

"I know! I just-"

"Honestly Harrison. So low brow."

Ada has come to ruin the fun, not that anyone is surprised at this point. She stands by the railing, her posture straight, hands clasped behind her back. Her silver hair is neatly coiffed; her gaze sweeps the field, then lands on you.

And just like that, you’re back in the performance.

"Harrison," Ada whispers, "leave us a moment." 

Harry eyes his grandmother warily before standing. He shoots you a look before walking past, back into the suite to join the rest of the family. 

This leaves you and Ada alone, the crack of the bat echoing as the crowd roars. 

“Enjoying the game?”  Her voice is calm and enunciated, as though each word is chosen with care. 

You offer a polite nod. “Very much. Thank you for the invitation.”

Despite her advanced age and her bowed posture, she continues to stand, her eyes boring holes into your forehead. 

“It’s important, you understand, that you carry yourself with refinement if you're to be a part of the Castillo family." 

You don't answer her immediately. Instead, you study her expression: the faint narrowing of her eyes. You grasp the unspoken expectations of this household. You're thankful that your engagement is a sham. You'd never let anyone actually talk to you like this in your real life. 

Satisfied with your lack of response she continues.  "Your engagement to Harrison came as quite a shock to me.'"

"Oh?"

 There’s no warmth here only relentless expectation "Why it was only a few months ago he was asking for the family ring, citing that he'd found the perfect wife."

"Oh right, Lucy."

"Yes. Lucy." She sniffs. "An opportunist to the core, that one." 

You shift in the seat. You never met Lucy so you don't know if her assessment is correct. But still it feels disingenuous to insult a woman you've never even interacted with. She inclines her head slightly, but the corners of her mouth don’t soften. 

“Any member of the Castillo family must enhance its standing,” she inclines her chin at you, “You understand how that works socially and publicly. With your job you know the inner workings of social expectations.” 

How does she know about your job?  "How did-"

"Let's not be naive," she says as she drops her voice. "I know people. And I learned what I needed to about you. Intelligent, well liked, divorced." 

Her words hang in the air. She hums to herself, eyes on the field to watch Juan Soto step up to bat. For a minute you wonder if she just needs to watch the rest of the game standing beside your chair, you decide that you could probably handle that, but you still wish Harry was here to act as a buffer. 

But your dreams of a peaceful and quiet existence are easily shattered when she moves her eyes back on you. 

"If you're with my grandson just for the money you'll be disappointed to know that anyone who marries into the family is required to sign a hefty prenup." Her scowl deepens. "If your marriage is dissolved you will leave the marriage with only what you brought into it."

You have no real skin in the game, so it's fine for you to just shrug. "Of course."

She surveys you for what feels like several minutes, the game is forgotten, all you can feel is her eyes on you."We have the benefit gala next month. I trust you’ll be there and that you'll keep in mind this chat." 

Her tone implies everything: attend with grace, impress without attention-seeking. The suggestion resonates with the subtle, disciplined power of a royal matriarch.

You nod again.

"Good. There are people there that I wish you to meet."

The game is over. The score abysmal. The Mets have lost and you feel you can relate.  Ada gives you the briefest smile; thin, professional and far colder than polite.

“Have a pleasant rest of your evening.” 

Then, without another word, she turns and glides out of the room: a predator strolling away from her prey, having made her point without ever baring claws. Harry arrives seconds later, a worried look on his face as he holds out his jacket to you.

"I told them you were getting cold and I needed to get to you right away."

You smother a smirk as you take it from him gratefully, tugging it over your shoulders. It's heavy and warm and smells like his cologne

"Was it alright? She wasn't rude was she?"

"No. Just direct." You take his hand when he extends it. "She wasn't a big fan of Lucy though."

"She's not a big fan of anyone I date."

You give the family your farewells as you leave. You really do enjoy spending time with Harry's family minus Ada. 

They're warm and prone to laughter and much less uptight than you ever thought they'd be. 

"Let's have lunch this week," Mona says pressing a kiss to your cheekbone. "A girl’s day. I want to get you know you better." 

You feel terrible but 1:1 lunches with family was not part of your deal with Harry. Its hard enough keeping up a lie with him at your side, The scrutiny of a luncheon would prove to be too much. 

"I'd love to but I'm afraid work is very demanding this week,” you offer diplomatically. “I have a new piece coming in that I need to devote my time to."

You don't miss the way Mona looks crestfallen. You feel like an utter asshole and quickly rally. 

"Raincheck?" 

Inside the town car you hold in a groan. You have a splitting headache and there's still much you have to do before calling it a night. Raj still doesn't engage in conversation with you, but maybe that's for the best. You're not feeling particularly chatty. 

Harry shifts in the seat next to you, noting that you still wear his jacket around your shoulders. Something about the sight intrigues him. 

"I'm sorry my mother sprung the luncheon on you," he says truthfully. "She's never done that with any of my past relationships so I didn't anticipate it." 

You look his way. "I just don't know what to do if it comes up again." 

"I'll handle it." 

Outside, the city lights blur past like smudged ink, too soft and too fast. Inside, your stomach churns in quiet war. 

Your mind is on that kiss.

You try not to think about it now, about how he looked at you for half a second longer than he needed to, those calculating eyes betraying just a flicker of surprise, as if he wasn’t expecting you to kiss back. 

But you did. You did more than that. You leaned in like you meant it, clung to him like it wasn’t just part of the deal. Like maybe something sparked and you felt it in your ribs. But this isn’t real. You’re being paid, hired to play a role: the doting fiancée, the perfect buffer, a human shield between him and whatever pressure his family keeps pressing into his spine.

But now, in this stupidly comfortable car with the low golden lights stroking over his jawline, you feel something beginning to fray inside you.  Not affection, but curiosity, maybe? You can feel his gaze flicker your way, reading you like a stock report, and you resist the urge to look back.

“Long night,” he says, like it’s casual. Like he didn't kiss you like something out of a romance book.

You nod once, stiff. “Mhm.”

“So have you started to reassess my kissing prowess?” he asks, and there’s something dangerous in the way he says it: soft and amused like he’s setting bait.

"I believe you rate a bit higher now," you tease back. "A solid seven out of ten." 

"Ah, well, good to have something to aspire to," he grins. 

You nod with a smirk, watching the traffic as the car moves towards your apartment before you remember something Ada mentioned. 

"Your grandmother mentioned the benefit gala next week?" 

Harry sighs, the back of his head tilting back against the seat in exhaustion. Between his job demands and this farce he's feeling completely strung out.  

"I forgot about that." 

He pulls out his phone, glancing at the messages. His abrupt severing of the conversation irritates you. 

"You said one family event per month. Pretty sure this is the third in two weeks."

"I know, I know," Harry says caustically. "But c'mon, it's not like you're really suffering. You love baseball, you said so yourself."

"I didn't exactly get to enjoy myself. Did I?" You bite back. "I was so paranoid I was going to say the wrong thing." 

"Didn't stop you from dancing around and making a fool of yourself at the game today." 

That feels like a low blow, and you turn your furious glare on him. He doesn't meet your eyes, his own gaze trained on his phone. 

"I'm sorry that I feel emotions, Castillo. It's nice you might want to try it out for yourself."  

Harry is quiet, eyes on his phone as he begins to type. He's texting someone or maybe just making notes on how irritated he is. But you do notice the telltale pink at the tips of his ears that let you know he knows he said the wrong thing. 

You're so angry right now that you want to do something drastic. You can't tell Harry off and risk losing your money. Instead you bring your own phone out, punching in a text to George. 

Let's skip dinner and get right to dessert at my place tonight. Wdyt? 

The reply is instantaneous. 

Send me the address and I'll bring the wine. Can't have dessert without wine. 

authors note: i really appreciate all of the comments that have been left and i hope my taglist works. does this feel like an old rom com to you? it helps me write if i know what parts you like. and i wonder what will happen next with these 2.

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How do you think multi-use public restrooms could be reconfigured to better accommodate wheelchair/crutch/cane users in a roughly modern setting? (By multi-use, I mean the ones with a line of stalls rather than a whole room with one toilet).

I always thought it ironic that the large stall tends to be at the end of the line and believed it may be better to have that reversed (large stall first). Is that a sensical thought? What other suggestions would you have besides a lower sink and, of course, room to move the wheelchair/crutch/cane?

Although this setting is roughly modern in terms of technology ability and knowledge, feel free to provide your most creative answers. I'd even appreciate a difference between slight changes in real universe that would make an impact vs alternate modern universe where accessibility was thought of by default. All stalls are large? Better layout than a single file line of stalls? Etc.

Thank you for your time!

Hello!

I have... a LOT of thoughts about this. For reference, I use a cane full time and have used a wheelchair in the past when it was needed, though I no longer have access to it (I was borrowing my boyfriend's old one but have since moved cities).

So a few things:

Grab bars in every stall. These are the metal bars along the side of the stall that you usually see in accessible stalls. They're used to help people with stability/balance issues sit and stand from the toilet. There are a lot of people who only use the accessible stall because they need the support of the grab bars. If these were in every stall, it would open up the larger accessible stall for people who need it for the other supports (More space, the emergency call cord, etc.). These are relatively cheap and easy to install too.

Hand sanitizer dispensers in the accessible stall or, ideally, in every stall. These are another thing that's relatively cheap and easy to install and would benefit everyone. I usually carry hand sanitizer on me anyways because I dislike the idea of using my cane before washing my hands. This would also help people who have the same problem with their wheelchair (Not wanting to touch the wheels before washing their hands), people with sensitivities to hand soaps, and even just people who want to use them.

More accessible stalls. This one is a bit less realistic to hope for as it would be more expensive and difficult to change but it would also be one of the most beneficial, especially in places where there are lots of disabled people coming and going at once. I'm thinking places like hospitals, school accessibility offices, etc. but also places with large amounts of people in general like stadiums and event venues.

Also just more stalls in general. Especially in the men's washroom. I keep meaning to write a post about this for my own blog but it's an issue I think about a lot. It's 2024 and there's STILL a lot of men's washrooms where I live that either only have one stall (Usually an accessible stall) or don't have stalls at all. I'm sure it's some sort of 'ADA/AODA/whatever it is where you are' violation but it's also a problem for trans people, people that are shy, kids, people that just prefer to sit, the elderly, etc. It's kind of ridiculous that this is still a thing in 2024.

More actual fully accessible washrooms. These are not at all feasible for a multiuse washroom (The kind you're referring to) but should be in addition to one. With this, I'm referring to a large washroom with adult-sized changing tables, emergency call cords, lots of space, large garbage cans, sharps containers, etc. This is something that I rarely see even in hospitals but it's so important for people that have caretakers and need that extra support. As for the sharps container, it can be very beneficial for people that need to inject medication and it's something I wish that more places had. (My general alternative is to cap the needle and return it to my "pouch" in a separate pocket from the unused ones)

Having everything in reach of the toilet. By this, I mean things like toilet paper, garbage bins, sinks (If they're in the stall), hand sanitizer dispensers, etc. This is usually already the case with toilet paper and such but it's incredibly annoying and difficult to navigate when this isn't the case.

Also just having garbage bins in all stalls (Or, at least, in all washrooms). A lot of women's washrooms already have this in some capacity but most men's washrooms don't even have a garbage bin in the main section of it (Outside the stalls). This is another thing that would be incredibly easy and cheap to do and would help so many people including disabled people that need to discard medical supplies (Catheters and incontinence supplies are the big ones that come to mind since it's not sanitary or easy to discard of them elsewhere whereas you can easily pocket an empty medication bottle or bandage remnants to throw away later), people who need to throw away sanitary products, even just people who use toilet paper to blow their nose or something. There's literally so many uses and I don't see any downside to this at all.

More hooks in stalls to hang things like jackets and bags. This is something I see a lot in the regular stalls but strangely not as often in the accessible stalls. Which... seems especially odd to me as a lot of us rely on things like small, over-the-shoulder bags and fanny packs as we don't always have access to both hands to carry things. These would also be beneficial to hang things like canes (I'm mostly thinking of white canes, which usually have a fabric loop on the end) while using the toilet. This is another super cheap and easy thing that can be done and would benefit everyone.

More accessible doors to washrooms. For whatever reason a lot of the multi-use washrooms where I live don't have accessible doors and it's incredibly frustrating and inconvenient to be fighting for my life to open a door when I already need to pee. Just... not fun.

The placement of the accessible stalls is an issue too, just usually not in the way most people would assume. At least for my boyfriend and I, it's more of a problem when the washrooms are crowded. I'm thinking of our recent experience at a concert where we had to navigate through the crowd to reach the very far end where the stall was. Not a huge thing or something that happens all that often, but it is annoying.

The other thing that comes to mind is lower sinks and also having the paper towels, hand dryers, or what not closer to the sinks. It's incredibly annoying and uncomfortable to have to use a cane, wheelchair, or crutches when you have soggy hands just to get to the dryer. This isn't something that's too hard to implement in most cases but it could be expensive depending on what drying method is used (Such as hand dryers versus paper towel dispensers). This is another reason that I usually use my hand sanitizer instead.

Aside from the facilities themselves (And this is less for mobility disabilities and more general accessibility), things like having braille on the signs as well as clear symbols if the washroom is separated by male vs female. None of those minimalistic aesthetic ones. Not everyone can differentiate by those.

There are countless others but I think I've spoken enough about this for one post 😅. Hopefully some of this is helpful.

Cheers!

~ Mod Icarus

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"I'm Yours"

Asked: Could you please write a Casey Novak x Reader, where Casey gets jealous and possessive? Maybe of Olivia or a defence attorney, could be smut or fluff or whatever.

I've also merged this with another request that I received because I am up to my neck in drafts, and it kind of fitted with what I was writing.

Warning: Smut, fingering (reader receiving), female x female sex, use of dildo, (both Casey and reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), swearing, not proofread.

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You had been a detective at the Manhattan Special Victims Unit for 3 years now. You had grown close to everyone who worked there, but you had become best friends with Olivia Benson, who had become your partner after Stabler's departure from the unit. You always had each other's back and you couldn't ask for a better partner to work with at you time in the precinct.

A few months into your job, you had the pleasure of meeting Senior ADA Casey Novak and you couldn't fault how amazing she was at her jobs, bringing the majority of your victims to justice due to her high success rate. Her passion for the job was what drew you to her at first, however over time it was something that you had began to admire about her. Before you knew it, you were falling for Casey and your feelings for her grew more and more very time that you spoke or joked around.

One night after closing a stressful case and Casey putting the disgusting man behind bars for 25 years to life, the team all decided to go out for drinks to their local bar that was a few blocks from the precinct. You were invited yet you wasn't completely settled on the thought, however after some persuasion from Liv you reluctantly agreed. You all made your way to the bar and entered it, finding the largest table you could find in order for you all be able to sit together.

The only remaining seat was a space squeezed between Olivia and Casey, which you were happy to take considering you were sat next to your two favourite people on the team. You shuffled your way onto the leather bench, your right thigh flush with Olivia's, your left thigh left bare as you were waiting for Casey to sit in her space. You looked over to the bar and saw Casey just leaving it, a drink in either of her hands.

She set down your favourite drink down in front of you before sitting her drink down in front of herself. You thanked her as you locked eyes with her and she sent a wink your way, which made a blush creep up onto your cheeks. You reached forward to grab your drink and made a toast to the team winning the case, your glass clinking with the others surrounding the table.

You and Olivia fell into easy conversation, bursting into fits of giggles and flirtatious banter, her hand resting on your thigh. She would occasionally whisper in your ear and her words made you giggle and blush, burying your head in your hands. Casey couldn't help the boiling rage that had started to set in as she saw the reaction you had to Olivia, and she just wished that it was her who would be making you blush.

However, unknown to Casey, Liv was teasing you about your feelings for Casey and trying to persuade you to ask her out, the thought making you nervous. You took notice of the way Casey's jaw tensed, her teeth clenched together and you shot her a confused glance as her eyes met yours briefly. She averted her gaze, which was something that Casey never did and that unnerved you slightly.

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Everyone had started to make their exit out of the bar, most of them drunk and stumbling their way into taxis. It was just you, Liv and Casey remaining at the table. You and Olivia had continued your conversation, your laughs ringing out through the nearly empty bar.

You were silenced as Casey abruptly stood up and gathered her belongings, before leaving some money on the table and departing from your presence. Your eyes followed her out of the bar and when you turned to look at Liv with a confused expression, you were met with a smirk that she tried to hide behind the rim off her glass. You huffed, crossing your arms defensively over your chest.

"You know, I think you should go after her. It's late and she's not exactly sober." She reminded you and you couldn't help but think of the bad things that could possibly happen if Casey were to go home by herself, and how you wouldn't be able to live with the guilt if anything happened.

"You're right. Thank Liv, goodnight." You rushed out before tracing Casey's previous footsteps towards the front entrance.

As you got outside, you pulled your jacket around you tighter due to a gust of wind that swept towards you. You caught sight of Casey leaning against a near-by wall, her eyes glued to the lit-up screen before her. You made your way over to her, stumbling a few times along the way.

"Hey." You greeted as you stood in front of her now.

"Hi." She replied coldly, her head not even bothering to look up from her phone.

"It's really late and dark, I'm not too comfortable with the idea of you getting in a taxi by yourself."

"I don't think that that's your call, do you? I'm a big girl, I can fend for myself." She remarked.

"I didn't mean it like that! I just..." You were taken back with her bitter tone.

"You just what, Y/N?"

"What has gotten into you, Case?" You questioned, curious to where this outburst has come from.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter to you. You didn't seem too interested in me when your head was up Benson's ass." She shook her head, looking away from your soldering gaze.

"I don't understand your issue, but you don't get to choose who I can talk to you." You barked, turning on your heel, walking away from her.

"My issue is that your flirting with her when I want you to be mine!" She admitted.

Her hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back to face her. Her hands found your hips and pulled you flush against her slim frame. Your arms hung over her shoulders as you pulled her in for a kiss, your lips colliding for the first time.

Casey was a bit stiff at the contact at first, but soon her lips moved against with just as much passion. Her fingers pushed into your hips as her tongue swiped against your bottom lips asking for access, which you eagerly granted. She suddenly pulled away from you, leaving you gasping for air and she waved her arm out for the taxi that was driving down the road towards you.

"You're coming home with me." She almost growled into your ear, the husk of her voice sending shivers down your spine.

You both slipped into the backseat of the cab, before Casey gave the driver the address to her apartment. The whole journey there, one of Casey's hands remained on your thigh, her thumb rubbing circles on the exposed skin, whereas her other hand was fumbling change out of her purse. You placed your hand over the one that resided on your thigh, linking your fingers together in a tight embrace.

Once the taxi pulled up outside Casey's home, she practically threw the money to the poor man before swinging open the doors to flee to her front door, you in tow behind her. As soon as you closed her apartment behind you, she had you pushed up against it, her lips reattaching themselves to yours. She trailed her kisses down to your neck as your fingers laced into her strawberry coloured hair pulling on it slightly as her teeth bit into a sensitive bit of your skin, which elicited a moan from Casey's preoccupied lips.

"Fuck, Case. Are you sure you want to do this?" You questioned, however you couldn't hide the excitement in your voice.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life." She confirmed, sealing it with a gentle kiss on your lips.

She pulled off your jacket and gestured for you to remove your shoes, before dragging you towards her bedroom, you assumed. Once inside her room, her lips found yours again and your fingers found the hem of her top, tugging on it slightly. She pulled away long enough for you to pull the fabric over her head, before returning to close the distance between you both.

You took notice of the green lace that clad to her perky breasts, which made your mouth water at the gorgeous sight. Your admiring was cut short as she pulled your top over your head, exposing your bare chest to her. She threw your t-shirt somewhere in the room, followed by her discarded trousers.

She wrapped her plump lips around your left nipple, sucking on it gently, where as her right hand came up the roll your other nipple between her pointer finger and thumb. You moaned audibly and arched your chest further into her mouth, which made her give your nipple a tug with her teeth. You hips ground down on her thigh in order to gain some sort of friction from where you needed her the most.

"Fuck, Casey. Please...just touch me." You pleaded.

"Where do you want me to touch you, baby?" You responded, a smug grin on her face as she did.

"You know where." You tried.

"I want to hear you say it."

"I...I want you to fuck me! I want to feel your fingers in me, please Casey." You begged, panting out the syllables.

Her hands moved down to your thighs, spending them before settling in between them. She pulled your soaked panties down your legs before discarding them on her bedroom floor. She then reached down between your legs and ran her fingers through your folds, spreading your wetness from your entrance up to your sensitive clit.

You moaned at the slight contact, feeling her her fingers applied your pressure the louder you were. Suddenly, her fingers plunged into your entrance, stretching you out tightly around her long digits. Her fingers set a relentless pace, pounded in and out of you, the sound of your wetness echoing off the walls in her bedroom.

You were embarrassed at how quickly you could feel your orgasm approaching and you knew that Casey could feel your orgasm, feeling the way your walls clenched around her fingers. Before you could reach your peak, Casey's fingers were pulled from your body, pulling a pitiful whine from your ajar mouth. She tutted at your bratty behaviour, swatting at the outside of your thigh.

"I don't know if you deserve to come, especially after that little show you put on in the bar." She signed, mockingly.

"Please, Case. I promise it won't happen again." You tried to plead, but she only shook her head.

"That's not good enough, baby. I need to hear you tell me who you belong to."

"Fuck, I'm yours! I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours." You chanted, the mantra falling from your lips even more perfect than Casey had imagined.

You gasped as her fingers plunged back inside you, followed by a loud moan as her fingers pushed repeatedly into your G-spot, edging you closer to your long awaited orgasm. Yet, a groan of disapproval left your mouth as her fingers were removed once again. You closed your eyes in defeat as she moved away your heaving body, reaching for something in her nightstand.

As you opened your eyes, you were faced with a large double-ended dildo that was held in Casey's hand, her other hand pumping lube across its rippled surface. You jaw dropped as she slid one end into your already dripping entrance, moaning as it stretched you out even more than what Casey's fingers did. Your pleasure was amplified by the moan that Casey emitted as she settled herself down on the other end of the large appendage, her face contorting with pleasure.

After you had both adjusted to the size of the dildo, Casey started to move her hips, grinding them into yours, causing the tip of the dildo to brush against all the best spots in both of you. As her hips got closer to yours, you could feel her wet clit rubbing against your own, bringing you even closer to your orgasm. You both grinded against each other with determination, chasing your orgasms that were becoming evidently closer.

A mix of both of your moans echoed throughout the room as you both reached your peak, Casey's juices mixing with your own as you both came. You both lazily humped at each other as you came down from your high, panting as you tried to regain your breath. Casey pulled the dildo out of you both, which emitted a small whine from your end at the loss of contact and also the sensitivity you were now feeling.

"God, that was amazing." You sighed, blissfully.

"It was." You laughed as you caught sight of the lob-sided grin that her face sported.

"Hey, can you help me grab my things? I'll get out of your hair now." You asked, as you sat up from her very comfortable bed.

"No way! You're staying with me tonight, I have to make it up to you for edging you so much." She argued.

"You've already made it up to me. By letting me be yours." You flirted.

"Fuck, baby. How about you lay back down, and I'll clean you up?" She questioned, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You did as you were told and settled yourself back on her soft mattress, you legs parted slightly as you awaited the towel that would dry your dampened thighs. Instead you were met with Casey's warm tongue running through your wet folds, her moans vibrating through your core. Your back arched as your fingers moved to lace into her hair, tugging slightly at the strands.

"Fuck, baby. You taste so good." She mumbled from between your legs, the compliment making you moan louder and push her head impossibly closer to your pussy.

"This pussy is mine, All Mine."

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Bad idea.

Pairings: Casey Novak x reader.

Warnings: SMUT.

Summary: The moment reader joined the squad, she knew she was lost the moment she laid eyes on ADA Casey Novak. After a tough case, they decide to celebrate it at a bar on a crowded Saturday night. There might be a turn of events.

A/n: And the winner is here, as promised😏 Spicy Saturday Night (or maybe morning for some of you or afternoon…) So…not gonna confirm or deny that this was a personal request? It was an idea I got for something I read, and couldn’t help myself but to write this and share it with all you beautiful people cause I know yall love some spicy times with Casey Novak😌 I’m working on your requests guys, I’m slowly coming back to writing and they’ll be posted as soon as I finish them. Thanks for the love and for keep reading my stories🥹 Keep the requests coming you guys! Enjoy and leave your comments, reblogs, hearts, whatever you'd like, will be very much appreciated🫶🏻

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One thing about working at SVU was the exhaustion that they felt after every single case. So, for the first time in a while, they all had agreed to go to a bar to celebrate a win after days of stress. The problem? It was Saturday night, so of course the place was going to be crowded, and they even felt somehow weird to be surrounded by younger people, but they still decided they’d have a great time. They found themselves a nice place -in the very corner of the bar-, but at least they had some place to sit. As soon they found the table, they started ordering some drinks and some snacks, soon enough they started chatting and joking around, wanting to forget about the job for at least that night.

As they engaged into conversation, Olivia was soon to push y/n to talk to Casey. Since y/n joined the squad, the very first moment she had laid eyes on Casey, y/n had been in awe of how beautiful and gorgeous Casey looked that day. Since that day, y/n was a mess whenever she was around Casey, of course, she was professional when she needed to be, but she couldn’t help but be a bundle of nerves whenever Casey stood beside her, or sat beside her, anything Casey did, and y/n was melting. But tonight, the squad had planned to give them a little push, hoping that their little plan would work.

It was after Munch and Fin arrived that they had figured out that they had grabbed a small table with obviously not enough chairs, and there was only one left. Olivia took this opportunity to look at y/n and then around the table and put out there her idea.

“Guess someone will have to share because there is no way we’re getting an extra chair with this crowd.” Olivia chuckled softly as she looked around the table, but specifically, to y/n.

Fin turned to look at Munch as he laughed. “Wanna sit on my lap?”

Munch scoffed as he took the seat before Fin could even think about. “In your dreams.”

“I’m good here in the booth. It’s comfortable and spacious.” Melinda shrugged as she took a sip of her drink.

“Oh, I could move to the booth, but one of you guys have to move.” Olivia grinned as she looked at y/n, who was looking at her confused.

“You want me to move? To where?” Y/n shook her head, the alcohol making her mind take its time to process things.

“You can sit on my lap.” Casey simply said, a small smile on her face as she looked at y/n.

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly as she looked at Casey. “W-What?”

“There you go! Problem solved. Fin, take my chair, I’ll take y/n’s place but let me get beside Melinda so you guys can easily get up.”

Before y/n could finish registering what was happening, Casey took her hand and stood up with her so Olivia could go ahead and sit beside Melinda. Casey sat back down and didn’t even hesitate to pull y/n with her and soon enough, y/n was sitting on her lap. The squad soon engaged back in conversation, completely ignoring the fact that y/n was now on Casey’s lap, and had her arm wrapped around her waist as if Casey was trying to stop her from leaving. Y/n tried to focus on her drink, her mind spiraling with thoughts as she tried to process the fact that this was even happening. For a moment she thought the alcohol was making her hallucinate. Casey noticed how quiet y/n had become, thinking that maybe y/n had been drinking enough and it was getting to her.

Casey tilted her head slightly, enough to be able to look at the side of y/n’s face. “You okay, y/n?” Casey asked gently, her eyes searching her face to make sure she had heard Casey.

Y/n turned her head and offered a smile. “W-Why wouldn’t I be? Just…focusing on the conversation.” She chuckled softly as she patted Casey’s thigh without even thinking about it.

Casey raised her brow but didn’t say anything about it anymore. But then, something inside her mind clicked. She grinned softly as she nodded, grabbing her drink, and taking a sip of it. “If you say so, princess.”

Y/n’s breath hitched when Casey called her princess, she felt her cheeks heating up as she stared at her. She scoffed as she shook my head, trying to play it cool to not show her the effect she had on her. “I’m fine. Just focusing on Fin’s conversation.”

“I wasn’t even talking.” Fin snapped as he looked at y/n, suddenly all of their attention was on y/n.

Y/n turned to look at Fin. “You were.”

“I finished like 10 min ago.”

Munch grinned. “Someone is distracted I see.”

“I…” Y/n looked at him and shook her head, huffing a chuckle. “I’m not. I really thought he was still talking.”

“And you also seem to be a bit drunk. You’re all flustered there. Or are you blushing because you’re sitting in Novak’s lap?” Melinda teased as she smirked.

If stares killed, Melinda would surely be gone by now. She sighed and offered a fake smile to her, cursing inside her mind as she saw her laughing at her reaction. “I’m fine. I won’t drink anymore if that’s what you’re worried about.” She shrugged as she finished her last shot and looked back at them.

Casey chuckled at her stubborn nature - finding it both adorable. She rolled her eyes, not believing a single word that came out of her mouth. “Right, because you’ve been soooo good at sticking to your word so far.”

They let it die for a while, returning to their conversation, but Casey was still amused by y/n’s reaction. She had been acting differently before she had sat on Casey’s lap, and if Casey didn’t know better, she’d say that she was uncomfortable sitting there, but she knew that she didn’t actually mind, more so because she knew about y/n’s crush on her. She tried to hide her smirk behind her drink but couldn’t help the thought that this was her chance to tease her a bit. A tiny teasing was no harm.

Casey gently placed her hand over y/n’s thigh, lightly squeezing it, the alcohol was definitely making her bolder. She leaned in close to her, her breath lightly hitting her ear. “You're so cute when you're blushing like that, princess. You know that?"

At first, sitting on her lap didn’t seem like such a bad idea, now, it just seemed to be the worst/best idea she could’ve had. And this was when she thought it was the worst; as she was having a sip of her drink, suddenly she felt Casey’s hand on her thigh and her breath hitting her ear, making her choke on her drink. She swallowed hard as she heard Casey’s words, slightly turning her head to look at her, her lips parting slightly as she tried to suppress the moan that was stuck in her throat. “I…t-thanks.”

Casey chuckled at her reaction, seeing the way when just her hand on her thigh and her breath on her ear affected her so much. She decided to have a little bit more fun with her, just to see how she would react, and maybe get a better look at that cute face of hers when she blushed. She gently gripped her chin, turning her head to face her now. She smiled, her eyes staring into hers. "Can I tell you something princess?"

Y/n’a breath hitched slightly as she looked into Casey’s eyes. She licked her lips nervously as she nodded. “S-Sure.”

Casey leaned in again, her lips brushing against y/n’s ear as she spoke, not wanting anyone else to hear what she was going to say. “You know, you've been driving me absolutely crazy, sitting on my lap." She whispered as she smirked, her hot breath teasing over her ear again.

At that point y/n felt like she’d have some sort of heart attack or that she’d simply stop breathing at some point. Her eyes never left Casey’s, the whole time she spoke. Did she know? About the crush? She had to; she knew she couldn’t lie to Casey. Her words made her whole body shiver, cursing under her breath on how she had such an effect on her with simple touches and words, her face just inches apart from hers, and she wanted to just lean in and-

“You guys should definitely get a room. It’s getting so hot in here.” Melinda chuckled softly as she high five Olivia.

“You have our girl dying over here, Novak. Her little crush is full on showing.” Elliot smirked.

Y/n rapidly snapped her head to look at Elliot. “What?! I do not have a crush on Casey. Casey and I are good friends. That’s all.” Her voice wavered as she spoke, a hint of shakiness.

Casey had to hold back a laugh at y/n’s sudden response to Elliot, at the way her voice went up a pitch and how defensive she was. Instead, she chuckled softly, continuing to smirk, knowing that there was some truth to Elliot’s statement. She lightly squeezed her thigh, giving her a little warning to not get overly defensive. "Oh, don't deny it. Anyone can tell that you're obviously in denial about your feelings for me."

Fuck. She knew. She fucking knew. Y/n turned to look at Casey for a moment and then turned to look at Elliot and the squad. She was so going to kill them for doing this. She chuckled nervously and shook her head. “I do not have a crush. You’re reaching.”

“She’s got you on her lap and you’re one breath away from passing out. C’mon, y/n. You’re not that good at lying.” Munch chuckled.

“Or maybe they’re really just friends, let it go, guys.” Fin joked, chuckling with Munch.

Casey smirked once again as the squad started going in on y/n for having a crush on her, knowing good and well that she did. She gripped y/n’s thigh a little tighter, seeing how she was getting slightly flustered and tried to deny it all once again. She decided then to chime in, leaning down and to her ear, whispering while squeezing her thigh again, her tone slightly cocky. "You sure you don’t have a crush on me, princess? You’re getting awfully defensive.”

Y/n was slightly startled as she felt Casey squeezing her thigh, a small whimper leaving her lips. She was starting to regret wearing a skirt that day. “N-No. I mean…I’m not defensive. It’s just the alcohol.”

“Ah, the alcohol. So, it wouldn’t do anything to you if Casey just started kissing your neck or something like that.” Olivia raised her brows as she smirked.

Casey’s smirk only widened as she heard that small whimper escaped her lips, taking that as a good sign that she couldn’t hold back her reaction to her anymore. Her hand kept gently rubbing up and down her thigh. "Yeah, would it?"

Y/n sighed as she stared at Olivia, wanting so badly to slap her right on the face to wipe off that smirk. She was pushing, and she knew it. “Why don’t you drop it, Benson?” She faked a smile as she grabbed her other drink.

Once again, the squad dropped it, and started chatting again, but Casey was amused and slightly annoyed by the whole situation, seeing how she was trying to deflect the question and avoid further discussion. She couldn't just drop it the way y/n wanted her to. She watched as she took another sip of her drink. She leaned into her ear again, her breath lightly brushing over it as she spoke. “You didn't answer the question, princess."

Y/n almost choked on her drink again as she spoke in her ear once again. She felt her chest heavy, and it was getting harder to breath. She tried to play it cool, pretending like she was listening to the squad’s conversation. She licked her lips softly and cleared her throat, looking down at her drink and placing the glass on her lips just so she could cover them, and the squad couldn’t see that I was answering Casey. “No…it wouldn’t.” She whispered softly as she took another sip of her drink. But of course, that was a lie, and she knew that she knew it.

Casey chuckled upon hearing her answer as she knew that she wasn’t really being honest with her response. Her hand continued to rub up and down her thigh, gently squeezing it every now and then. “And if I just started kissing your neck, what then?" Casey smirked.

Y/n’s breath hit her at her question, feeling shivers running down through her whole body as she tried to remain calm or at least put together. She sighed softly as she shook her head slightly. “You wouldn’t.” She whispered back.

Casey smirked even wider, loving the way she was shaking just at her question. She continued to gently squeeze her thigh, her hand occasionally shifting a little further up and then back down. She gently placed her chin on her shoulder, her lips getting inches away from her neck. She gently bit her earlobe, gently speaking against her skin. "And what makes you think I wouldn’t, princess?”

Y/n gasped quietly as she felt her biting her earlobe, the way she kept gripping her thigh, the way she kept whispering in her ear. She was driving her insane. She swallowed hard as she tried to focus on both Casey’s words and also the squad’s conversation. “Casey, you need to stop…” She whispered softly, but her voice wavered again, betraying her because she knew deep down that she was dying to feel her.

Casey chuckled against her ear once again, thoroughly enjoying hearing the way her voice wavered. She pressed a light kiss to her neck, her hand gently shifting even further up on her thigh, getting under her skirt, getting so close to her underwear. “But why should I stop, baby?” She continued the gentle kisses on her neck, moving to her pulse point, licking it softly and then nipping slightly.

Y/n bit her lip and swallowed back the moan that wanted to come out, closing her eyes for a slight moment but remembering where they were, so she tried to keep her eyes open. She placed one of her hands on the side of Casey’s thigh, gripping it tightly, not sure if it was to stop her or to encourage her to keep going, or just to hold onto something. She licked her lips slowly, trying to calm her beating heart. “Casey…” She whispered softly, a moan getting stuck in her throat again.

Casey couldn't help but chuckle enjoying the way y/n’s hand instinctively squeezed her thigh. She continued to kiss and gently suck on that sensitive spot on her neck, wanting to hear her make those delicious sounds. Her hand finally reached the spot where she knew she so desperately needed her, gently rubbing against the fabric of her underwear. She hummed against her skin as she spoke. "Yes, princess?"

She gasped as she felt her fingertips brushing against her underwear, and the way she kept kissing and gently sucking on her neck. Her eyes widened slightly and were filled with desire as she instinctively bucked her hips, wanting to get friction, anything that would help her with the throbbing between her legs. But just as she was about to answer her, the squad had brought their attention back to them which made her grip Casey’s thigh to stop her.

“You looking a little nervous there, y/n. What is Casey telling you, huh?” Olivia teased as she smirked.

“It would be so much fun to see how you definitely do not have a crush on Casey.” Melinda smirked as she kept pushing.

Casey wished Olivia and Melinda wouldn’t have interrupted, she wanted y/n to keep bucking her hips against her, but she pulled her hand back, but she didn't stop the kisses on her neck, enjoying the frustrated groan that she tried to hold back. She glanced up at Olivia and Melinda, seeing the smirks on their faces and the way they were trying to push the issue further. “Oh please, she's fine. Just a little flustered right now." She retorted, shaking her head in disbelief. She was about to continue with her teasing, but she was cut off by her phone ringing in her pocket. She quickly pulled it out to see who was calling.

“Boyfriend calling, Novak?” Elliot teased as he raised his brow.

Casey chuckled at Elliot’s comment, clearly amused by it. She pulled the phone out and quickly glanced at the caller ID before returning her attention to them. She realized that it was the perfect opportunity to tease her as she noticed y/n tensing up at Elliot’s question. It was just too perfect to pass up. “Actually, it’s my girlfriend,” Casey said, nonchalantly. “She’s probably calling to check up on me.”

Y/n felt her heart dropping at the mention of a ‘girlfriend’, suddenly feeling butterflies in her stomach but definitely not the good kind. She felt sadness take over her and she felt sick to her stomach at the thought that even right now, she had just been teasing her, touching her, and kissing her neck, it could mean something, but it didn’t. She suddenly shut down and looked down at her empty glass and going quiet.

“Girlfriend?! And you didn’t tell us?!” Munch asked surprised, and suddenly the squad, especially Olivia, were staring at y/n before turning their attention back to Casey.

Casey internally cursed at herself as the squad erupted in shock at her 'news', realizing that her plan to tease y/n, backfired big time. She should've known better than to play with her feelings like that. She was distracted from her thoughts by the noticeable distance now placed between the two and she immediately regretted opening her mouth. Casey quickly realized that she needed to try to salvage the situation somehow, and so she did the only thing she could think of: she lied. “Yeah, I’ve been seeing her for a few months now,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

It seemed like time had stopped right in that moment, and suddenly, y/n was completely sober. She licked her lips anxiously as she kept her stare to her glass, not wanting to look at Casey, and suddenly feeling uncomfortable on her lap. Why would she be like that if she had a girlfriend? Why would she do all that if she was seeing someone else? It was painful. “I’ll go get more drinks.” She said before she stood up quickly and walked to the bar.

Casey’s heart stopped entirely as she saw y/n walking away, wanting to slap herself from trying to tease her with that. What was she even thinking that she’d get? Maybe she wanted to see her get jealous, maybe she just wanted to see how far she could go before y/n actually confessed that she had a crush, but she had taken it too far. And then, she heard Fin saying something about a guy, and as she turned to look at the bar, her heart shattered witnessing the interaction between y/n and some random guy, feeling a wave of jealousy wash over her despite having no right to because she had caused this. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself grounded, hating the way her mind began to race with ‘what-ifs’.

As she forced herself to look back at the team, she was met with the sight of Olivia giving her a knowing look, a smirk forming on her face. Melinda couldn't help but stifle a chuckle while Munch silently mouthed 'damn' at Casey. “I know, okay? I fucked up.”

“Then, go and fix it before you actually lose your chance.” Olivia raised her brow as she elbowed Casey.

For a few more moments, Casey remained frozen in her spot, watching the way y/n laughed and joked around with the guy. She watched for a few moments, before she noticed that she had said something to the guy and then made her way to the bathroom, but then Casey noticed how the guy looked around and followed behind. Something inside her snapped, and she found herself standing up, making her way towards the bathroom too rapidly.

Casey made sure to hurry up before the guy could even think about walking in the bathroom, bumping into him and looking at him with a fake smile. “Sorry, girls' bathroom.” She shrugged before she walked in and closed the door, locking it. She watched as y/n leaned over the sink, the sight of her like that only making the heat in her body flare even more. She waited a few moments before stepping up behind her, her hands gently resting on her waist, the heat of her skin now transferring to hers. She gently pressed herself up against y/n’s back, her body pressing against hers, her voice a soft whisper in her ear. “You didn't think you could just walk away after that, princess?"

Y/n had been so distracted, her mind was entirely in another place that she had not heard Casey walking into the bathroom. She let out a gasp as she felt her hands resting on her waist, looking at her through the mirror as she pressed herself against her back. I took a deep shaky breath before I could actually get my words out. “What are you even doing here?” She whispered softly, my eyes not leaving hers through the mirror.

Casey felt good knowing that she still had a reaction to her touch, that maybe there was still a way to salvage this. “We need to talk.”

Y/n scoffed as she pushed Casey away and turned to face. “We don’t have anything to talk about. You can clearly see I’m not drunk, and I perfectly am conscious of what happened back there.”

Casey’s gaze darkened at her stubbornness. She stepped closer to y/n, closing the already small distance between the two, her eyes locked with hers. It was clear that she wasn't going to back down. “You don't have anything to talk about? Really?" She let out a humorless laugh as she shook her head. “You don't have anything to say to me after I saw you with that guy and he was following you here?”

Y/n furrowed her brows, confused as to what she meant the guy had followed her, but then she scoffed, taking a step back without noticing that her back was almost hitting the wall. She shook my head and then shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know what I have to say about that. I wanted him here. We were going to have a good time. And either way, why do you care? Don’t you have to go home to your new girlfriend? I’m sure she’s missing you terribly.” I grinned sarcastically.

Casey felt the pang of jealousy hit her, her heart clenching at the thought of that guy coming in here to fuck her. She clenched her jaw, her eyes narrowing as she stepped closer to her once again, her body almost pinning her against the wall behind her. “You really think I don’t care?” She took another step closer, her voice low and intense as she spoke. “You don’t think I care that I had to watch you smiling and laughing like that with someone that isn’t me?”

Y/n furrowed her brows as she stared at Casey, swallowing hard as she stepped closer to me, her heart beating faster with anger and sadness too. Why was she doing this to her? Why was she torturing her? She had someone back home and she still wanted her to just stay behind and do nothing for myself? It hurt. “And why would you care? You should care if your girlfriend does that. You and I are friends. Why would you care if I decide to take him home and fuck him?” She raised her brow as she defied her, not wanting to give herself up and let sadness take over her.

Casey’s eyes darkened at her defiant tone, her heart breaking at the thought of y/n with someone else. There was a desperate pang in her chest, her hands clenching into fists at her sides out of anger and frustration. Casey suddenly lunged forward, closing the distance between them, and pinning y/n against the wall, her body pressed against hers. “Because I can't stand the thought of you being with someone that isn't me," she snapped, her voice dripping with possessiveness.

Y/n gasped loudly as she felt her back hitting the wall, her eyes widening slightly as Casey pressed her body against hers. She looked into her eyes and her breath hitched slightly. If there was any alcohol left in her system, it was completely gone now, she was more sober than ever. She swallowed hard at her words, and then they hit her, her lips parting slightly. “You…don’t have a girlfriend, do you?” She whispered softly as her eyes darted all over her face. “You said that to get a reaction out of me.”

Casey felt her own heart racing in her chest as she finally had y/n pinned against the wall, the proximity making her feel alive. Her gaze remained fixed on hers, her body pressed firmly against hers, as she spoke in a low, almost inaudible whisper. “I lied," she admitted, her voice barely audible above the bass of the bar music that leaked through the bathroom door. “It was a stupid move, and I shouldn't have done it." A sad huff of laughter left her lips.

Y/n’s whole body shivered, her heart now pounding in her chest as she let her words sink in. She licked her lips softly as she stared into her eyes, suddenly her stomach was filled with butterflies, and this time…they were good ones. The sad huff of laughter that left her lips, it made her realize how she had regretted saying that. Casey had shown so many signs that she wanted her just as much as y/n wanted her, and she had been blind. She placed her hands on her neck, keeping her head up so she could look into her eyes. “Then show me that I belong to you.” She whispered softly.

Casey’s breath hitched at the feeling of her hands on her neck, the words leaving her lips igniting a fire within her. Without a moment's hesitation, she leaned in, her mouth crashing against y/n’s in a fierce and passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with months of unsaid words and pent-up desire, her body molding perfectly against hers, leaving no space between the two of them. Y/n felt her breath catch in the back of her throat, she let her eyes flutter shut as she felt the passion and the fierce feeling on the kiss, it was finally happening, letting herself completely melt against her, wrapping her arms around her neck, pulling her closer. She didn’t care about how needy or desperate she might’ve seemed. Y/n let her tongue swipe against her bottom lip, asking for entrance, making Casey gasp at the feeling of her tongue against her bottom lip, and she willingly parted her lips to let her in, her own tongue immediately coming out to tangle with hers.

Casey pressed her hips against y/n’a, trapping her against the wall, her hands roaming over her body, desperately wanting to feel more. She broke the kiss for just a moment, her breathing heavy and her voice low and husky. “You have no idea how badly I've wanted you, princess... ever since the first moment I laid eyes on you..."

Y/n bucked her hips against hers to find any sort of friction. Her hands moved up to her hair, trying to keep her closer, but then she felt shivers running down her spine at Casey’s words, her lips parting in surprise as she stared into her eyes.“Really?” She asked softly, not believing her words, and thinking maybe it had been the alcohol talking.

Casey leaned in, her lips brushing against her ear, her fingers caressing the exposed skin of her thigh, slowly trailing up higher under the fabric of her skirt. She nuzzled into her neck, her voice low as she spoke. "Yes, baby…you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to touch you, to feel you, to taste you…”

Y/n let out a shaky gasp as she felt her fingers caressing her thigh once again, making her whine quietly. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, giving Casey more access to her neck, her fingers ran through her hair, gripping it to keep her close. “I-I’ve wanted you too…so badly. God, I need you so badly, Casey.” She breathed out as she moaned, her hips bucking more into hers.

Casey smiled against her neck, she trailed her fingers a little higher under her skirt, her teeth gently biting down on her neck, marking it with a small bite. Her voice low and husky as she responded. “Mmm…I can tell just how badly you need me."

Y/n moaned louder as she bit down on her neck, thankful that the music was loud enough for her moans to stay in the bathroom. And when she felt her fingertips tracing her inner thigh, she couldn’t help but breathe heavily. “Please, Casey…I need you…” She moaned out as she moved her head to stare into her eyes, her hands gripping her shoulders.

Casey moved her leg between hers, her thigh brushing against the sensitive spot between her legs, the only fabric separating their bodies were y/n’a underwear and her pants. She moved her hand further up her thigh, her fingers gently tracing along the edge of her underwear. "Please what, princess?"

Y/n wrapped on of her arms around Casey’s neck to support herself while the other stayed gripping her hair, feeling like her knees where about to give up because of the pleasure she felt. As her fingers traced the edge of her underwear, she let out needy moan, her hand gripping her shirt. “F-Fuck, Case. I need you. Please, just touch me.” She whispered softly as she stared into her eyes.

Casey leaned in, her lips right next to her ear as she whispered. "Is that what you need, princess? For me to touch you?" Without waiting for an answer, she pressed her leg even harder against her center, her hands moving to lift up her skirt, which was now rucked up around her waist, one of her hands moving back to her hips and the other teasing her inner thigh, getting so close to where she needed her.

Y/n gasped loudly at her sudden moves, the pressure her leg was putting against her center and the way her hands rapidly moved to lift her skirt. Her hand gripped Casey’s shirt and the other moved to her neck, bringing their faces close, their lips brushing against each other as she bucked her hips against her leg and hand. “Please stop teasing me and fuck me. I need you now, Casey.” She groaned softly, desperate to feel Casey’s fingers inside of her or any sort of friction at this point, her underwear surely ruined.

Casey leaned in, her lips brushing against her, chuckling darkly. "Mmm…desperate, are we, princess?" she teased, a sly smile on her face. She moved her underwear aside and her fingers finally moved towards her pussy, gently she ran them between her folds, feeling the wetness that has accumulated, a soft moan leaving her lips.

Y/n chuckled softly against her lips, blushing slightly at her words. “Can you blame me?” But then, she felt her fingers, a shaky gasp escaped me as her body arched against her. She let out another moan. "Oh god…please, that feels so good…" She whimpered softly, barely able to get the words out.

Casey moved her fingers in gentle circles, moving through her folds, to her entrance but avoiding her clit. Her lips moved to her neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses and bites along the sensitive skin. "Mmm…I love the way you moan for me, princess..." She smirked before she slipped two fingers inside her and began to slowly thrust her fingers in a slow motion.

Y/n moaned loudly, and rested her forehead against her shoulder, small pants leaving her lips as her fingers moved inside her, her hips instinctively moving with her. “F-Fuck, Casey…” She moaned as she buried her face into the crook of her neck.

Even though they were in a public place, Casey didn't care at all if anyone heard them or what they would think. Casey started a quick rhythm, adding a third finger and curling them inside her with each thrust. She then pressed her thumb to her clit, so she could push her closer to the edge with each thrust. Her lips were attached to her neck, nibbling, and licking every inch of her neck. Y/n tried so hard to stay quiet, knowing perfectly they were in a public place, specifically, in a bathroom, but she couldn’t keep her moans inside when Casey was making her feel so good. It was becoming harder to breathe, her body trembling and her hips thrusting more into Casey. Her brain went blank when she felt the way she was fucking her, the way her lips kept nibbling and licking her neck. She was close, she could feel it. Y/n grabbed Casey’s face and crashed their lips together.

Y/n could barely kiss her, panting more than anything, moaning loudly, she felt her body begin to melt. “C-Casey…I…I’m close…”

Casey’s fingers continued their quick and relentless rhythm, the kiss messy and sloppy at some point. She crooks her fingers into you, rocking them in and out with a wet squelch. She broke the kiss as she panted, biting her lip, and pulling on it before she stared into her eyes, grinning softly. “Come for me, princess. I want to hear you…” She curled her fingers and leaned down to nip on her neck.

It became almost impossible to speak, y/n’s words becoming broken and shaky, her breath getting more and more labored as she got closer and closer. “Oh God…I’m…I’m gonna-“ She gasped out, her body trembling and her knees shaking, her hips moving against her fingers, trying to find the release she desperately needed. “F-fuck…” The feeling of her fingers and her words were enough to bring her right to the edge, gasping and trembling. With a final push, her back arched, her moans getting louder as her body literally twitched as her climax hit. “Casey! F-fuck…!” She couldn’t stop herself from screaming her name, her grip tightened on her as she came.

Casey continued working her through her orgasm, her fingers not stopping, wanting to prolong her pleasure for as long as she could. The feeling of her body trembling against her was a feeling she never wanted to forget, and she didn’t stop until her body finally relaxed. She slowly pulled away, her heart racing as she stared at her, completely in awe at how beautiful she looked at that moment. “God, you’re gorgeous…” She whispered as she pulled her fingers out slowly, bringing them to y/n’s lips. “Open…”

She couldn’t help but feel a mixture of emotions swirling inside her, her entire body on a high after experiencing such intense pleasure. As she heard her calling her gorgeous, her cheeks turned beet red, she couldn’t help but bite back a smile, panting heavily as she tried to calm down. She grabbed Casey’s hand, wrapping her lips around them, licking them clean, her tongue swirling around her fingers and moaning at her own taste. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth with a pop, her eyes meeting Casey’s. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

Watching y/n clean Casey’s fingers off like that, seeing her taste herself, it was absolutely sinful. Casey was absolutely enraptured by her, and she found herself unable to take her eyes off of her. With her free hand, she brought it up to her face, brushing back her hair, gently caressing her cheek. “God, you’re so beautiful…so perfect…”

Y/n leaned against Casey’s hand, turning her head slightly to kiss her palm, her breathing slowly coming back to normal. “So are you…I’ve wanted you for so long.” She chuckled softly as she stared into her eyes.

Casey smiled, her heart swelling with affection. Her hands moved to y/n’s waist, gently pulling her closer, wanting to be as close as possible. “I’ve wanted you for months. You were all I could think about. And…I am so sorry about the girlfriend thing. I thought I’d tease you about it and now I know it was a fucked up thing.”

Y/n smiled softly as she shook her head, her hands going to Casey’s neck and traced her jawline with her thumbs. “I mean…it was a fucked up thing but…it’s alright. You made up for it.” She grinned as she chuckled, leaning in, and placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

Casey sighed softly as she leaned her forehead against hers, chuckling softly too as she shook her head. “You know the squad won’t stop teasing us about this, right?”

“Oh, that I am sure of. I’m already preparing myself.” Y/n chuckled again as she pulled away enough to look at Casey, running her fingers through it. “So…can I return the favor?” She bit her lip softly as her eyes darted down to Casey’s lips and then back to her eyes.

Casey chuckled softly at her words but smirked, her hands moving to fix y/n’s skirt, pulling it down but not before she squeezed y/n’s ass. “How does going back to my place sound? I think we would be way more comfortable.” She raised her brow as she leaned down and kissed y/n’s jawline, trailing her kisses down to her neck.

Y/n felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of going back to Casey’s place, nodding her head a bit too eagerly. “Sounds perfect.” She then pulled Casey’s hair and made her look into her eyes, smirking as her fingertip traced her jawline and down to her neck. “I definitely want to take my revenge on all the marks you left on my neck.”

“Thank god winter is here. Turtlenecks won’t be such a pain in the ass.” Casey laughed softly along with y/n before she took her hand and pulled her with her out of the bathroom.

As soon as the squad noticed the girls walking back to them hand in hand, they started cheering and clapping, Munch looking at his watch and then back to the girls. “Record time, less than 15 min. I’ve heard the record is 20.” He teased as he laughed with Fin.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she grinned and grabbed her purse. “You guys are the worse.”

“Oh, but it worked, didn’t it?” Olivia smirked.

Y/n stared at her for a moment, now understanding why she had been so pushy about her wearing a skirt and sitting beside Casey. She could only shook her head and smile. “Thank you I guess.”

Casey nodded as she smirked. “Indeed, thank you. We’re gonna leave, though. Thanks for the drinks, and next round is on me.” She said as she left some money on the table and grabbed y/n’s hand again, pulling her to the exit.

“Your neck looks so pretty by the way, y/n!” Melinda yelled as she laughed with the rest.

“They’re really not gonna leave us alone.” Y/n said once they left the bar, standing outside and looking into Casey’s eyes as they stopped to wait for a taxi.

Casey chuckled softly as she put a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on her lips. “Let them talk. At least everyone will know that you’re mine.”

Y/n smirked as she leaned in and kissed Casey again, squeezing her hand. “It was definitely not a bad idea to wear this.” She whispered softly, chuckling with Casey.

[ethereal-blossom]

My thoughts on dating... Dazai!

Credits to @kisara-16 because she basically co-wrote this through our conversations about Dazai. Seriously, these headcanons wouldn't look like this without her amazing insight on Dazai!

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-Instant love is not an option when it comes to Dazai. He can think you're pretty when he first lays his eyes on you, and he can be impressed and admire certain qualities, but he's not going to fall in love that easily. Falling in love requires vulnerability and indirectly the acceptance of a possible loss. No, a slow burn sounds more right.

-Building up trust is the key to getting Dazai vulnerable. You're going to have to prove that you won't leave him. It's not an easy task as Dazai will make you face many challenges, like calling you up in the middle of the night because he's "too drunk" to walk home from the bar yet you're chasing him around the entire city up till dawn.

-However, there are more things needed to win over Dazai's heart. Little things over a long span of time, to be more precise. Dazai is a stranger yet attracted to sincerity and kindness, so a combination of these two things would pull his heartstrings.

-Imagine Dazai sitting at his desk and suddenly you put a can of crab on it. He's confused, but then you explain how you rarely see him eat at the ADA. When Dazai asks you why you chose a can of crab, you answer that he once tried to convince Kunikida to buy it for him with the promise he'd finish that long overdue paperwork. Dazai would be so surprised if someone, you, paid attention to him and remembered a detail from an interaction that didn't even involve you. (Credits to Kisara for this scenario!)

-Dazai would be oblivious to his crush on you at first, may it be because he's scared or the foreignness of the emotion. When Dazai does realize he has feelings for you, he tries to distance himself. As Dazai said, everything he wants is lost the minute he obtains it. He can't afford to add another wound to an already scarred heart. It's crucial to be consistent and prove you're not willing to leave, and that you desire to live.

-You'll have to confess first. Although Dazai easily picks up on other people's emotions and knows how to manipulate them, he has trouble handling his own. Vulnerability is something Dazai fears and that includes opening up about his feelings to you. He would wait until you make the first move.

-If you're scared though, don't worry! Dazai picked up on your crush on him as well as your struggle to confess. He'll tease you until you're convinced he needs to have some interest in you. Imagine being in the ADA kitchen and Dazai pops up behind you. His front is pressed against your back while he's trying to grab something that so accidentally happens to be at your coffee maker. "Don't mind me," he whispers softly into your ear. He could grab it much faster but why wouldn't he take his sweet time? After all, it's so cute how your body reacts to his close presence. And who knows, maybe it makes you confess sooner.

-When you do confess, Dazai might act light-heartened about it. "Oh, Belladonna, I knew you'd fall for my charms eventually! What about a lovely double suicide for our first date?" But don't let it fool you. He's excited yet nervous that you asked him out. He just needs to hide it for the both of you.

-You might also need to kiss him first. Dazai will turn it into a challenge to see how long you can resist kissing him. Imagine Dazai catching you looking at his lips. You turn your head the second you notice Dazai caught onto you, but then his slender fingers grab your chin, turning your head back to him. His eyes lock with yours, the air is filled with want... and then he lets go, focusing on whatever you were doing. The longer you wait for him to kiss you, the more seriously Dazai takes the challenge.

-Dazai's kisses are usually playful and teasing. He knows what makes you stand on the tip of your toes for more. One of the cuter things is when he taps on your shoulder only to appear on the opposite side to kiss your cheek.

-The PDA will be very clownery. Not sure if I wrote something similar for another post, but: If Dazai wants to cuddle with you at the ADA, he's going to drag you to the couch whining like a child needy for attention. It's all to hide that he craves your touch. Physical touch is an intimate action for Dazai as he rarely lets someone that close into his personal space and when he touches someone, it's rarely to show affection. Such an intimate action is something Dazai prefers to hide from his co-workers and strangers, so the way he goes around it is by using his desire for your touch to strengthen his reputation as a lazy clown.

-Nevertheless, there are going to be intimate, hidden touches throughout the day. He'll lightly bump into you at the copy machine. He'll then place his hands on your shoulders as if to steady you and innocently smiles "Sorry, can't have you falling for me again, sugar cube!" Or when nobody is watching and he delicately caresses your lower back for a split second. And perhaps the times your shoulders brush slightly aren't as accidental as they appear to be.

-Physical touch is more intimate when you're in one of your dorms, though. It's where Dazai doesn't have to worry about appearing soft or vulnerable. He loves it when you play with his hair, although it'd be an unfamiliar sensation at first. He'd relax so much if you made him lay his head in your lap while you do your skin-care routine on him. When you fill him in on everything that's going on in your mind while touching his skin aka giving him personal attention... He could never get tired of it.

-Dazai's favorite love language to receive is physical touch. He's so touch-starved, especially with the layers of bandages decorating his skin. It's going to take a long time before Dazai feels at ease and safe enough to remove the bandages around you, though. It's not something he's going to be comfortable with doing at the start of your relationship. Honestly, a lot of things that require even a bit of vulnerability turn into slow burns with Dazai. Even holding hands is a huge milestone that feels intimate to him. You really need to have patience and while you sometimes have to push him outside of his comfort zone or take the initiative, you cannot be too pushy either.

-Once Dazai agrees to remove his bandages, be extra tender with him. Kiss him softly and gently remove the bandages around his neck. Instead of staring at his skin and making him feel self-conscious, start placing kisses on his neck and then slowly trail down to the exposed part of his neck, leaving hickeys at places you couldn't before. Don't immediately let Dazai remove all his bandages. Take it step by step. Leave days between them. You don't have to remove his shield in one go.

-Dazai doesn't often initiate dates as he's rather easy in that aspect. It's not to say that he never takes you out, though! What Dazai values most on dates is the proximity of you and the memories that are being made. When Dazai wants to go on a date, they're rather spontaneous and unpredictable. One minute you're working and before you know it, he makes you chase him to a park. A fun date idea could be escape rooms! Of course, Dazai is smart enough to escape within five minutes, but he enjoys the proximity of it. He'll have already figured out where the key is, but why would he say it? Not only does that make you leave the room sooner, but he finds your cute dedication to escape it endearing. Dazai would also really like cafe or bar dates, but he also wouldn't say no to a date filled with surprises (if you manage to be sneaky enough to surprise him, that is).

-Dazai takes care of you from the shadows. He's a tsundere. So when he does an act of service, it's hard to tell it's him. For example, let's say you're very tired. When Atsushi is ready to grab a cup of coffee from the cafe, Dazai randomly brings up how tired you've looked all day. Next thing you know, Atsushi brings you a cup of coffee.

-Dazai isn't the one to get jealous easily, but oh does he taste it when somebody else thinks they can wrap you around their fingers when you're already wrapped around his. Softly said, it's not appreciated. It's hard to tell when Dazai is jealous, but he does get extra clingy and starts making it obvious that you belong to him. They're looking at your hair? Oops, Dazai is brushing it behind your ear. They're looking at your cheek? Dazai kisses it. They're trying to make a conversation with you? Dazai is answering all the questions in the most annoying way. They try to stand closer to you? Dazai has an arm around your waist, pressing you against him.

-When you need a hug for comfort, Dazai will make a remark on how clingy you are. But when you want to pull away, he hugs you even tighter and doesn't let go until he feels your heart rate go back to its usual tempo.

-Dazai prefers to sleep next to you. It doesn't necessarily helps him fall asleep (although it does make him feel more relaxed) but Dazai enjoys to have you in his arms, listening to your steady heartbeat and breathing, feel your warmth, and loves to have you close even though you're sleeping. It makes the night a bit more bearable and less lonely.

-Dazai isn't very used to praise, and if he does, then it usually doesn't mean anything to him. He knows he's smart. He's aware people perceive him as handsome. Nothing new. However, he'd secretly get flustered when it's you who praises him. It's the way you praise him with such sincerity and admiration without expecting anything back that makes the blood want to rush to his cheeks. Dazai knows how to smoothly hide his face, although you can still catch a tiny hint of him being flustered if the praise comes so unexpectedly.

-He's not always going to believe your praise, sadly. Not because Dazai doesn't trust you, but because Dazai doesn't believe himself to be a good human. So, whenever you praise him for being kind or beautiful, he's hesitant to internally accept it.

-Dazai calls you cringy pet names in public + Belladonna, but in the safety of your dorms he calls you "love" and "dear." All credits to Kisara and I'm still fangirling over how accurate this feels: "Sweet angel princess Belladonna, would you possibly... reconsider my double suicide offer?"

-Self-care does not come natural to Dazai. He is a pro in neglecting himself, so it is important that you motivate him in taking care of himself. Dazai will whine about how he does not want to shower only for him to do a full 180 turn when you offer to shower together. He clings to his can of crab, claiming it is all he need, only to change his mind once you make a delicious homemade meal (emphasis on you because there is something about knowing you made it that makes the food more enticing).

-To be fair, there are downsides to dating Dazai that you have to deal with. His acts of service often isn't noticeable, he has trouble opening up and sharing what is happening inside his head, and he requires patience on many surfaces. There are times he is as ungraspable as the wind. However;

-If there's one thing Dazai considers most important then it's your life. He has lost too many and he's not ready to lose you, too. So, it's almost a given that Dazai feels protective of you. He wouldn't let anyone harm you and if someone does... Well, that automatically makes them Dazai's enemy and we know what saying goes around. If you actually once get seriously hurt on a mission, it's going to keep Dazai up for the next couple of nights. Sure, the Agency has Yosano and she fixed you up like a pro, but still. What would've happened if they got you to Yosano too late? Especially if you got hurt in Dazai's plan, he'd beat himself up. Either way, he's going to feel like he should have predicted it. He praises himself for his intelligence but couldn't even use it to keep his love safe? Pathetic. Dazai is going to find it endearing though if you decide to stay up with him even though you're basically falling asleep on his shoulder.

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-As I mentioned before, holding hands is already going to be a huge achievement, so I don't think you will sleep together very soon in the relationship.

-This man is unmotivated to do anything until we're talking about how many orgasms he can get out of you. Dazai is both a fan of overstimulation and edging. He will edge you for what feels like hours on end to then go full out without hitting the brakes because "Wasn't that what you were begging me for, my Bella?"

-I am not saying Dazai has a praise kink but he is going to be flustered the first few times you praise him during (oral) sex. Imagine moaning his name in the middle of the act and Dazai, the tease that he is, asks "Yes, love?" "Mhm, you are doing so good, Osamu." Instantly, Dazai's pace stutters and slows down as he lets the words sink in. "Is that so?" he replies before muttering to himself "Better live up to the expectations then." Good luck walking the next day, you will need it.

-He probably has been praised before when pleasuring other women but it never did matter as much to him as your praise does.

-I don't think Dazai is that much into degradation. I can't see him wanting to degrade someone he deeply cares about; the closest you will get him to degradation is when he teases how desperate you are for him. However, if you are into it, he will degrade you more because he knows it serves the purpose of pleasuring you.

-Dazai is going to be soft and gentle the first time you will do it. He is self-aware enough to know the times he has been cruel, so he feels extra motivated to do this right. If it is your actual first time, Dazai is more scared of hurting you and feels more pressure to make this time as memorable and pleasurable as possible. He will prep you extra well, entering you slowly while observing every sign that tells him you are hurting, and he will take all the time in the world before he starts moving in and out. During all of that, he coos lovely words that comfort you and distract you from the pain.

-Dazai is a switch with a preference to dom. It will take a while before he takes the role of the sub. When he does, make sure to be gentle with him.

-At the start, Dazai prefers to give. He barely prioritizes himself, so he doesn't make a huge deal out of being on the receiving end. It is quite the opposite: Dazai is aware he does not show love easily and this is a skill he is confident in to show you how devoted he is to you. Yet, a new world opened to Dazai when he realized how good this feels with you. The difference between before and now is the emotions and attachment he feels towards you, which increases his pleasure during such intimate acts. Soon, Dazai will want to drown in the pleasure that you give him and crave more of it like a selfish man.

-Dazai is a pro with his mouth and fingers. Not only that, but he mastered the art of sensuality. He understands roughness, speed, and impatience are not everything. He knows how to make your body tremble with the unbearable slow trace of a single finger against your bare skin, the intimacy of an intense gaze, and the tone of his voice when he tells you all the things that will you crave more of him.

[bloatedandalone04]

Illicit Affairs

➪the one where leon is yours entirely, even though he is married to someone else.

Warnings: cheating, affairs, swearing, unprotected sex, fluffy sex, mentions of cheating, angst, smut, toxic relationships, small amount of ada slander since that is actually a warning i found out, mentions of divorce and all that fun stuff

Word Count: 3.3k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Left the door unlocked, just in case. I hope you had a good day.

That was the text Leon is met with as he enters the house he shared with his wife. His thumbs ghosted over the screen, his mind trying to come up with a good enough answer that wouldn’t leave you feeling cheap. There was nothing he could say through text, he decided, and he ended up pocketing his phone and heading towards his bedroom. 

Ada was sitting against the headboard, picking at her freshly painted red nails with a dangerous glint in her eyes. Her engagement and wedding rings reflected off the bedside table lamp, and Leon wished he cared enough to remember where he had placed his own wedding band after taking it off many weeks ago, but it held no meaning to him. “Late again, Leon,” she muttered, glaring at him as he entered the room. “What was it this time?” 

Leon huffed as he walked towards the dresser. “Work,” he answered and he was being completely truthful, not that she’d ever believe him - which is quite hypocritical, if he had to be honest. He was well aware of the many times she came home late, and the many more times she never came home at all. She was just as bad as him, maybe even worse. “Like last time.”

Ada scoffed, tossing the sheets over her body and crossing her arms. “Liar,” 

She was trying to get under his skin, something she has always been able to do, even back when he was twenty one years old. Now at the age of twenty eight, he had no idea why he still continues to put himself through this. 

He was so sure that what he felt for the woman was love, but after four years with her, he quickly found out that it was lust. He met her when he was just starting out and had no idea what love even was, but he knew that it wasn’t what he felt for her. 

At first he was infatuated with her. It was a cat and mouse game that left him feeling like he could never truly and fully have her, and that was still true to this day. 

He married her, and yet she still wasn’t his. 

The guys she met at the bar. The men she ran into on missions. The rookies who had information she wanted, but didn’t need. She was all of theirs, as well as Leon’s, but never in full. 

Leon kept his back to her as he rolled his eyes and rummaged around in his drawer. “Whatever, Ada,” he muttered, grabbing his grey sweats before opening another drawer. 

“Don’t whatever me, Leon,” she seethed. “Don’t act like you haven’t been sneaking around on me. We both know you have. Some poor, naive girl who thinks you’re actually into her but probably doesn’t even know you’re married to me.”

Leon hated the way she was talking about you, and she was once again getting under his skin. He slams the drawer shut loudly after grabbing a black tee, turning towards his wife with a fire in his eyes. “You’re one to talk,” he growls. “You’ve been sleeping around since before we even got married. You haven’t changed, and I was dumb enough to believe you would.”

Ada’s eyes widened a bit but she tried to hide it by sitting up a little straighter.

He caught her, though. And they both knew it. “Yeah,” he laughs, the sound lacking any humor. “Haven’t been as discreet about it as you thought, huh?”

Leon turns to leave the room, but she wasn’t done playing with him, clearly. “Oh, come on, Leon,” she called out, dropping her attitude and making her voice sound sultry. “We both know how good we are together. Just come to bed with me. We can forget all about this.” 

She pushes the sheets off her body and crawls over to him, kneeling on the bed and running her hand up his arm. “Ada-”

“Shh,” she purrs, reaching her hands up and capturing his lips in a messy kiss. He doesn’t move at all, even though he wants to pull away, he also wants to prove a point. The fact that this was the first kiss they’ve shared in months should be a clear enough sign that this was completely over. She smirks when she pulls away, licking at her slightly wet lips. “See? You feel that?”

Leon didn’t know what he was supposed to be feeling, but he knew that she was trying to coax him into bed with her so he can fuck her and then pretend like their relationship was a normal and healthy one. 

When her hand wanders down his body and is about to touch him through his jeans, his own shoots out and his fingers wrap around her wrist, successfully halting her advances. “I don’t feel a thing,” he says, his voice so serious it had her eyes narrowing as she ripped her hand away from him. 

She sat back in disgust, crossing her arms again. “You can’t leave, Leon,” she states, unaware of just how far gone he is from her control over him. He’s detached from her completely and felt nothing for her but resentment. And maybe a little anger at the years he’s wasted chasing after her when she didn’t want him at all. 

“I want a divorce, Ada,” he says, voice monotone as he turns away and leaves the room. 

She yells harsh words after him but makes no move to stop him, further proving the point that she didn’t care. And neither did he.

Leon hates how much time he’s wasted with her when he could’ve been with you. You could’ve been his, officially, had he not been so afraid to let go of something he’s spent so much of his adulthood holding onto. 

He grabs his keys from off the counter, where he had tossed them not even ten minutes ago when he arrived home, and leaves the house, his mind on you as he hastily types out a reply to you and starts his car.

-

I’m sorry.

You read the text over and over again as you lie on your side in bed. 

What was he apologizing for? For stringing you along? For promising he’s going to leave his wife but never does? For not showing up tonight? 

The night was still young, so he might still show up, but the fact still stands. 

You felt terrible. 

Leon’s marriage was an unhappy one, and you knew he found happiness with you, but he hadn’t made it official yet, nor had he broken things off with Ada yet. Was it all a lie? Does he only come to you for an easy lay? For a sense of normalcy? 

You weren’t sure you wanted the answer. 

Falling in love with him was slowly breaking your heart, but you really didn’t have a choice. Leon was every girl’s dream and only became unfaithful when he grew sick of the lonely nights where his wife went off and fucked half the town. 

From what you know, you’re the only person he’s seeing, and that was enough for you to keep on inviting him to come over and escape from that environment. 

How Ada could ever take him for granted was beyond you. 

You shut off your phone and set it on the nightstand beside you after reading the time. It was nearing twelve in the morning and you were beginning to feel a bit like an idiot after sending that text to him. 

It was an invitation to stay at your house, and you even threw in a dumb line about his day, all because you knew Ada didn’t care enough to ask him that herself. 

As you begin to get more comfortable in bed, the sound of the front door opening then locking pierces your ears. Your mood lifts considerably at the fact that he had shown up after all, but you also knew you would be met with the same old line of ‘I’m going to break up with her, I promise’. 

You really weren’t sure how much more your heart could take. 

Quiet footsteps neared your bedroom, where the door slowly creaked open. “Y/n?” His soft voice called out and you just shifted to let him know that you were still awake. Leon kicks off his boots and drops his sweats and tee onto the top of your dresser before pulling the covers back and moving to lay behind you. “Sweetheart.”

“Hi,” you greet quietly, keeping your back to him. 

“Hi,” he says back, wrapping his arms around you. “I missed you.”

You stiffen slightly. “Did you?” You ask harshly, instantly regretting it when he doesn’t respond. You turn your head and look back at him, seeing guilt swim in his blue eyes, even in the dark room. Sighing, you turn back around. “I missed you, too.”

Leon could hear the tiredness in your voice, and he knew it wasn’t because of how late it was. He knew it was because of his broken promises of leaving his wife, but never sticking to them. Until now. “Baby,” he called softly, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the side of your head, smiling at the way you lean into his touch. “I asked for a divorce.”

That had your eyes widening and you tried to turn around, but his arms kept you still. “Really?” You ask as you settle against him once again. When he nodded and hummed, you added, “When?”

“Before I came here,” he answered, tangling his legs with yours under the sheets. 

Your lips tremble as you try not to get too ahead of yourself. “Leon,” you nearly whisper. 

“It’s over,” he confirmed, kissing your head again. “I promise, this is the last time. She doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.” 

“And me?” You felt selfish for asking, but you needed to know that you weren’t the only one feeling this between you and him. 

Leon’s hand slides under your shirt as he pulls your body closer to his. “You’re my girl,” he mumbles. “And I love you.”

Your head turns again and you keep your back to his chest as you grin. “You love me?” 

He nods, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. “So much,” 

Reaching behind you, your hand tangles in his hair as you pull his head closer to yours. “I love you, too,” you confess, pressing your lips to his afterwards in a kiss that was all smiles. “I missed you, Leon.”

Leon runs his hand higher up your body and strokes the undersides of your breasts. “I missed you, too,” he says as he kisses along your neck. “I thought about you all day.”

“Leon,” you hummed, gripping his hair tighter as his fingers began to tease your nipples. His thumb and index finger gently pinch and pull at the buds, making your legs squeeze around his. “God.”

With the arm that is pinned under your body, his fingers continue to tease your chest while his other hand slides down your body. “I need you, sweetheart,” he nearly begs. “Please.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt like this about Ada, and it was clear that you had completely changed his perspective on what a real, happy relationship looked and felt like. 

You remove your hand from his hair and wrap your fingers around his wrist, sliding his hand lower down your body until he is softly rubbing your clit through your panties. “Take me, Leon,” you request in a whisper, reaching behind you so you could gently palm him through his jeans. “I’m yours.”

Leon kisses you deeply, sliding his hand in between the lace and your skin so he could properly tease your clit. “All mine,” he stated when you pulled away and moaned. “‘M all yours, too, baby.” 

You whimper when his index finger gathered up your wetness before sinking into you knuckle deep. “Leon,” you moan quietly, struggling to unzip his jeans from the position, but somehow managing to.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder blade. He thrusts his finger a couple of times before adding his middle and allowing his thumb to rub bruising circles onto your clit. “Everything I could ever want.”

This is how it’s supposed to be. 

You never pressured him to do anything, never forced anything or broke his trust in any way. It felt so right with you, like how a relationship should. 

He didn’t have to force himself to love you, that was something that came naturally, and quite quickly. 

Running into you at that bar nearly seven months ago was one of the best things that has ever happened to him, and he wouldn’t take that day back for anything in the whole world. 

“Leon,” you moan and it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. “Please, fuck, I need you.” 

“I’m right here,” he promised, kissing the side of your head as he slowed down the fucks of his hand in order to help your own rid him of his uncomfortable jeans. “You want this?” He asks, just to be sure you weren’t thinking this was all he came here for. 

Really, he would’ve been completely content with spending the night fully clothed and in your arms, but he was also more than okay with ending his day with you wrapped around him. 

“I want this,” you kiss him deeply, the angle making your neck hurt a bit but you don’t care. You kick off your panties as you ask, “Do you?”

Another thing he wasn’t used to, the question of consent that sounded so sweet coming from you. “Always,” he answered, kissing you again when you reached back and pulled him free before guiding him to your slick entrance. He slips into you with a deep groan, the quiet gasp you emit making his head spin in the best way. “I love you. I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”

You shake your head and reach back to grip his hair as he pulls your leg to rest over his. “I think I would’ve waited forever, Leon,” you confessed as he began to slowly rock into you. 

He grunted quietly at your words and felt his whole body heat up, as well as his heart begin to race. He had never felt this way before, and he was glad he had found the person to experience this with at a still young age. 

Leon didn’t ever want to let you go after the first night he met you, and that only intensified as the months went on. “Yeah?” He asked as his hand settled on your hip, his other arm wrapping tightly around you. “I can promise you this, baby, I wouldn’t have made you wait that long. But I love you for telling me that.”

You lean back and kiss him, your brows furrowing at the slow fucks of his hips. “I love you, too, Leon,” you say back, placing your hand on his that was still tightly gripping your waist. “I just want you to be happy.”

He kissed along your neck, his teeth nipping at various spots. “You make me happy,” he rasped, pulling your body impossibly closer to his as he loved on you in more ways than one. “I’ve never been happier.”

You moan at his words, your heart swelling with pride and a bit of shock at the fact that you were, it seems like, the only person who truly has his entire heart, and the only one who has made him feel like this. 

At the sound of Leon’s quiet grunts, you allow yourself to lean back and against him completely, the assurance that he was yours entirely after tonight at the front of your mind. 

“You make me happy, too,” you say as you bury the side of your face in your pillow. Leon hums in response, pushing your hair away from your neck with his nose before kissing the skin there. “Leon…can I?”

He opens his eyes and looks down at you, noting the way your head was turned so your lips were ghosting against the base of his throat. Without you even finishing your question, he knew what you were asking, and he somehow got even more turned on at your request. 

A deep grunt leaves his mouth as he nods, gripping your hip tightly and thrusting into you. “Yeah, baby,” he answered. You smile and moan quietly before kissing his neck, your lips teasing his spotless skin. He grunts again, tilting his head a bit and exposing more of his neck to you. “Do it, baby. Please.”

You give in and suck a mark onto the base of his throat, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat against your lips as you stay there for a bit. He groaned loudly, and the thought of Ada seeing the hickey when he returned back to her with divorce papers sent his mind into a frenzy. He wanted her to see it after seemingly assuming that he had no one other than her. Oh, how wrong she is.

Pulling away with a lopsided grin, you bury your face in the pillow again when he sped up the pace of his hips.  

He couldn’t wait for this to become his normal life soon. The sound of your sweet moans filling your room played on repeat in his head whenever he was away from you, and your kind smile was the only thing he thought about when he went to sleep. 

“You’re everything I want,” he promised as his hand slipped from your waist and found your clit once again. Your body shuddered against his as a loud moan left your mouth, and you reached a hand down to grip his wrist. “Everything to me.”

“Leon,” you whimper and arch your back a bit as you feel your high quickly approach. Your hand wraps tighter around his wrist as your moans increase in volume, chanting a multitude of “Please.”

“You close, sweet girl?” He asked, already knowing the answer as he felt you clench helplessly around him. 

“Yes,” you replied in a breathy whisper, pulling his hand from in between your legs and pressing it against your chest. “Please, Leon.”

He wraps his hand around your breast, his thumb rubbing against your nipple through your shirt. You cry out and he feels your walls spasm a bit as you come around him, your core sucking him in even deeper and begging him to mark it as his own. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing all along your neck while you writhe against him. “Good girl, baby.”

“Leon,” you whispered, leaning back into him again and turning your head so you can brush your lips against his. 

“I know,” he rasped, fucking you through your sensitivity. “‘M gonna come, too, baby.”

“I want it,” you begged, tangling your hand in his hair. 

And he would never deny you of something you wanted. 

He groaned and cursed under his breath, his thrusts halting altogether as he leaned down to kiss you again. You moan against his mouth, your fingers gently massaging his head as you both came down from your highs. 

When he pulled out of you, your body turned to face his. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you kiss him deeply and tangle your legs with his again. “You really mean it? It’s really over between you and her?” You ask quietly when you break the kiss, your fingers gently tracing his jawline. 

Leon turned his head and kissed your fingertips as he nodded. “It’s over, sweetheart,” he swore, kissing your forehead after. “I’m all yours. I always was.”

[funniestpersonalivefr]

tits, ass, or thighs (resident evil women headcanons)

part two baby, contains: jill valentine, claire redfield, rebecca chambers, and ada wong. nsfw obvi, mdni 😒

jill valentine:

jill loves all of these things but god your thighs just do things to her

she loves them, she's always resting her hand on them.

she'll lay her head down on them, they're the perfect pillow for her.

she loves having her head on your thighs.

only thing she loves more is having her head between her thighs.

you've been here for hours. jill between your legs, sucking on your cunt. your thighs squeeze around her head and she groans into your cunt, pulling away to kiss your thighs, which she has covered in numerous hickeys already. she slows down soothing you before diving right back in determined to get another orgasm out of you.

claire redfield:

i see claire as an ass girly

she just loves going up behind you and slapping your butt when you least expect it.

she'll put her hand in your back pocket so she can have her hand resting on your ass.

she will squeeze it if she gets the chance.

she's just kinda cute about her love for your butt.

you stood in the kitchen, pouring your cup of coffee. you felt when claire entered the room but just gave her a glance and a small smile before grabbing a granola bar. you move to make way for her as you head to the living room, dropping your snack. you make the mistake of bending over to grab it and immediately you feel claire's hand make contact with your butt. you can't help but giggle at your girlfriends behavior.

rebecca chambers:

rebecca chambers would answer personality to this question because she really is a sweet person like that.

actual answer is tits but she'll never tell anyone that

she likes to rest her head on them.

you'll often wake up in the morning to find her cuddled up in your boobs.

she loves to hold them.

you giggle as rebecca's hair tickles you a little. her head is laying on your bare chest. although you two don't have the time to get intimate often, tonight was one of those rare moments. you're both still feeling the rush from your orgasms but rebecca is clearly tired. her hand gently holds onto your boob as she begins to drift to sleep.

ada wong:

this was a hard one to decide.

ive settled on boobs.

not only does she got a killer rack but i think she'd enjoy a significant other with boobs too.

she loves boobs no matter the size.

she will play with them all night long.

you whined out from under ada as her fingers pinched your nipples. she hummed at your reaction giving you a smug smirk as she continued. she loved having you under her, completely submitted to her will.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE THOMAS SHELBY HEADCANONS

There is a REASON he is known as the Devil of Small Heath around Birmingham. Pretty much all the men who come for a drink at the Garrison have the common sense not to mess with Thomas Shelby, just by hearing his mere name sends shivers up people's spines and for a reason too because of his dark deeds against people who stand against him. If there's one thing he values the most, it's family. He's willing to kill anyone who dares to prove to be a danger to his family

You were new to the city of Birmingham after completing your education overseas at a reputed university and you had a dream and passion for becoming a writer, to make a name for yourself in the literary world. You were supposed to meet your childhood friend Russell whom you've known ever since the two of you were in your school days as you opened the door to the Garrison and took a shaky breath as you entered the pub and sat down on a stool. You fidgeted with the sleeves of your dress nervously as you'd never had the habit of consuming alcohol much less even stepping foot inside a pub. The bartender Harry Fenton's eyes landed on you, as he had a polite smile on his face. "Where are you from miss, haven't seen you around here'' he said in a friendly tone as you told him about you visiting Birmingham for the first time and how you were supposed to meet your friend Russell. The bartender offered you a drink on the house but you politely declined as his lips curved into an amused smile at your refusal, finding it amusing that even though you were in a bar, you'd refused a drink of alcohol. Little did you know, there were 3 pairs of eyes watching you without your knowledge from a nearby booth

"Oh, she's new. Haven't seen her around'' said Ada to her brothers as she sipped her drink and looked at you with an interested expression on her face. "I know...she looks like a goody two shoes, bein' in a pub an all and not drinkin'' said Arthur as he smirked to himself as he gulped down his beer. "I know...real beauty ain't she?" said John as he grinned and took a swig of his drink as the three of them started discussing about you. Just then, they went quiet when Thomas entered wearing his glasses, his smart black suit along with Polly by his side as the two of them sat down at the booth with the rest of them. "Alfie's men are causing trouble again...need to get rid of that bloody dolt for good'' grumbled Tommy as he fished in his pocket for a cigar and lit it as he took a puff of smoke and sighed. His eyes fell on John who was still staring at you as his gaze landed on you as well and he surveyed you with his calculating piercing gaze. "Whos' she?" he asked the others with a stoic expression on his face as they told him about you and how you were waiting for someone

He couldn't help but feel slightly amused when he heard you wanted to become a writer at Birmingham of all places which was definitely NOT the place for you in his opinion. Yet his eyes never left you, as he kept observing you from a distance. "Oh, looks like you fancy her now don't you?" asked Ada in a teasing voice. "Shut up Ada'' he retorted as he continued to look at you. However a few seconds later he spotted some lousy drunk sleazebag trying to make you uncomfortable as he kept getting too close to you and you had an uncomfortable expression on your face. You tried to keep politely declining his offer to join him for the night but the man finally had enough as he grabbed your wrist. "I'll show you what happens to wenches like you who think they're too good for the world...little brat'' he drawled as his eyes traveled down your body hungrily. Within a matter of a few seconds, the man let out a sharp scream of pain as the whole pub fell silent and the chatter around you ceased at once

"She said no...'' said Thomas in a cold voice as he glared at the man who tried to have his way with you and twisted his hand till the man fell on his knees, writhing and groaning in pain. "Pathetic...next time you do something like that, I'll be sure to actually cut your bloody hand off and feed it to the dogs'' said Thomas as he looked down at the man in contempt as the man whimpered and got up and left. Thomas looked at you as you thanked him and he waved his hand dismissively telling you it was nothing, Deep down, secretly, there was a part of him that was glad he could just help you in time. Your friend Russell arrived into the pub a few seconds later as he looked at Thomas with a slightly pale expression on his face. "How about you be punctual on time and not make a lady wait...'' said Thomas as he glared at Russell before he went back to join the others at the booth and continued to stare at you and Russell talking with each other. He hated the feeling that was rising in his chest when he saw you talking to someone else, it was a bitter feeling bubbling inside him

Russell and you talked about your old school memories and how things were back in your childhood days as the two of you caught up with each other on what was going on in each other's lives. Thomas couldn't stand the way you were laughing at that moron's dull jokes, as he scoffed slightly to himself. He saw Russell hugging you which made him clench his fists till his knuckles turned white and he couldn't understand why the hell he was behaving like this for someone he'd just met. Yet, he didn't like the feeling of seeing you with that dimwit. Congratulations, you've managed to spike his curiosity regarding you so you now have the most dangerous mobster in all of Birmingham at your back. He's determined to find out more about you when he's determined to do something, he takes his task at hand very seriously

He'll have Arthur and John dig up information regarding you for him, everything from your history to your daily activities and your likes and dislikes. He's a complete stalker and blends really well in the shadows, his family don't even call him out for his behavior, they're just glad he's finally found someone to love and don't see anything wrong with his obsessive and possessive behavior towards you. Polly is looking forward to making you a part of the family as soon as possible. He'll start off slow, getting to actually know you personally and talking to you. He likes your company and likes hearing your voice. It soothes him and whenever you tell him something about yourself, he'll just smirk slightly to himself since he already knows everything about you, nothing he hasn't heard of before but he'll still play along for your sake

He'll start leaving little gifts at your doorstep like your favorite chocolates or a pretty dress for you to wear or something like that or some of your favorite flowers. You have a feeling like you're being stalked and when you rush to him for protection, his eyes glint with amusement, oh you sweet child, you truly had no idea. But all the same, he's glad and pleased he was the first one to come to your mind when you felt like you needed protection and he's more than willing and pleased to protect you and keep you safe. Rivals? What rivals? He's Thomas FOOKIN Shelby of the Peaky Blinders, when he wants something, he gets it. It's best if you don't know how many people's he's killed for daring to get too close to you. He'll either send John and Arthur to abduct the schmuck in the middle of the night and take the person to a deserted secluded location where Thomas will just use a single bullet to put the lousy scumbag who dared to lay his filthy eyes on you to put them to sleep permanently

He WANTS you to rely on him, it just feeds into that god complex ego of his, but also because he loves you, in his own twisted manner of course. He hates it when you show interest in someone else who's not him, it's like you're insulting him to his face and telling him that he's not good enough for you. Deep down he's just insecure and he doesn't want to lose you, he's already lost plenty of important people in his life and the last thing he wants is to lose you too

He's a control freak, he wants to know EVERY thing that happens in your life and his men are ALWAYS watching your every move. He finally decides to take things to the next step and approaches your parents to ask them for permission to marry you while you aren't in the house. Your father is slightly surprised to see Thomas standing outside his house as he invites him in and after the usual small talk and serving tea, Thomas clears his throat and decides to speak. "Sir...I would like to marry your daughter'' he said as the atmosphere became slightly tense. "Mr. Shelby, with all due respect, I am a father who wishes the best for his daughter. I know what kind of man you are Mr. Shelby, my daughter shall not marry a man as dangerous as you where her life would be at stake constantly or get thrown into the madness of the underworld. Please refrain from seeing my daughter again'' said your father in a firm tone as your mother agreed with his words. Thomas had to hand it to your dad, he was a gutsy courageous man who could actually stand up to him which would make things far more interesting

Seeing your parents and asking them for their permission was merely a formality, he already made preparations to being you to Arrow House which even your parents could not stop. "Mr. L/N, you are a smart man, a father who's willing to protect his darling daughter and I admire that to a certain extent. Your daughter WILL be mine one way or another, coming to see you was just a mere formality. Good day'' said Thomas as he put on his hat and enjoyed the way your father's expression turned pale at his words

That night after you returned back home from your publishing office and you set your books down, during dinner, you saw your parents looking slightly tense and nervous than usual. "Mom, dad...what's the matter'' you asked them gently as they stared at you with mournful looks on their faces. Your mother took a shaky breath before she spoke "Darling...your father and I love you very much, but you...you need to leave Birmingham immediately. It's for your own good'' You stared at them in shock, what were they saying? "Mom, dad... have I...have I become a burden to you both?'' you whispered as your eyes welled up with tears. "Shush child. Don't say such nonsense. You are the light of our lives but that man Thomas Shelby is a dangerous man...he's a relentless monster who wants to make you his and I'll be damned to let my darling daughter get married to a monster like him...you are to leave Birmingham immediately. We've already packed your trunk, you'll be taking the next train to Istanbul where you'll be staying with your aunt and uncle there for a while...it's just temporary my dear...hopefully'' said your father in a gentle tone as he sighed heavily and his eyes welled with tears too

"Mom...dad...I don't want to go, please...'' you said as you sniffed sadly. "It is not up for argument pumpkin, it's for your safety'' said your mother as she said as her voice cracked with emotion and she gulped down a glass of water. After dinner was over, you sat in the carriage with Russell who helped you with your trunk and you hugged your parents as tears streamed down your cheeks, you didn't know how long it would be before you'd get to see them again. You made it to the railway station and got out of the carriage as Russell helped you with your trunk. "It's for your own good you know, Thomas Shelby is a dangerous man...your parents are right. I'll miss you, don't worry, we'll keep in touch with letters'' said Russell as he placed a comforting arm around your shoulder. There weren't any people at the station since it was midnight but you thought it might work in your favor, unaware of what the universe had in store for you

"Step away from my future wife before I shoot you'' said a familiar voice nearby as you saw Thomas and the rest of the men from his Peaky Blinders gang head towards you. Your eyes widened in horror as you tried to back away from them when Russell stood in front of you to protect you from them. "Leave her alone Shelby'' he said. "Tch...how annoying, you know, I'm not a man with regrets but I regret not killing you that day at the Garrison. Not to worry, that can be arranged today'' said Thomas as he brought out a revolver and after a loud bang, your dear friend Russell was now on the ground dead, his eyes looking lifeless as the blood oozed out from his wound and you let out a scream of horror as tears streamed down your eyes. The train to Istanbul was approaching as you saw the train from a distance and your heart almost leapt from relief, this was your chance to escape and leave

John and Arthur held you by your arms and prevented you from escaping as you flailed and screeched on top of your lungs. "Shhh... don't worry, you'll be happy with me. Just be a good girl for me...I'll keep you safe'' he said and those were the last words you heard from him before a rag was placed on your face and you passed out. His passion for your love is beautiful and terrifying at the same time, laced with extreme obsessiveness and devotion to keep you safe. Love truly was the most powerful force of all...

[himbofan]

Hey. Yes, it's me again✨

This time with an actual request tho!

So, okay, this might be a bit weird or overthinking so much, but hear me out:

So, Oda's ability is being able to see 5 seconds into the future, and I had an intresting idea with this ability.

Maybe Oda and reader are already friends, or close aqointances. Like, reader works with him, or often looks after his kids for him, something like that. And they like each other, but don't confess, all that....

So my idea is that maybe reader and him are talking and there is a moment where they are either really close or some other high tension moment and reader is just really determined to kiss him. And Oda sees it with his ability, but reader backs up wery last second. So Oda is left with a vision of reader kissing him

Anyways, yeah, that's pretty much the idea😅. No need to write it of course if you don't feel like it, it's just something random I tought of one time.

So yea, have a nice day, keep up the good work!

Bye✨

omg hi yes thank you for the wonderful request!! sorry it took so long but i really did enjoy writing this one so i hope you like it!!! its been a while since i wrote anything so i hope im not rusty ;u;

This will be set in the BEAST universe where Oda works for the ADA 

cw: gn reader, alcohol consumption, kissing, fluff, slightly suggestive

wc: 1300~

You closed your eyes and rested your cheek on your hand, elbow propped up on the counter of Bar Lupin as you idly traced the rim of your glass with your other hand. Soft jazz piano floated through the room along with the quiet clinking of glasses.

Your coworker Oda had introduced you to this particular spot and it quickly became one of your favorites, with a calming atmosphere and friendly company that was greatly appreciated after an arduous work day. It had become a bit of a ritual to grab some drinks after work with your fellow detectives at the end of the week.

Tonight it was just you and Oda, who was sitting quietly next to you with a whiskey in his hand. The alcohol made the room hazy and warm, you could feel the blood buzzing in your veins. You sat together in a comfortable silence, the casual conversation idly ebbing and flowing as the night stretched on. 

“So how did that case end the other day? That lady looked upset when she came in.”

Oda sipped his drink as he responded. “Oh, it was fine. She thought her husband was cheating so she asked us to investigate. Turns out he was just planning a surprise party for her with her sister.”

You snorted lightly and glanced sideways at him. “So she asked the Armed Detective Agency? Doesn’t that seem like overkill? Also, I thought we didn’t take those kinds of requests.”

He shrugged.

“She offered a large amount of money, and the budget was tight this month.”

You closed your eyes and put your hand on your chin in fake deep thought.

“What do you think did us in? Kunikida snapping a whole box of pens in a week, Ranpo’s emergency snack budget, or the Port Mafia raid two weeks ago?”

He exhaled lightly through his nose amusedly. “Hm, hard to say. It could’ve been anything.”

To a stranger, his face looked stoic, even unamused. But you could tell he was enjoying this conversation, from the slight turn of his lips to the sparkle of amusement in his eye. 

He always looked handsome, but somehow in the cozy light and warm atmosphere, he looked even more attractive than normal. The soft light illuminated his red hair, contrasting beautifully with his deep blue eyes. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, but you simply couldn’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Is there something on my face?” His deep voice snapped you out of your daydreaming, face burning up as you cleared your throat and immediately averted your gaze.

“Oh no no, there’s nothing.”

Staring at your twiddling thumbs, you took a deep breath and steeled the courage to look up at him.

“I just…. wanted to say how much I appreciate you.”

He turned to look at you curiously, your heart thundering in your ears as you made eye contact.

“I used to be intimidated by you to be honest, but you’re actually really kind and easy to talk to….”

You fiddled nervously with your empty glass as he fully turned to face you.

“I really enjoy working with you and I hope that we can work together for a long time.”

You felt your face burning, heart about to explode out of your chest as you rambled. The truth was you liked him more than just as a coworker, or even a friend. Your heart ached when you saw him, nerves jolting throughout your whole body when you accidentally brushed hands grabbing some papers from him or helping on a mission. You were terribly in love with Oda Sakunosuke, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m happy to hear you say that… and I enjoy working with you too.”

He smiled, a rare full smile that made you warm and fuzzy from your head to your toes.

Your body moved closer to him, eyes flitting nervously from his lips to his eyes. It was almost like you were magnetized to him, all reason thrown out the window as you leaned in.

His eyes widened as his ability activated and a vision came to him.

In the hazy light, you were inches away from his face, looking bashfully up towards him as your soft-looking lips parted and you closed your eyes…..

Returning to the present, he snapped out of his vision but was frozen in place. A light blush dusted his cheeks as he felt his own heart rapidly thudding in his chest. 

You were still moving closer and closer to his face…. but suddenly stopped and stared at him for a second before quickly withdrawing and sinking into your seat. You tried to cover your burning face by turning around and looking around the bar. “Whew, I sure could use a refill! I wonder where the bartender went…” You nervously laughed, trying and failing to cover up the fact that you were about to fall over from nerves, internally slapping yourself for even thinking about your coworker in such an intimate way.

Oda finally snapped out of his stupor and instinctively put his hand on your shoulder to pull you back to face him.

You nervously looked at him with big eyes before starting to speak, your voice almost trembling. “I’m so so so sorry I didn’t even think about what I was doing I don’t want to make you uncomforta-”

He just furrowed his eyebrows and put a hand on your cheek delicately, as if you were made of glass.

“Were you going to kiss me?” You felt your blood rushing through every vein of your body, heart pounding so hard you thought even he could hear it.

“Yes? I mean only if you wanted to but it was stupid of me to even assume-”

He cut your rambling off again by tracing your lips with his thumb, gradually moving closer to your face.

“Why would you assume that I wouldn’t want to?”

You froze, all the panic that you had ruined your friendship immediately ceasing.

“Um well I… you’re a little hard to read.”

He let out an amused puff of air, his other hand moving to hold yours.

“May I?”

“Please.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, his breath fanning across your face as your noses touched. Finally, you felt his lips on yours, his stubble lightly brushing your face as you kissed him longingly. He squeezed your hand lightly and he kissed you, his other hand still caressing your face as he pulled you closer, kissing you gently but firmly, as if he was holding himself back.

It seemed like an eternity when you finally pulled back and your eyes fluttered open. His face had an expression you’d never seen before; red cheeks, heavy-lidded eyes and a lovestruck expression that you wanted to stare at forever.

“Let’s go somewhere else…”

-

The next day at work, you walked into the front door of the agency and were about to greet everyone when you noticed Ranpo staring at you intently.

“Can I help you, Ranpo?” He simply smirked and turned to Yosano smugly.

“Hah! You owe me a cake from the bakery now.”

Yosano rolled her eyes and walked away, waving him off.

“Fine, but don’t choose the most expensive one this time.”

You looked at the both of them with a confused look, about to ask what he meant when Oda walked in behind you.

Ranpo’s smile widened as he propped up his feet on the desk.

“Good morning, lovebirds.”

You felt your face heat up as you pieced together what had just happened, pointing at Ranpo angrily.

“You…! Don’t make bets on my personal life!”

Oda looked nonplussed as usual, but handed you a plastic bag nonchalantly.

“Here, you left this at my place yesterday.”

Ranpo started laughing triumphantly while you felt like you were going to combust on the spot and covered your face with your hands.

“Please don’t tell Kunikida.” you groaned.

“Tell me what?” The bespectacled man stuck his head out from the supply closet and looked at you suspiciously.

“NOTHING!!!” “Nothing!~” “Nothing.” all three of you chimed at once.

This was going to be a long day.