#and everyone started praising dump and saying people are too hard on him

[jaythelay]

Genuinely disturbing to see people discuss China in any positive light when it comes to their dictatorship.

Deadass saw someone say "They don't care what you do, so long as you do not criticise the government!!"

Buddy.

Buddy please.

It's a video game. Made by people. Not the government.

Just because some developers in China made a good game, does not make up for China's concentration camps and god fucking damn bro look them the fuck up ONE TIME before pretending to know anything other than "Being kind fixes everything!" It's god damn China. They dissapear people all the time and generally are racist as shit.

Tf is wrong with mother fuckers. Enjoy the art and praise the devs. Don't mislead people about China's government. Blatant astroturfing and it's real fuckin disturbing how easy it is to convince people to give up their morals, standards, and self respect, because someone jangled keys in front of them.

Christ alive. Don't go to China either, that's the scariest part to see. Genuinely only Russia would be worse to go to.

Speaking of, Russia haa games come out, why don't we start pretending that they're good in actuality, they just want more land! Duh! Quit being so dramatic...

Literal toddlers have better moral convictions to not do the blatantly wrong thing for a piece of average candy.

[lushrue]

cold beer on a friday night

heard "a little bit of chicken fried" in a white people anthems compilation the other day and i immediately started thinking of everyone’s favorite southern boy, phillip graves! so have some good ol’ cowboy smut for your weekend! (also did not expect this to be almost 4k words, but here we are)

afab!reader (she/her pronouns used), nsfw, minors dni!!

cw: drinking, unprotected p-in-v sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, creampie, heavy praise kink

the bar was pretty packed, but you expected that it would be.

living in a military town, you’d learned when the busy times were. weekends, most evenings after 8 PM, and holidays. this one was the biggest one of all in your community, fourth of july looming around the corner and bringing star-spangled festivity with it. the bar itself was adorned with an american flag banner that people would occasionally toast to before taking a shot. the string lights above the patio had been changed from their pale yellow to shine red, white, and blue. occasionally, as you sat there drinking your cheap beer, someone would break out in a drunken rendition of the star-spangled banner, causing everyone to either sing along or raise their glass in solidarity.

it was entertaining for you, if nothing else. watching men who’d made their country their whole lives celebrate it was its own brand of inspiring. the town felt the same around memorial day and veteran’s day too. you’d been pretty staunchly anti-military for most of your adult life, holding the belief in world peace that only someone who hadn’t experienced war could. but seeing these men who wouldn’t have known each other if not for their brotherhood of service expressing their love for their country, it almost made you want to believe in their cause. still, despite the atmosphere, patriotism wasn’t the foremost thing in your mind tonight.

you weren’t expecting to find the love of your life, not in a place like this. it was hardly the fairytale castle you’d envisioned as a little girl and the men here were certainly no prince charming. all you could ask for was someone to treat you right for a night. focus on you a little bit, take his time. if you got real lucky, maybe he’d even make you cum. the proverbial bar wasn’t in hell, but it was close enough to feel the flames. it’d been months since your deadbeat of an ex-boyfriend dumped you, and despite how bad of an idea your friends had told you it was, you were looking for a rebound. nothing serious or long-term, just a good fuck to set you right and then you could be on your way. it was hard to get anywhere in the dating scene with this insatiable ache between your legs.

you nursed your budweiser, the condensation leaking between your fingertips as you took a drink from the bottle. it tasted like piss, but like everyone always says, you don’t drink for the taste. weary eyes scan the bar and its patrons, looking for anyone who isn’t already fall-on-their-face drunk. it was slim pickins; almost everyone here had started their evening of debauchery hours ago with no signs of stopping. the sober ones were mostly grizzled veterans, watching the younger soldiers with a glint of something akin to nostalgia. you supposed that must have been them once, disregarding their livers for a night of fun with buddies that they could lose in an instant. they certainly wouldn’t be scratching your itch for you anytime soon, so your gaze moved on. 

finally, your eyes settled on a blond man sitting by himself at a high top. you’d seen him here before a couple of times. he was always alone, on the fringes of whatever drunken activity was going on. you’d never seen him so much as stumble while he was here, downing his couple of whiskeys in peace before closing out and heading home. he was handsome, you supposed. older than you, but not enough to make anyone clutch their pearls. muscular, scar on his cheek. still clearly military, but a bit more weathered than the twenty-somethings throwing back jaegerbombs.

little did you know, he’d seen you too. he’d seen how you came every weekend, like clockwork, looking like you were begging for company. it was sweet, he thought, how desperate you were for attention. you were like a puppy with those doe eyes of yours. just begging to be noticed, to be taken into someone’s arms and loved proper. he was sure you tasted as sweet as you looked. just as your eyes met his, you looked away with a blush. had he caught you staring? you couldn’t be sure. you cursed yourself for your bashfulness, clutching the neck of your beer bottle a little tighter. how were you ever going to get laid if you didn’t go for it?

luckily, your military man wasn’t one to wait around. he got up from his table, sauntering towards you with a confidence that was completely innate. this wasn’t born of liquid courage. no, he knew he had something you wanted. you clear your throat and look up as he lays his hand on the chair across from you. “this seat taken?” he asked, his voice slow and easy like he wasn’t in a hurry. nobody was around here, you supposed. you shake your head no and he takes it as an invitation. the chair pulled out with a squeaking noise drowned out by someone breaking out into “my country 'tis of thee.”

you take another swig of beer to loosen your tongue and give you some charisma that you wouldn’t have sober. the man held his hand out to you, his tumbler full of amber in the other. “i’m phillip. you can call me phil.” you take his hand without a second thought, shaking politely. god, how bad off were you if touching a man’s hand made you practically feral? you give your name in reply, withdrawing your hand before your mind runs off with unsavory images. the last thing you needed was to scare off the one eligible bachelor in the bar who’d seen fit to approach you. a cursory glance at his left hand revealed no wedding ring. you weren’t looking to add “homewrecker” to your long list of accomplishments.

“what’s a lovely lady like you doin’ all by herself?” he asked in a charming southern drawl that made your blood pump a little faster. it reminded you of those cheap cowboy romance novels that you sometimes indulged in. everyone had their guilty pleasures, after all. “enjoyin’ the atmosphere,” you quip back, sarcasm dripping from your words. you take another drink of beer. phil leans forward, his weight shifting to his muscular forearms. your eyes drop down, struggling not to salivate at the sight. it really had been too long. he tips a finger under your chin, guiding your gaze back up to him. “i think the atmosphere’d be better someplace else,” he said, his voice low so as not to be overheard. maybe it was just how pent up you were, but you could swear there was desire undercutting his words. “whaddya say, darlin’? how ‘bout you and me get on outta here?”

you have to stop yourself from replying too quickly. you didn’t want to show your hand and reveal your desperation just yet. he smirked when you nodded slowly, your muscles tense with the effort of holding back your excitement. didn’t you know he could smell it on you from across the bar? ever the gentleman, phil closed out both your tabs. there wasn’t much on yours anyways, just a couple of budweisers and one vodka cranberry that you’d stopped drinking halfway through. as you stood beside him at the bar, watching the bartender run his card, he wrapped his arm around your waist. his fingers dug into the plush of your hip with a subtle possessiveness meant to ward off any other interested parties. it sent a thrill through you, your panties getting more uncomfortable the longer you stood there.

thankfully, the cool night air outside the bar leveled your head a bit. not enough to make you think deeply about your decision to get into a strange man’s truck, but enough to keep you from jumping his bones the moment the door shut. you climbed up into the passenger seat, feeling for your pepper spray in your purse. just in case, you told yourself. handsome men could be creeps too. you barely noticed him getting into the driver’s seat, turning the engine over and pulling out of the gravel parking lot.

you two make it maybe five miles down the road before you have to stop. you keep throwing glances at phil, watching his concentration while he drives. you’ve never been able to explain it, but there’s something so sexy about a man with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. he keeps kneading into the fat, fingertips brushing the muscle underneath with how hard he’s squeezing. you’re soft, he thinks. plush, pliant, perfect. the air is charged, the silence comfortable but tinged with the anticipation of what’s to come. it’s when he feels your thighs clench together that he pulls off onto a little dirt road, the tires kicking up dust. on some level, you’re grateful for his lack of restraint. you weren’t sure you were going to last much longer either.

you clamber into his backseat, careful not to mar the leather with your stiletto heels. he climbs back there with you, settling into the seat and patting his thigh. “c’mere, pretty girl,” he says sweetly, and you maneuver yourself to straddle his lap. the heat of your cunt is right against him now and his hands clench around your hips. he can practically smell how needy you are. you bite your lip to stifle a whine, the firmness of him through his jeans providing delicious pressure on your clit. suddenly, you’re thanking god for little red dresses. phillip’s eyes flutter shut as he bucks his hips, pressing his erection against you a little harder. that elicits the sound he wanted and he chuckles, his laugh like rolling thunder.

“it’s been too long since that pretty pussy’s had any attention, huh, sweetheart?” he asks. you can hear a tone of condescension, but you don’t care. not when there is a warm body beneath you about to soothe the ache that’s been there since your ex moved out. you nod in response and he hums, tugging the straps of your dress down. “in a minute, darlin’. i’ll get to her later. there’s other parts of you i’d like to get acquainted with first.” you’re putty in his hands, mindlessly nodding along with everything he says. he could tell you he’s taking you out in the woods to kill you and you’d be fine with it as long as he fucked you first. the top half of your dress falls away as he tugs at the zipper, pulling it down just enough to reveal your chest. you’d made a good choice of bra that night at least: your favorite black push-up with lace all over and a pretty bow in the center. he sucks air in through his teeth as he stares at you. he likes it too.

“as pretty as this little number is, i don’t wanna ruin it,” he says, his fingers ghosting down your spine to the clasp of your bra. your back arches, pushing your breasts forward. he smiles and unhooks it with practiced ease, sliding the straps all the way down your arms and easing them over your hands. fire blazes a trail down your skin behind his touch, your face flushing a pretty shade of pink. the bra hits the leather seat to the left of you, but you don’t have time to see where it went. phillip’s hands are on your chest, kneading into your tits the same way he did your thigh. you moan, your head falling back as you lose yourself in the euphoria of being touched. “that’s it, baby. god, these tits are so perfect. fit in my hands so nicely.” he brushes his thumb over one of your nipples, making it stiffen. your nose scrunches, the thrill from the contact going straight between your legs.

before you can say anything in reply, the warmth of his mouth is latched around your breast, his tongue teasing at the hardened bud in the center. you swear you could cry as relief washes over you. you’d found what you were looking for, finally. god was real, and he came in the form of phillip graves. while he sucked at one nipple, he teased the other with his fingers, rolling it and giving it the occasional flick. already you could feel the pleasure tightening in your core, threatening to push you over the edge if you thought too hard about everything he was doing. your hips start to rock of their own accord, chasing friction against his lap. one of his large hands moves down to hold you in place, his mouth releasing your breast with a pop. “all in due time, sweetness. you’re not in a rush, now, are ya?” you shake your head, eyes wide as you stare back at him.

“good. ‘cause i intend to take my time and enjoy ya.” thankfully, he moves on from your breasts to other, more neglected areas of your body. he unzips your dress like he’s unwrapping god’s gift to earth, reverent as his eyes rake across every inch of exposed flesh. the glint in his eyes is primal, animalistic. he’d devour you if given the chance. despite the awkwardness, you shimmy your dress off, your heels falling off your feet with it. it all falls to the floor in a heap, leaving you in nothing but your panties. always one for fairness, phillip unbuttons his shirt, tossing it to the side before catching your lips. his hand snakes up your back to hold your head in place, the other winding around your waist to pull you impossibly closer. your chest presses against his and he moans into your mouth at the feeling.

slowly, that hand around your waist starts to sneak down, edging closer to the waistband of your underwear. you don’t notice, too enraptured by the taste of whiskey on his tongue. you feel it when his hand slides against you, though. the kiss is broken by your gasp, the simple proximity of his fingers enough to make your hips roll down in search of pleasure. the thunder in his chest rumbles again, the hand on the back of your head tightening. “that’s what you really wanted tonight, isn’t it? someone to give this pretty cunt what it’s been achin’ for.” words don’t come. your mind is too preoccupied with the warmth of his skin to string together syntax. phillip’s fingers wind around your hair, tugging at it roughly. your head jerks back and you whine. that shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. “gotta use your words, baby girl. gotta tell me what you want or i’m gonna stop.” no, you didn’t want that. “t-touch me,” you manage to stutter out, your neck bent at an awkward angle by the force of his hand. he lets go, rubbing his thumb over the scalp he’d irritated. “good girl. you follow orders well.”

his fingers run along your slit, gathering your wetness on his digits. he smiles, his voice dropping a register as he leans in closer to you. “so desperate, baby. i can feel how needy you are. just a bitch in heat, ain’tcha?” you keen, your head nodding of its own accord. deep in your subconscious, you knew he was right. some part of you wanted to be ashamed, but it wasn’t strong enough to fight to the forefront. all you felt was burning need coursing through your veins and leaking out between your legs. he pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your juices off of them. the sight of his face made you moan. he looked like a man enjoying his last meal, eyes shut and a content smile on his face. “delicious,” he said softly, bringing that same hand up to your face. he cups your cheek and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, feeling the softness of your skin under his calloused hand.

phillip guides your mouth towards his, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. it’s all tongues and teeth, desperate, messy. you can taste yourself on him, the salty remnants of you left behind on his tongue. while he has you distracted with his mouth, he lowers his hand between your legs, tugging your panties to the side. black and lacy, just like the bra. he liked a girl with a sense of style. without warning, two of his fingers thrust into you, making you see stars. you moan into his mouth as he scissors you open, preparing you for him. his mouth leaves yours, leaning to the side to whisper in your ear. “gonna take my cock so well, aren’t you, baby? gonna take it like the whore you are. so fuckin’ needy.”

his words made you blush, heat rushing to your core. he starts pumping his fingers in and out, holding you in place by the scruff of your neck. you writhe as much as you’re able, your body overwhelmed by all the sensations he was providing you. he chuckles lowly in your ear, the sound sending a chill down your spine. “i know you will, darlin’. i know you will. that pretty cunt is just swallowin’ my fingers. she’s a greedy little thing, ain’t she?” you couldn’t respond. it was hard enough for your brain to convert the sounds into meaningful words, let alone formulate a response. you were practically mute, save for the whimpers and mewls that flowed unbidden. he picks up the pace and your eyes screw shut, pressure building in your belly. “phil! ‘m gonna-” he cuts you off with another brutal kiss, his tongue bullying its way into your mouth.

all the while, you’re rocking your hips, letting the pleasure build. he pulls away, tilting your head down so that you’re looking into his eyes. “i’m gonna make you come on my fingers, then you’re gonna come on my cock like a good girl. understand?” his tone was forceful enough that you registered the command and you nodded along. you’d do anything he wanted if it meant he didn’t stop. he nodded back and focused in on you, his fingers curling right against that spongy spot deep inside you. “c’mon, baby. give it to me,” he said, his voice ragged as he watched your face. he knew you’d look so pretty falling apart on his lap. and you really did. the pressure released, setting your whole body trembling. you cried out, back arching. your mouth fell open, moaning as you rode out the wave of pleasure. as soon as you’d caught your breath, he yanked his fingers away, leaving you empty and dripping all over the seat. you whined at the loss, but you weren’t empty long. 

he freed himself from his jeans and underwear, giving himself a couple pumps before guiding his leaking cockhead to your warmth. you whine as he taps it against your clit, his ragged breathing the only reply. when you open your eyes and look at him, he looks just as debauched as you feel. feeling you clench around his fingers, watching your face, it had done something to him. without another word, he pushes himself inside. just a little bit at first, and you’re thankful for it. the tip of him is already stretching you wider than your biggest toy. he holds your chin in his thumb and forefinger, guiding your eyes down to his. “you’re doing so good, you pretty thing. need ya to give me one more. think you can do that for me?” you nod, letting gravity sink you a little further down on his cock. he hisses through clenched teeth, cheeks burning red.

phillip’s hands on your hips are steadying, easing you down until he’s bottomed out inside you. the moan you let out is a sound you’re wholly unfamiliar with. wanton, crass, loud to boot. he groans alongside you, his fingers digging into the plush of your ass. you give yourself a moment to adjust to the fullness. he’s not longer than you can handle, but he’s thick, stretching your walls as much as they can take. the burn fades into something warmer, something softer, and that’s when you know you can give him another. you start to bounce up and down, slowly at first before picking up the pace. his head leans back against the seat, reveling in the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him. “fuck, baby! you take me so well, knew you would. this pussy’s so good, so wet. all for me, all fuckin’ mine.”

his words are slurred, his tongue heavy in his mouth as he lets himself get drunk on the pleasure. you’re not far behind, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot every time you sink down onto his lap. he presses his hips into yours, thrusting into you to shove himself deeper. you moan into his ear, bracing yourself as your shaking thighs try desperately to keep up. that’s when he starts helping, lifting you up and spearing you on his cock over and over. your eyes roll back in your head and the pressure builds again before you even know what’s happening. all of a sudden, you’re hovering right over the edge, breath heavy and head fuzzy. you must have tightened around him because phil makes an absolutely unholy noise, his head falling back against the seat.

“god damn,” he breathes out, a hand leaving your hip to tug at your hair. it was so attractive, the way he lifted you on his lap like you weighed nothing. your head falls back as he yanks at the roots of your hair, the jolt of pain threatening to push you over the edge. he’s moaning right alongside you, watching the way your tits bounce and your body jiggles as you bounce on his cock. “need you to come again, sweetness,” he says, tilting your head so you’re looking at him. “look me in the eye, don’t you stop lookin’ at me.” you obey, letting the pleasure build in you as he pushes himself impossibly deeper. his gaze is intense, unwavering. the pressure, the fullness is all too much and you tip over, your walls gripping him in a vice as you come.

that turns him into an animal, rutting into you with abandon as you ride out your orgasm. just when it gets to be too much, when you’re about to tap out, the warmth of his spend floods into you. you whine at the sensation, too lost in your own head to relish in the sounds he made. some men liked to talk through it, mumble out some incoherent praise or compliments. not phil. no, he moaned. the sounds fell from his lips as his hips stuttered, his fingers digging painfully into your skin. the hand in your hair tightens as well, causing you to hiss in pain. he doesn’t even register the sound, too lost in his own pleasure.

when his eyes finally meet yours again, they look much like your own. blissed out blues meet your cumdrunk gaze. his chest heaves as he slides himself out of you, pulling you down to lay against him. his spend drips out of you and you begin to protest, but he shushes you. “‘s alright, darlin’. i’m gettin’ the truck detailed tomorrow.” you settle, catching your breath as your ear presses against his chest. you can hear his heart thundering in his chest, threatening to beat right out of his skin. “you did so good for me,” he says, raking his fingers through your hair. “such a good, obedient girl.”

you smile at the praise, his words warming something deep within you. “same time next week?” he asks, and you nod. finally, you’d found what you were looking for.

[wito-chan-bla-bla]

Being a yandere and having Satoru Gojo as your "favorite"... was so hard.

Falling in love with Satoru was easy. You didn't even realize what was happening to you at first. But in the end, obsession with the most powerful sorcerer has taken over your entire mind. It was the "wrong feelings", but you didn't care. Because for the sake of Satoru Gojo, you were willing to do anything...  

The only problem was that Satoru Gojo was too strong for you to wear your yandere status with pride!

What's the most important thing about yandere? That's right, stalking! But how can you stalk someone who sees everything around them?! Every time you tried to follow Satoru and admire his figure from afar, he would always teleport to you and ask how you were doing, what you were doing, if there was anything he could do to help! It was incredibly awkward! You were ready to start digging right under you! It seems that Satoru should feel bad because a pair of eyes were watching him, but in the end, you were uncomfortable!

Next on the list were "manipulations". Why kill everyone around your lover when you can just make the person you care about think you're the only one they should live for? But the problem was that Satoru Gojo too arrogant and overconfident. Therefore, any of your words were simply ignored!

You tried to convince him that he could only trust you, but in the end Gojo started parodying you with his hand and you gave up. You tried to convince him that other people didn't appreciate him, to which Satoru just agreed and said that a great person like him gets too little praise! You tried to convince him that you only need him, but he's Satoru Gojo, literally everyone needs him!

Taking photos of your favorite one. Every time you tried to secretly take a photo of Satoru, he would abruptly put his face in the lens and ask what you were doing here, and he would ruin your perfect shot! Gojo made you arrange a photo shoot for him. And even though you were happy to have so many photos of him, they were all posted somewhere on the social network in the end.

Theft of his personal belongings. How could you steal something from someone with Six Eyes and Limitless?! Every time you wanted to get out of the trash can a stick that previously had caramel on it, but now had the sorcerer's saliva on it, Satoru would appear next to you and ask what you were doing here. A couple of times, he literally took you to the dump, because you allegedly "like to rummage in the trash". Stealing something directly from him (like hair or nails) wasn't an option either, because he just wouldn't let other people get close to him! Didn't say anything about the things from his house.

Killing your "rivals"... You had no rivals! Because the girls didn't like Satoru! Yes, he was good-looking, rich, and charismatic, but few people can stand up to his incredible personality. And while you adored every annoying phrase the sorcerer uttered, you also knew that no one else could stand being around Gojo for more than two hours and not go crazy in the end.

Attempts to steal him. What were you hoping for anyway?! Even if you manage to feed him pastries with sleeping pills and drag him to your basement, how will you stop him?! Satoru will simply get up with the chair, walk up the stairs, pop into your kitchen and ask when breakfast is served! You will not be able to scare him, because he sees through the blindfold, so he will immediately know who his captor is, and therefore he will not feel tension and will not reveal his weaknesses to you!

Your life as a yandere was unbearable. You've met someone who knows all your "little quirks" and just laughs at your feelings. Because Satoru Gojo is too perfect for you to catch him with your little tricks.

You were sitting on the curb with your knees pressed to your chest, looking sadly at the pond ahead. You once again tried to break into the sorcerer's personal locker to get his personal belongings, but he caught you doing it. And most importantly… he didn't scold you. He never scolded you, got angry with you, or tried to punish you for your actions. It seems that your "abnormal behavior" was nothing more than a joke to him…

There were footsteps, but you didn't look up. You knew by that sound who was coming towards you. You just kept sitting, only now you hid your face even more in your own lap.

–Hey, hey, (Y/N)-chan, what's with the depression?

You heard a cheerful voice above your ears and immediately blushed. The smell of him, the sound of his voice, just being around him... it all made you go crazy. But you couldn't do anything to satisfy the yandere inside you.

–M-m-m, is it because I didn't let you steal my toothbrush? – Gojo poked you in the shoulder with his finger. – Well, well, I'll give you more time next time, I promise! If you want, I can give you the gum I had in my mouth a while ago.

You sighed and silently extended your hand, still looking down at your feet. Something slimy touched your fingers, and then you put it in your mouth. Satoru grimaced.

–Do you really like even such vile things?

–Of course, – you whispered. – Because they're all connected to you…

 Gojo chuckled and sat down next to you. He stared at the lake in front of him, then slowly pulled off his blindfold and cast a glance at you.

You were so funny! Satoru found your attempts to get him just for yourself charming and even childish. Gojo had many enemies. But he had only one such admirer.

 Satoru chuckled while looking at you. He could annoy you forever, he could interfere with your work, he could embarrass you… but you still continued to look at him with the most devoted eyes, full of love.

You flinched as a black cloth covered your eyes. You slowly pulled the item down on your chin and abruptly realized that it was a blindfold belonging to the most important person in your life. Gojo snickered at the look of genuine delight on your face. (You even lost your gum.) Satoru grimaced as he watched the slimy lump fall on your shoes, then stood up.

You thought that he would leave you with such a gorgeous gift, but suddenly he patted you on the head... like some kind of dog. Gojo gave you a big smile, showing his perfect smile, and said with a laugh:

–As a stalker, you're disgusting, (Y/N)-chan. But as a loyal dog who follows me around and yaps at anyone who insults me, I really like you! If you want to be my cute pet... then you know where to find me, my little obsessive puppy.

You were really like a dog that followed Gojo around and enjoyed his every move…

 Satoru started walking away, still watching you with his Six Eyes. He grunted as you abruptly jumped up, pulled the blindfold over his nose to inhale the scent, and ran after him with a happy face.

 Gojo Satoru was a bad lover for a yandere like you. But as long as he finds you at least a little funny and worthy of his attention... you were willing to be a silly distraction for him, even if you could never get him the way other yanderes do.

[imahinatjon]

Maintenance

Chuuya x Reader

Sensitive topics heavily implied!!!

As a member of the port Mafia, you were no stranger to loosing friends, comrades, though it was usually a result of the job.

In your personal life though... yeah, it was pretty much the same situation, with a few tweaked details.

You've always had a hard time making friends, and keeping them. You always assume its your fault.

It could be a number of other things. Poor choice in friends, you not doing enough to keep the friendship going, them not doing enough to keep the friendship going, drifting apart, personalities that just don't mesh, among other things of the sort.

Even when you find all these reasons, you still arrive to the same conclusion. It's all your fault.

But, you found a solution, a way to stop your friends from leaving you.

Over the years, you found that acts of service help. Doing things for these people, agreeing with these people, letting them dump their emotional baggage on you, buying things for them (even when you weren't in a good enough financial situation for it)

Ultimately, you found, the only way you could keep your friends around was to do whatever they wanted you to.

If only you hadn't been so wrong.

When Chuuya first joined the Mafia, he didn't know you, and you didn't know him. You were just some other underling, you worked for so and so doing such and such, he'd only occasionally pass you in the hallway.

Still, he had the biggest crush on you. You were just so beautiful, to pretty, so sweet. You seemed out of place in the Mafia headquarters.

The more he thought about you, the more you started appearing. Like that strange phenomenon when you first notice someone, and then suddenly you see them everywhere.

He wasn't complaining.

He saw how you were with some of your comrades, woman and men, you were always running around, doing things for them, following them wherever they wanted you to go. He didn't think much of it until he got brave enough to approach you and the group of 'friends' you had made a few years later.

"Ah, damn, I don't have enough for lunch! And I was really craving a pizza today too!" One of the woman whined, that's when you perked up, meekly raising your hand, as though you needed permission to speak, their attention went to you.

"I-i could always go and get you something if you like? I have enough on me"

That was nice of you.

"Really?! That would be great! Seriously, your such a life saver YN" she accepted your offer and praised you. And you ate it up with a bright smile and ran off to god knows where.

Once you were out of earshot, he heard the woman snicker

"See, if you want her to do anything, just make her feel bad for you! Pretend your injured, or sick, or that you have no money! Hell, she'll do anything if you so much as say you've had a bad day"

Chuuya froze. What? It was like some teen drama show - the overly kind, energetic friendly girl being taken advantage of by the meaner more callous popular one (Not that she was popular, Chuuya didn't even know her name, nor did he want to)

Well, if that's what it was gonna be like- he'd just become your Knight in shining armor!

If only it was that easy.

You'd come back rather quickly, almost like you'd ran, and handed the food over, the group thanking you, patting your head like dog before they up and left you standing there. You didn't have anything. Left on your own to go hungry for the day because you spent what you had on someone else.

So chuuya introduced himself. And he took you out to lunch.

It was the start of what should have been a beautiful friendship. But you were incredibly dense, and you treated chuuya the same way you treated everyone else, albeit with more effort because he never asked for anything.

And that made you nervous. You didn't know what you could do for him. So you did everything, to the point that everyone knew, and you eventually got assigned to become his 'secretary' of sorts. His personal lackey. Why bother giving anyone else the position when you were there doing it all anyway?

And Chuuya HATED this arrangement. But he couldn't say anything, not when you looked so happy to be working with him.

It takes a few more years before he's ready to tell you that he has feelings for you. He doesn't know what's been stopping him. Perhaps he was worried you didn't feel the same. He wouldn't put it past you to agree to date someone just because they asked, because you felt like you had to.

But then - then you got a boyfriend. Some guy he didn't know, and didn't really want to know.

You'd talk Chuuya's ear off about this man all day long, not singing his praise, but... complaining? It was refreshing, to see you not speaking so highly of someone, but it was also concerning as to the state of your relationship.

Your boyfriend disregarded your feelings, ignored what you said. But you'd tell Chuuya it was okay, because sometimes he just 'forgot'. He never spent much money on you either, which was fine, you didn't expect it. But chuuya distinctly remembers one day in the office watching you pace back and forth because you didn't have enough money for your boyfriends birthday gift - he'd been asking for it for months now, and you couldn't afford it.

Of course chuuya gave you the money for it. And of course you paid him back when he asked you not too.

After a few months Chuuya told you that you had to break up with him, for your own good. But you refused.

"You have no right to tell me that"

He didn't see you much after that. It broke his heart.

But not as much as it did weeks later when you came crying to him in his office. It was about your boyfriend - ex boyfriend now.

Chuuya once spoke about the future with you, where you saw yourself- married? Kids? You said you never wanted kids.

But now you come to him, a small white stick in your hand and tears running down your face. He sits you down and asked what happend.

"H-he didn't want to use... he didn't want to use protection. I asked him too, but he said it felt better without it. He said he'd leave me. So I - I let him..." Chuuya understood what you were saying, and it made his blood boil, he was ready to comitt murder in your name. But then you said something else that worried him.

"Then I..." You couldn't finish the sentence as you handed him the stick you came in with. Chuuya wasn't stupid. He knew what this was. It was the last thing you wanted.

"What are you going to do?" He finally asked.

You didn't answer him, instead leaning and resting your head on his shoulder.

You were tired. So he would let you sleep.

You left after a few hours, and came back a week later. A happy go lucky smile on your face as you ran around doing all the tasks you needed to do plus a few extras on the side. You weren't all there of course, smile faltering ever so slightly when you thought no one was looking. When no one would notice.

But Chuuya noticed. Of course he did. He was always looking. He always has been.

He let's you settle back into life, before he even considers thinking about you romantically again. He's cautious, he doesn't want to hurt you.

But eventually it gets too much. Your acts of service, you keep buying him things. It's too much! He should be the one doing that for you. And he tells you as much.

"But why? That's not... you job?" You asked him.

"It's not yours either"

You think you understand, and you panic - have you been doing too much all this time? You thought that was how friendships were supposed to work.

"You don't... you don't need to keep doing things for me. I want to be the one doing things for you!" He exclaimed, infront of many onlookers. "I want to be the one spoiling you, buying you presents, taking you out to eat, be someone you can lean on, talk to, tell all your problems" he continued further.

"I want to hold your hand. I want to see your face every day, I want to be close to you, and I want you to stop thinking you have to do things for me because you don't have to do anything other than be yourself"

"I didn't fall in love with what you could do for me, I didn't fall in love with the material items you brought me, I just fell in love with you, everything else be damned"

"You...fell in love with me?"

"Of course I did. How could I not"

"Well... i could think of one or two reasons" you tried to joke

"Just shut up. You have no idea how much it hurt, how much I hated myself for not being able to stop others from using you, how much it felt like I was also using you. And I don't want to use you, I just want to be with you... that's all"

"I..." You couldn't hide the shy grin coming to your face. It was out of character for Chuuya, especially infront of so many people to say such things, it was also cheesy. But... it meant to world to you. Chuuya loved you. And a part of you, the part of you you had been trying for so long to push down loved him too.

"You said you love me..." You whispered "you really said you love me!" You said a little louder

"I mean... well... yea, I guess I did"

You couldn't stop yourself from rushing forward to hug him, hiding your face in his shoulder

"You have... no idea how happy that makes me"

"I'd like to tell you how much i love you every day... if you'll let me?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ehhhh, the endings not really doing it for me I'm afraid. I wanted so badly to write a bad ending, but that wouldn't have been very comforting.

Not that Chuuya did a whole lot of comforting until the end... sorta.

Masterlist :3

[twsted-kinks]

>minors and ageless dni<

Would Leona Share You? (Headcanons)

GN reader, "you" used

Content Warning: Exhibition, gang bang, dubcon and noncon in the 2nd half, dubcon for Leona's consent in sharing in the 1st, reader is a whore who can't say no to cock, piss because Leona

Really it depends. Are you his mate or are you his cun dump?

If you're his mate:

If you're Leona's mate, he's not sharing you, at least not willingly. You're his, your holes are his. All of Savanaclaw knows it. Leona does not give a shit about his dorm seeing him fuck you. If he's in the mood, his cock is in you. It could be in his room or in the common room where everyone can see. Doesn't matter. If he's in the mood, he's pulling his cock out and filling you.

Everyone knows not to touch you though. It's a look but don't touch policy. Leona marks you regularly. Every time he pisses now, it's on you or in you. Even if you're not with him at the moment, he will go find your or send Ruggie to get you so he can give you a golden shower. If you have classes, he'll be kind enough to piss down your throat and not soak your clothes. Just chilling in Savanaclaw? Leona is making you pull out his cock and telling you where to aim it so you're drenched in his piss. He also encourages you to piss on him, mark him. If you piss while he's fucking you, he goes absolutely feral.

If anyone gets too close he's growling. The only other person allowed to touch you is Ruggie, but that's for cleaning you up (but Ruggie does get to use his tongue cause Leona likes the faces you make). Does that mean people keep their hands to themselves when you're alone? Nope. If Leona isn't there with you, someone is either groping you, cumming on you, humping you, or straight up fucking your holes. You don't fight it, in fact you encourage it. You wear revealing clothes and flash your body regularly, pretending to just be clumsy. If a hand decides to feel you up, you lean into it. If someone has their cock out, wouldn't it be rude not to help? Some of the beastmen are just happy to jerk off and paint you in cum, others grind your clothed ass, others just pull their cock out and mark you in their piss. The thing that angers Leona the most though is when he smells the scent of your piss on someone else.

Should you allow this? No, but the way Leona fucks you when he's jealous makes it worth it.

If you're his cum dump:

If you're Leona's cum dump, he does not give a shit who uses you because he doesn't give a shit about you. As long as you're at his beck and call to drain his balls and bladder, that's all he needs from you. There is no aftercare. No cleaning. He doesn't even care if you orgasm or not. You're just a sex toy and urinal on legs. So what if other people use you?

Leona doesn't care when or where, even if you beg him not to. If he's hard and/or he needs to piss, he's using you. If you struggle, he'll just overpower you and rip whatever clothes he needs to get to your holes. If you eagerly strip and present yourself, he'll praise you for being a good fleshlight. If you don't cum, it isn't his problem. If you do, he laughs and degrades you. He also decides where he pisses cums. If you ask him not to cum/piss somewhere, he is specifically gonna cum/piss there. You're just a cumrag, he can cum wherever he wants. You have no right to talk back to him. You're just there for him to use, and, once Leona is done with you, he just leaves you to fend for yourself.

If Leona uses you in a more secluded place, you can usually somewhat get yourself together and run to a bathroom to clean up or to Ramshackle to get another set of clothes. If Leona uses you and other people find y'all, they're getting sloppy seconds. If someone gets to you and starts fucking you before Leona can, the lion beastman is pulling the person off, using you, then leaving you for the person to finish with.

You can try to get help, but this just leads to others finding out and using you as a cumdump as well. Or you can give in or even enjoy yourself, maybe even market yourself, and be NRC's campus cumdump.

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hey my Tumblr Peeps😃👍While this fanfic was originally going to be a Choso fanfic, however I decided to write a fanfic and have Rensuke Kunigami, instead (apologies ahead of time with character replacement for this fanfic, ahead of time 😅)... I really had a hard time figuring out what to do with the fanfic without cancelling it, so I just decided why not make changes with the fanfic and even add some stuff to it including genres⚽💡

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🧡⚽Rensuke Has A Plan To Reassure You In A Different Way, If His Truthful, Words Don't Convince You This Time⚽🧡(Rensuke Kunigami x Female Reader)

Genres: Possible Angst, Possible Comfort, Smut (Warning +18: Praise Kink, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Nipple Sucking, Oral (Both recieving), Vaginal Penitration, Language, Brief fingering, Nudity, and Mentions of deep throating (and depending on the reader's imagination if there's deep throating)

Your life has been dreadful on and off. You were in your shell often and have been timid, especially on the social media (sites and/or apps) you go on and in your personal life with friends and family. You just felt obligated to prioritize everyone else's happiness over your own happiness and well-being.

One day, you met a man named Rensuke Kunigami in a night club. He sensed that you tend to keep most of your opinions to yourself just to avoid confrontation and to keep others happy and you even go far as not telling people that your offended about something just to keep them from being offended themselves, so he decided to exchange cellphone numbers with you, as he hopes to try to get you out of your shell. After a few cellphone calls, going on a few dates and you attending a couple of football matches (which some people refer as, soccer games) that he was in, the both of you then decided to have a relationship together.

Since you started your relationship with Rensuke, your life has changed and for the better. You have been saying your opinions more, you have been taking better care of your well-being, you have been focusing more on your happiness (than you used to), and you have been a happier person than you ever remember being. You just couldn't imagine your life without him.

There's just an issue or so with your relationship with Rensuke... He has been very sex starved (and ofcourse you are too), since atleast the last few games and neither of you knew when was the last time you had sex with him (which is frustrating for the both of you (more him)). If that's not enough, on top of that while your self-esteem was getting better, you still had some issues of your own, considering some negative stuff that happened with your past relationships, to the point where you felt like you're the most unlovable person ever, because of most of your past relationships ends with your exes dumping you and having you be the last to know. The worst part is no matter how much reassurance he gives you, you just felt he will always find a reason to leave you somehow.

One night after Rensuke took some time off from football (which some people refer as, soccer) to spend time with you inside the house he shares with you now. While he's decorating the bedroom the both of you share together to make tonight a special night for the both of you, you went inside the room and asked, "Rensuke, are you sure you love me? Why have you put up with me, as long as, you did? And what in the hell do you ever see in me?", as you're trying to hold your tears back. He tried to reassure you, as he answered, "Ofcourse I love you, (female reader name). With putting up with you... Out of my love for you and you're very easy to get along with... Plus, you're very sweet to me... And I see alot in you, my sweetie... It's just that, there's so much more that I see in you, than I could explain...". You replied, "I guess I just never know what to think... I know I'm ready for the relationship... It's just the abandonment issues I'm trying to get over is very hard not to let get to me... I still get in the back of my mind where you would find a reason to throw me away, like I'm a horrible monster, one day... I guess part of my problem is that, I tend to be self-loathing at times... I just was used to being abandoned, where there's always fear that I will always be unwanted...", before you went to hug him tightly, as he hugged you back. That was when he had an idea that might give you ultimate reassurance to prove to you that you're more lovable than you believe yourself to be when nothing else has been able to keep you convinced.

"Would you like to lay in the bed, beautiful? There's some stuff I would like to do with you, if you don't mind, babe...", Rensuke cooed, as he changed the subject. You then stopped hugging him, as you then took your clothes off and stripped yourself completely naked before going to the bed to lay down on. All Rensuke did was stripped himself, while leaving only his boxers on so far, as he's holding on to his tie that he was wearing. "Let me know, if I'm hurting you, sweetheart, because I rather not get rough on you, unless you tell me, until we get to the finale...", he cooed, as he walked to the bed before getting on top of you, as he the proceeded to tie your wrists together with his tie, he was holding.

After Rensuke had his tie, tied around both of you wrists, he teased, "Hmmm... What should I do first? Should I suck on your amazing tits, first? Or should I have some fun with your beautiful, clit?", as he lightly touched your clit, to get a light groan leaving your lips before he continued, "Decisions, decisions... What to do first?", before he grined down at your pussy knowing he was going to eat your pussy out first. While he was licking your pussy, he did madesure he licked at the bud of your pussy, knowing full well you would moan out his name and the fact that your bud is the most sensitive part of your pussy. A few minutes later he started sucking on your pussy, while licking your bud, only this time he was licking it non-stop. "Oh fuck, Rensuke... You know I'm sensitive there... Why did you have to go lick my bud...", you moaned, as your legs started twitching, you were about to release yourself inside his mouth, and your face started to turn red out of pleasure of him eating your clit out the way he did.

Once Rensuke stopped eating your clit out, he briefly used both fingers inside of your pussy hole, as he replied, "Knowing your bud is very sensitive is why I licked on it, sweetie... You deserve some extra pleasure... Aaaaawwwww... Look you face is blushing red for me... Did I pleasure your pussy that much? You have such an amazing pussy that I couldn't tell how pleasured you were, until now... Don't worry, my angel... We're just getting started...", before he took his fingers out of your pussy, then played with both of your sensitive nipples... He could tell you're overstimulated from him playing with your sensitive nipples, however he also notices you're holding your moans back. He then teased, "Why hold back, sexy... There's no need to... I'm taking care of you... I want to pleasure you... Besides... Your breasts are the only breasts I want to see... So if you're going to hold back, I might as well overstimulate your tits more...", before he licks both of your nipples, then proceeded to suck on your right nipple.

You really enjoyed the sensation of Rensuke sucking on your right nipple for a few minutes to the point where you couldn't hold back as you moaned, "You did amazing on sucking on my right nipple... Could you suck on the other nipple like you did with the right nipple, please...". He notices from the tone of your voice that you're no longer holding back your enjoyment of getting overstimulated, as stopped sucking on your right nipple, then he answered, "Ofcourse, my sweetie... Anything for you... Both of your tits are very sexy and I planned on sucking both tits anyways... Even if that isn't the plan, still... Anything for you, babe...", before sucking on your left nipple the same way, as he sucked on your right nipple. You were overstimulated from getting your left nipple sucked on, just as much as you did with your right nipple.

After Rensuke got done sucking on your left nipple, he said, "I have a question, (Female Reader Name)... Would it be alright, if I put my cock in your mouth? I will try to be gentle and there will be deep throating, but only if you want... Or if I do it accidentally...", before taking his boxers off, as he is now completely naked. "Ofcourse, Rensuke... I honestly wouldn't mind, your dick in my mouth, actually... I seriously have been waiting for a while to suck on your cock... And I'm perfectly fine, if your cock is deep in my throat...", you answered, trying to hide your smirk on your face. When he got the hint that you consented to sucking on his cock (even if he was on top of you) he put his cock inside of your mouth, as he tries to be gentle with riding your face.

Minutes went by, as Rensuke keeps thrusting his cock, as gently as he can, while he's noticing the expressions on your face, giving him the impression that he's doing a good job, even if it was his first time riding your face (with his cock in your mouth). He then groaned as he praised, "I see you really enjoyed my cock riding inside of your mouth, (female reader name)... It also seems like your mouth took my cock well... I guess you meant what you said about wanting my dick right inside your mouth... You look, so beautiful... With my dick in your mouth and also without my dick in your mouth, as well... My cock just felt good inside your mouth... You're doing amazing, my love...". (Up to reader's imagination, if there's deep throating in this fanfic)

Once Rensuke is done feeding you his cock, he moved back to your legs to kiss your thighs, before he moved both of your legs over his shoulders, inserting his cock inside of your tight pussy, as he begins to thrust himself inside of you, while holding you thighs. As Rensuke groans from the feeling of your tight pussy around his cock, he was still able to focus the expressions (and blushing) on you face and your whimpers leaving you lips, showing him that you're really getting your enjoyment from him thrusting his cock inside your overstimulated, tight hole. He smirked, as he moaned, "I see that getting your tight hole enjoys taking my cock in... I can tell you get overstimulated from what has to be your most favorite part of our sex time, my brave queen...", before moving your legd off his shoulders, then opening up your legs, as he continued, "But let's see, if I could could go deeper inside you...", while he continued thrusting deeper inside your pussy.

A few minutes went by, as Rensuke keeps thrusting his cock inside your already worn out pussy. You were, so cock drunk, where you the feeling of his cock inside of your pussy.... When your pussy was first tight around his cock and Rensuke spreading your legs to get his cock deeper inside of your hole. All you could do is whimper, "Oh fuck, Rensuke! Please keep fucking me! Don't stop please!", as your begs gave Rensuke the hint to keep fucking you, until he atleast cums inside of you, despite of your pussy has been worn out. He then had your legs wrapped around him, as he started to thrust inside of you harder and faster, while the both of your were locking lips together into an extremely heated kiss to reduce the loudness from his moans and your whimpers.

Once Rensuke emptied himself inside of you, while making sure his cum stays inside of your pussy hole, he unties his tie where you can move you hands freely again, so you can touch both sides of his facial cheeks. He then asked, as he whispered, "Did I give you enough reassurance about the fact I will never leave you, my cutie?", as he moved 1 of his hands on the same side of one of your facial cheeks. "Yes, Rensuke... I see your point... I think you reassured me enough... Now I know I won't have to worry about being left behind, as long as we're still together...", you replied in a whisper. He then replied back whispering, "That's good to hear... And (Female Reader Name)... I love you...". You then whispered once more, replying again, "I love your too, Rensuke Kunigami...", before the both of you kissed eachother's lips, then the both of you looked into eachother's eyes, until you and Rensuke fell peacefully asleep.

⚽🧡The End🧡⚽

Okay my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoyed this Rensuke Kunigami smut fanfic I have written😁👍I just really wanted to write something for this particular fanfic, I figured why not write it the way I did...🤔😃👍I figured that this type of fanfic I have been working on would fun to write😃👍The fanfic took me a long time to complete, even tough I originally was going to write about Choso😅And again apologies for the character replacement😅

[mythserene]

LEWISOHN: Let's crowdsource this bastard.

Check a footnote.

Whether you heroically tear straight into him like @wingsoverlagos or you find one thing like @delightfullyatomicfest did, it matters! What I hoped for and imagined from the beginning was some sort of crowdsourced work. There is too much for any one person, and one of the biggest problems with Beatles' sources is that they're not all equally easy to get to for everyone. And although this has become personal for me, it is an objectively huge problem for all Beatles fans and scholars that the man who has collectively been called the Beatles historian has—and I cannot say this clearly enough—BEEN JUST MAKING SHIT UP.

He literally ends ‘Tune In’ with a fabricated line that he sources to John Lennon. (!!!)

(Which I might not have realized for ages—if ever—if not for this @wingsoverlagos post)

Lewisohn has no shame.

And while it may seem like we are screaming into the void right now, I will tell you that we are not. I fear jinxing anything so I won't say more now, but our work is not in vain. People are paying attention. How can they help but pay attention? It's too shocking a betrayal. Too great a breach of trust. It has become overwhelming and impossible to ignore, and it has happened so quickly. Just by a few people taking the time to do the work.

And what is obvious now is that if you take a piece of source material that's referenced and go through it you will find butchered and fabricated quotes. And whether you do it that way or just check a footnote that interests you PLEASE TELL ME what you find! 🙏🏻

I am trying to gather all this up in one place. An ammo dump, if you will. If you want credit, tell me how you want to be credited, linked to, and any combination thereof. (I don't like taking credit for things I don't find, anyway.) But either shoot me a message or @ me or all of the above so we can collect all together and it can have the cumulative effect it deserves. (I will respond, but sometimes I am gone for a few days at a time, and occasionally for up to a week. I always come back, though.) #crowdsourcelewisohn

I have also set up an email for collecting funky footnotes: exactwords.lewisohn@gmail.com (At this point I'm only checking this once a week.)

If you look, you almost certainly will find.

If you have any Beatle magazines or Pete Best's book, "Beatle!" you could be a superhero. (One chapter of Best's book is available online, but I haven't been able to find the rest.) Or if you have any less-available source material I am urging you—begging you—to jump in and check some footnotes. With Lewisohn as bold as he is in the easily searchable things just imagine the license he's taking in the rest. But whether hard to find or commonplace, check a source. It adds up and it kind of feels good to uncover some bullshit.

For your edification and motivation I am adding a clip — lightly edited to take out some Lewisohn devolutions (so here's the queued up link) — of Mark Lewisohn bragging and basking in the praise of being called a historian who should be ranked alongside the great LBJ biographer Robert Caro, of him saying that the Beatles should appreciate anyone writing a biography of this high a standard about them, and a momentary lapse into deep resentment that they don't appreciate him. And then he gives his little speech about the Beatles being about “truth with a capital ‘T’” and how he is writing a biography to match that truth.

“Truth” is a word Mark Lewisohn needs to keep out of his mouth. If you feel like he should be struck by lightening for uttering it, that is exactly what I am talking about.

We are that lightening.

Honestly, what AKOM started is so awesome. It gave this an outlet. (And I still go back and listen for both source material and motivation.)

It's sickening to listen to this now. Sickening because Lewisohn has been making us all his dupes for far too long. We have been his marks, and there's almost nothing I hate more than being conned.

[tadpoledyke]

what happened with your ex? if you wanna share..?

Gather round children it's time to spill the tea

So my ex is this white country butch and I loved her so much. We met in September 2022, Made it official a little after Xmas same year.

2023 was a hard year for me, dealing with my cousin's death was rough and I was struggling with all my college classes. So obviously mental health in the shitter.

Two weeks before our one year anniversary, it's the day of an event I had been looking forward to for months. She comes over while I'm getting ready and says we need to talk after we come back. I say why wait just do it now. You're not breaking up with me are you? Silence.

She explains about how my support needs are a lot, she feels more like my carer than my girlfriend (all things I brought up with her before and she waved away previously btw)

Does the whole "it's not you it's me" thing. She says I made the year the best year of her life, but she just isn't attracted to me anymore. And hasn't been for a while. Ouchie.

So we break up. Cool.

My housemate tells me that before she dumped me my ex had confided in him, telling him she's so scared of me getting upset about things. Basically convinced him I'm abusive. (After talking to a lot of my mates I came to the conclusion that I was in fact not an abusive partner)

About 3 months go by and I develop some old film reels. There's some really gorgeous photos of my ex. Like, objectively. Just nice pictures. See for yourself.

After debating whether or not to send them to her, my best friend finally convinces me I should. Because everyone deserves to have nice pictures of themselves.

So I do.

She replies, praising my talent and we start to have a conversation. A pretty normal conversation until she starts to get a bit flirty with me, saying it's a joke. Which is fine in small amounts but she's laying it on thick.

She says she wants to give film photography a shot and I remind her of a camera I bought her but she got frustrated at and abandoned at my house. Tell her she can come by and grab it anytime, and even give the cats a pet. She's delighted and says

"I would ask to marry you if we weren't already broken up"

I'm immediately uncomfortable and wish I never invited her over. I make up some dumb excuse and she ends up not coming over.

A week or so later, my friend is scrolling on Instagram and sees one of those photosets from my ex. She's kissing a girl in the first one. And swipe a couple more along and there's an incredibly graphic picture of a kangaroo that the both of them ran into with their car.

Now kangaroo roadkill is very common in Australia, just like deer in America but it's definitely not okay to post without any warnings...

My indigenous friends are all pretty taken aback and when one of them confronts her about it she replies "what's wrong, I'm just posting me and my girlfriend and the weekend we had" new girlfriend says "yeah it's a real shame what happened to my car"

Making me realize this bitch was flirting it up with me while she had a girlfriend too... AND doesn't give a fuck about Aboriginal people ... It's sickening...

[roxiestranger19]

The Laundromat

(a little thing i wrote using made up characters- inspired by all the gym girlies on my feed)

The bell rang and my eyes shot up from my dark corner of the floor, lit only by the Walmart sign across the road, to see none other than Reid Parker walk through the door. When Taylor said I could come in after the closing time to do my laundry, I assumed I would be the only one here but apparently not.

“‘Sup dude, Taylor let you in too?” Reid asks. I roll my eyes so far in the back of my head that I think I gave myself a headache.

“Yeah, he did. I thought I had exclusive access.” 

“Oh, it’s you.” He opens a washer and dumps in way too many clothes. “How do you know him?”

“The gym.”

“You go to the gym?” He asks.

“Yes, I do, actually.” I smile sarcastically and go back to my phone. 

“Okay, geez,” He closes the lid and leans against the machine. “Maybe if you wore anything other than baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants I’d be able to tell.”

“Yeah, I dont wear clothes to please men so, sorry to disappoint.” He clicks his tongue.

“Did your girlfriend break up with you or something?” I glare at him with murder behind my eyes. What did he just say?

“First of all, I'm straight, and second, I don’t remember asking for your opinion.” He looks a bit stunned and I eternally praise myself for my amazing comeback. 

“Ain’t no way you’re straight.” 

“Why are you questioning my own sexuality?” I ask.

“Because literally everyone thinks you’re a lesbian.” I think he thought that that would surprise me but I’ve been told that I’m gay since eighth grade and Ive given up on correcting people, except for this time. I dont mind being compared to lesbians. I'm ashamed to be attracted to men.

“Okay, and?” 

“Doesn’t that bother you?” He asks. 

“Not really.” I go back to scrolling through TikTok.

“Then why do you dress like a guy?” I throw my head back and groan.

“Why do you care?”

“Because. Don’t you wanna show off all your hard work?” 

“I don't, actually,” I say.

“I’m just saying.” He turns around and unscrews the detergent lid, “If I went to the gym enough to know Taylor, which I do, I’d show off.” I cringe at the excessive amount of detergent he pours on top of the mountain of clothes. 

“I'm not an attention seeker like you are.” I glance up at him. 

“Being proud of yourself is different than doing it for attention.” He lets the lid fall closed, creating a loud bang that resonates through the empty Laundromat. 

“Whatever,” I mumble. I don't want to talk to him anymore. There have been a few times where I want to literally flex on everyone, show the people what I do five times a week, but I haven't worn short sleeves in almost three years. Besides my ex, Isaac, no one has seen my arms. I don't know why I make it such a big deal. I got nothing but compliments from him. If I didn't care from the beginning then I wouldn’t have anything to be scared of now. I blame it on not wanting the attention or experiencing the terrible feeling of everyone looking at me, but I think it’s starting to become deeper than that. I check my timer and there’s still twenty minutes left. Reid has been counting coins for way too long and I think I saw him squinting to see the numbers engraved on a coin that I can tell is a quarter from all the way across the room. He finally puts it in the machine and sits on top of it. 

“So what brings you here at this fine hour?” he asks. While slightly less annoyed now that I've had a few moments of silence, his presence still irks me. 

“Peace and quiet and no ones gonna throw out my shit to put theirs in,” I say. 

“Those people are the worst.” He’s definitely one of those people. “So…,” he looks around, “the whole gym thing.”

“No more questions.” 

“What’s your squat PR?”

“I’m not doing this.”

“Whatever, mine's definitely higher,” he brags. Oh, please. His ass is way flatter than mine.

“I dont care.” I dig around for my headphones and put them on, a universal sign that I do not want to talk. I turn on my Rihanna playlist and close my eyes. One minute into “Pon de Replay” I feel something hard hit my face. “What the fuck!” I yell, pulling my headphones off. A penny. Reid threw a penny directly at my forehead and doesnt look in the least bit sorry.

“I'm bored,” he smirks.

“How the hell is that my problem?” I throw the penny back at him but it hits the washer instead and flies in an unknown direction.

“Excellent aim.”

“Shut up.” I put my headphones back on and watch him slide off the washer. His mouth is moving but I can't hear a word he’s saying. “I can’t hear you!” I yell, closing my eyes. Just as I think he has given up I have the feeling that I'm being watched. I slowly open my eyes to find him standing right in front of me, scaring me shitless. “Jesus Christ!” I clutch my heart. He’s bent over laughing. I take my headphones off again. 

“I was standing there for a solid minute before you noticed,” he says breathlessly.

“Stop laughing at me.”

“Only if you do something for me.” I can see the gears turning in his head. 

“Do you not have a phone or something else to entertain yourself with?” 

“Nope.” He sits down criss crossed. God this man is a child. My ten year old cousin is less annoying.

“Well stop harassing me.” I put my headphones back in my bag. 

“What are you going to do about it?” He challenges. I dont have the energy to do anything and I don't know what he wants from me.

“I'll do anything that will make you leave me alone.” I immediately regret what I just said. 

“Anything?” His eyebrows raise.

“No, not anything. Just, what do you want?” He faces me head on and looks me dead in the eye.

“I want you to take off your clothes and post a picture of yourself without wearing that hoodie.” I feel my face heat up and I'm grateful that neither of us bothered to turn the lights on when we came in. I shake my head.  

“Absolutely not.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I haven’t posted on my instagram since freshman year of high school and im not undressing in front of you,” I say. He scoffs.

“Isn’t your account private? Barely any people would see plus, I can’t see shit in here.”

“The point is, I'm not doing it.” I can’t believe he would even ask me to do that. It may not be a big deal to other people but it is to me. Thirst traps are embarrassing and he can definitely still see shapes in here which is already more than what I want him to see. He rolls his eyes.

“Are you embarrassed or something?” he asks. 

“What? No!” I’m not. My body is the thing I'm most proud of and I want to keep it to myself. 

“Then what is going on?” I breathe in deeply.

“I just don't want to post the pictures.”

“So you’d do it?” He perks up.

“No!”

“C’mon please?” he begs. 

“No means no.” He groans dramatically, dragging his hands down his face.  

“Don’t give me that. What if I did something for you?” My interest is peaked.

“Like what?”

“I’ll get Taylor to lower your membership cost,” he says. That would lower my stress a lot. Sure I could go to the school’s gym, but it's always super busy at the times that I like and I wouldn’t be able to do my laundry at night. 

“How do I know if he’ll do it?” I ask. I’m disappointed in myself for even considering it.

“You gotta trust me,” he says. Yeah that’s a no. “You know Taylor would definitely let you in for free. I’m surprised he doesn't already.” He has a point. Taylor isn’t past doing illegal shit. The man’s a drug dealer for christ sake and he tells people how to break into a Laundromat that he doesn't even work at anymore. This is the only reason why I agree. I trust Taylor, not Reid. 

“Fine I’ll take the pictures but I’m not posting them.”

“Hey–,” he starts.

“And you better talk to Taylor or I’ll get your friends to send your embarrassing pictures to the barstool account.”

“Okay, okay. I will.” He starts to stand. 

“Help me up.” I hold out my arm and he grabs and pulls so hard that I think he pulled it out. “Ow, bitch!” I yell and punch him in the shoulder. He stumbles back and I shake out my hand. 

“I cannot wait to see the muscles that were responsible for that.” He holds his shoulder. I roll my eyes but internally, I’m freaking the fuck out. I’ve never been this scared. 

“Turn around,” I tell Reid.

“I literally can barely see you right now.”

“Do you want me to do this or not?” I ask. He stares at me in silence. 

“Fine,” he agrees and turns around. My stomach flips and I definitely shouldn’t have eaten that Taco Bell. I take two deep breaths and pull my crew neck over my head. Thank god I wore one of my better sports bras today.

“Uhh, it’s off,” I say. He starts turning around and I quickly cover myself with my shirt. He looks me up and down and my anxiety spikes. I wish I could see his face but he’s facing away from the windows and he’s right, all I can see are shapes.

“You're gonna need to drop the shirt for the picture anyway so might as well do it now,” he says. I slowly lower my arms, feeling more and more exposed every second. I throw my shirt onto my backpack and stare right at him. His eyes rake over my chest and stomach, making a shiver run through me. “Damn, Izzy,” he steps back, “Your abs are more defined than mine are.” I blush. I feel like the worst feminist on the planet. I’m not supposed to give in to male validation, but it feels so good. 

“Just take the damn pictures, Reid.” He shakes his head and gets out his phone. “No,” I stop him and hand him my phone instead. “Use mine. I don't want you to send them to anyone.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Uh huh.” I nod. “Right.”

“I wont. Now stand by the washers where the blue light is,” he directs. I move past him, next to the only row of washers that are lit. 

“Tell me what to do.” I say. He clears his throat. 

“Turn around and do the basic flexing pose.” I hold up my arms and flex, showing off my arms and my back. I know it looks good because I take my own pictures that I have buried in the depths of my laptop. I have so many folders that it would take someone ages to find them. “The lighting is cool as fuck. You might need to take pictures of me next,” he says. 

“I'm not doing that.” I turn over my shoulder to catch his gaze. “What’s next?”

“Um, sit on the washer and lean back.” I slouch down so my butt is on the edge of the washer and lean back on one arm. He squats down to get a low angle. “Jesus. How many pull ups can you do?” I can see him spamming my camera. I sit up straight with my hands gripping the edge of the washer. 

“How many can you do?” I ask. He steps closer to me.

“I asked you first.” His features are illuminated by the light and I don't feel exposed anymore. I think I kind of like this. 

“Guess,” I challenge. 

“I’m not going to guess.” He takes another step towards me, sets my phone down behind me, and puts his hands next to mine on the washer. His eyes never leave mine and all I’d have to do for him to be close enough to kiss me is open my legs, but I don’t. 

“Why?”

“Because I don't want to guess wrong and be accused of underestimating you.” he says sincerely. My heart flips in my chest. 

“Do you want me to flex again so you can make a more accurate judgement?” I tease. 

“Yes,” he breathes. I adjust my hair and flex at the same time and then put my hands on his shoulders. I feel him tense beneath me and his breath hitches. “I'm guessing 10.”

“14,” I correct, “But I haven't done them in a while.”

“Impressive.”

“Thanks.” The blue light makes his jaw look super sharp and I can just barely make out a faint dusting of freckles on his nose. His gaze flickers to my lips and back up to my eyes and heat rises in my body. My mind doesn't want me to kiss him but my body clearly does. His hands move to my thighs, slowly spreading them apart so he can get closer to me and I let him. My body has never burned as much as it is for him right now. He starts leaning in and I close my eyes, waiting for his lips to touch mine but then my alarm blares loudly behind me and I jump.

“Goddamnit,” he says, jumping back. I reach behind me and frantically tap the screen to get the alarm to shut off.

“I should, um,” I stammer, pointing behind him at the dryers.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” He moves to the side and I slide off the washer, not daring to look at him. Neither of us say a word as I pile my clothes into my laundry bag and walk over to my things. I curse at myself while putting my hoodie back on. I almost kissed him. I almost kissed Reid Parker, and I wanted to too. He’s still standing in the same spot when I go back to grab my phone.

“Um, i'm gonna go,” I say, turning towards the door. 

“Yeah, ok. I gotta stay here, so.” He hoists himself onto his own washer. 

“Ill see you,” I say, immediately cringing. I open the door and walk back to my dorm. What the hell just happened?

[hiraya-rawr]

Imagine Thoma finding out the little crush, he’d probably laugh, I mean he’s got to be used to hearing stuff like that. Right? No way people don’t whisper about how cute and kind he is when he walks down the street lol. & If it really broke the kid Kamisato’s heart just IMAGINE how nice he’d be. He’d sit them down and just explain why they shouldn’t get heartbroken and how in many years they’ll find someone who makes them forget about all their silly crushes ☹️☹️☹️ if I had to get rejected by anyone I’d choose Thoma

Imagine young!Kamisato!reader developing their first cutesy little crush on him.

note: HNNNG ANON BECAUSE I JUST KNOW Thoma is the type parents are pushing their of-age kids to, he's everyone's dream son-in-law, he's the type little girls crush over in whispers and little boys look up to him and nosy housewives would compare their husbands to him and and-

based on this post

He probably did something nice and simple, like offered them candy or helped them clean up a mess before they could get scolded and reader just falls for him 😖

Thoma is the slightest bit oblivious but when Ayato notices the blushy look on his sibling's face, he's in panic because NO NOT HIS LITTLE SIBLING HAVING THEIR FIRST CRUSH NOOO you're like 6-10 years old or something.

It was fine at first: first crushes fade away real quick when you're at that age anyway but now you're constantly following Thoma, peeking around from corners to look at him clean the house. Thoma's the only one who really plays with you, he helps you with your studies and gives you head pats and everyone else is just so busy.

Thoma does laugh when he finds out, pushes it aside as a childhood thing, feels flattered about the situation. He won't address it but he'll take it as a teaching opportunity! Your future crushes should know how to treat you right, so he'll only do the best for you.

Ayaka finds it cute and sweet too! She might even tease you about it.

Everything really was fine until you started running up to Ayato, asking if he brought Thoma with him and Ayato is just like?? 😀 he's been so busy working day and night for his two younger siblings and this is what he comes home to.

Why are you looking for the pyro maid no no look at big brother instead 🥺

So Ayato's grabbing onto Thoma and telling him how he HAS TO EXPLAIN TO YOU why your little crush won't work out. It's unfortunate that big brother has to orchestrate your first heartbreak, but don't worry! Once you realize how unworthy Thoma is, big brother will come comfort you instead muahahahah (or so, that's how Ayato thought it would turn out)

Back to your ask but YOURE SO RIGHT, IF I EVER WANT SOMEONE TO BE MY FIRST REJECTION IT WOULD BE THOMA.

Thoma would be so nice and sweet, takes you out for icecream or dango milk first (something that doesn't happen a lot, you're always stuck guarded in the estate!) and brings you to a cool spot with Taromaru and other strays.

He sits you down to tell you how you're an amazing person with so much potential 🥺💖 Thoma talks to you about how you're still young and you've got the whole world to see, carefully threads around your trauma of losing your parents early, depending on your big siblings, etc etc. Might bring up the status difference to help support why you should give up on him.

He ends it by saying things like how you'll grow up to be a great Kamisato. It feels more of a praise-dump that a rejection, really, so you're not even crying.

Probably makes you fall harder for him tbh :D but you understand a bit more about love now and you go back to the estate.

Ayato's there with a gloating face like 😏😤 "I knew all along he doesn't deserve you-"

but you go like "I'm going to work hard and grow up to be a great Kamisato and offer an arranged marriage with Thoma!"

Ayato proceeds to drop his boba once again.

[cinnamonest]

So anyway after a few days of playing I not only have some general thoughts but I've concluded that every twst boy needs sex so badly he could probably get a doctor's prescription for it. Medicinal pussy. But like each needs a different type. I'm not far but allow me to explain

Tranquilizer pussy. Sedative pussy. Calm tf down

Instigates fights with people over him mishearing and thinking they're insulting you. This includes professors and will argue with them on your behalf bc they have you a 98 and not a 100. Has already convinced himself watching you sleep is normal and beneficial

Frustration management pussy. Uses you like a chew toy and can (and might) throw you halfway across a football field. Trauma dumps, like just lays 15 years worth of emotional problems on you in the span of 3 minutes and doesn't realize why you're making that face. Pretends to not care but really bad at it. Also cannot flirt or communicate romantic intent. Attempts to do so exactly once and embarrasses himself so badly he never tries again. Barbed cat dick

I can't really identify it in a word but like "maybe getting laid will reduce the degree to which you are a perpetual threat to the harmony of this societal infrastructure" pussy. Expresses affection by making your life miserable. Does not understand his own feelings/mad at himself for having feelings so he will be a menace to you specifically until he gets bored of it and takes a break. So you get like on/off intervals every day where your life will be terrorized vs moments of peace and you never know when one may start or end.

Emotional support pussy. Secretly comes running to you for comfort/reassurance after getting in an argument or being wrong about something. Gets it out by fucking hard but immediately afterwards needs to be held and continuously told that he's right and everyone else is just wrong and also that he's better than everyone at this or that while you're at it. Will shrivel up and die without darling praise like a plant with no water. Mommy kink

Antidepressant/amphetamine pussy. Go outside

Would unironically call you kitten on discord. Seeks help regarding you from Reddit and then complains about his failures on 4chan. Steals water bottles you throw in the trash to refill and drink out of them bc it's an indirect kiss. Gets too nervous and doesn't know what to say so most text conversations are lots of nervously sent memes. Obviously sets up cameras but specifically puts like five in your shower so he can get various angles.

Honestly does not have any dire pressing need but a need nonetheless that he has neglected. Like to the extent that once he realizes he wants it, his brain short circuits bc how to obtain? Knows how to be charming and flirtatious but cannot seem to figure out how to channel that into being an actual Sex Haver™. Pitiful

[egg-on-the-run]

How about relationship headcanon’s and yes there’s cute stuff but what about realistic shizz? The good, the bad, the ugly. The stubbornness that with time one learns the art of compromise for.

I've only ever been in one relationship and tbh it was very like relaxed??? We never argued much so I hope this isn't super unrealistic.

Leonardo:

Never tells you why he's upset. It's always a guessing game and the worst part is half the time he is not upset with you

He'll have an argument with Raphael and give everyone the silent treatment while he's huffing (and it is huffing) and you spend an hour trying to figure out what you did wrong

Leonardo's confrontational about things that Do Not Matter but avoids conversations about things that are actually important

Like yeah he'll tell you if some silly habit kind of annoys him but it takes a long time for him to confess that PDA makes him a little uneasy

That's another thing: PDA is a minimum with him. Yes he will put his arm around you, yes he will hold your hand. But please no kisses in front of his family he just doesn't vibe with it

He's very nervous about a lot of things, very nervous about going on dates, doing things with you for the first time. You do have to take things slow with him and it takes a while to perfect the art of reassuring him without making him feel patronised

His love language is acts of service and quality time.

Sometimes that quality time is napping because he's prone to overworking himself

Adores it when you take control of things. LOVES being babied and taken care of

Call him something like "sweetheart" and he becomes putty in your hands

His ideal date is he makes dinner, you buy dessert. You both do the dishes together and watch a movie afterwards 💙

Raphael:

Hahaha get ready to rumble.

King of arguments, fool of never being able to apologise

You will bicker about everything to the point where everyone is like 👀👀 but the second anyone else says something? You are both wildly protective of each other

"God you're such a prick" "Yeah screw you Raph" "Casey I swear to god if you ever say anything like that ever again I will kick you so hard in the dick you'll give yourself a blow job" "Raph you're s/o is scaring me" "Casey I'm going to put your head through the wall."

Raph likes to pretend arguments just Did Not Happen. He doesn't expect you to apologise either so at least you can't call him a hypocrite, but he just prefers moving past things. It's over now. Don't bring it up again.

And yes this does cause more conflict sometimes. But you cannot date Raph and not be stubborn. If you put your foot down firmly enough he will give in and do his best to talk about things. He doesn't necessarily like doing it, but you're both stubborn and both very much in love and he's always willing to try

Much more into PDA than Leo. Likes to hold you against him, leans on you, plays with your hair. He just constantly likes to be touching you in some way, even in front of everyone

You can pull the "because you love me" card at any time

"Can you make me some coffee?" "I'm in the middle of playing a game, why would I make you coffee?" "Because you love me."

He doesn't mind it as much as he pretends to

His love language is physical touch and acts of service: lots of cuddles, he holds all your stuff, walks you to and from work

His ideal date is just him trying to teach you how to fight

Lots and lots of gym dates, exploring sewer tunnels and the city together, him letting you win at wrestling ❤️

Donatello:

Leonardo's bad at confrontation sometimes, but Donnie? If you stabbed Donnie he wouldn't complain

Donnie is very insecure in his ability to please. So he works overtime and stresses himself out. If something is bothering him you will never find out because he would rather suffer in silence than even risk upsetting you by bringing it up

His thought process is something along the lines of he interrupts you once so he thinks he just shouldn't speak. He has not connected the dots but he's certainly jumped to conclusions

It takes a very very long time for an argument to actually happen because if you try to talk to Donnie about something he will just Immediately Agree With You, even if he doesn't

But when an argument does happen he says a lot of mean things to get under your skin and you will play the very same cards when things get heated

As time goes on you both get better at having discussions rather than arguments. But when a fight happens you can go days without speaking to each other

Very protective. Likes to know you're safe. Yes it's doting and sweet, but it's also a little annoying having text him "yes I'm still at work darling" every hour

Donnie is also an "actions speak louder than words" kind of guy. No saying sorry, but he makes you a little gift and slides it across the table. No words exchanged, but you know he's sorry for what he did

Mixed feelings about PDA. Sometimes he's more than happy to let you sit on his lap, other times if you try to hold his hand he flinches

Baby is a little touch starved. He gets overwhelmed very easily and shuts you out. Some days are better than others but again, he just doesn't tell you

His love language is gift giving and loves making you little trinkets and toys to put on your desk. But he adores receiving words of affirmation

His ideal date is both of you info dumping in your room while eating pizza. It's so simple, it's so easy. Usually whenever he starts to ramble he forgets a lot of his insecurities with touch and will let you hold him 💜

Michelangelo:

King of communication. He just does not like to argue, fighting upsets him and when you're angry with him he gets a little afraid

Even if you are very frustrated he takes you by the hand and sits you down. He has it down to a routine, there's no problem you can't solve together

It takes a good while for you to break down his walls. He puts up a very fun loving, easy going front to please everyone and even when you start dating it's difficult for him to be completely open

But when he shows you his deep emotions once he's very comfortable showing them to you again and again

Needs lots of reassurance, not with regards to relationships but with regards to himself. His brothers still treat him like the baby of the family, still make him feel stupid. You treat him like he's capable of whatever and he just bursts into tears because you have complete faith in him

You do, however, understand that his brothers treat him like the baby because sometimes he acts like it

He can be a little too high energy and sometimes you just need space and he doesn't understand that it's not his fault, you're just tired.

You have a code for when he's being too affectionate. He loves PDA to the full but it is overwhelming: a squeeze on his knee tells him to calm down a little

He's such a people pleaser that you have to make most of the decisions with everything. Where you want to eat, what you want to do, it would be nice if he took control a little more.

His love language is yes and. Jk jk he praises you 24/7, pet names, compliments, worships you. Loves physical touch as well obviously

His ideal date is something arty. He takes you to find a blank wall in the tunnels and you both just spray paint 🧡

[laurfilijames]

Jealous Heart

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Requested by my naughty anon “E”, who wanted a needy/jealous smutty Kili. Thank you so much for coming to me for this! It’s been such a pleasure to write and I hope it meets your expectations. I’m honoured to have received this request- my first one ever! Enjoy your possessive and jealous Kili!

Pairing: Kili x female reader

Words: 3,222

Warnings: rated E. Vaginal fingering. M/F intercourse, unprotected. Kili is quite possessive in this.

Kili sat with his back rigid against the cold stone wall, arms folded across his chest, watching Y/N with fire in his eyes.

The tavern was bustling tonight. There was barely enough room to pass through the crowd to get to the bar for another ale, but still all Kili could focus on was you as if you were the only other person in the room.

He wanted you. Bad. But there you were for another night, laughing and being wooed by other patrons in the tavern. Other patrons who were far more suited to you than he could ever be.

The man who was currently stealing your attention, or caught completely under your spell was more like it, was a tall dark-haired man with a full, thick beard. His size towered over your frame, his rugged charm working to bring out your gorgeous smile, and the scene filled Kili with rage and jealousy.

He was a dwarf for pity’s sake, yet here this human sported facial hair that could challenge even Thorin’s kingly beard in all its glory! There was no way he could compete with that.

Kili felt like a disgrace, his mood continuing to fall as he began to pick at the bindings on his boot that was resting up on his knee.

How many times had he imagined you pressing your lips along his stubble-coated jawline, praising him for the intense pleasure he provided, begging him for more? Each time he touched himself it was to thoughts of you, pretending it was your gentle hands tugging on his hardened shaft. Since reclaiming Erebor he’d been with a few women, most of them eager to show their gratitude to one of their heroes, but the only one he really wanted, the only one he longed for, was you.

It seemed as though every other man in town- dwarf, elf or human- was captivated by you and tried for your affection. Who could blame them? You were perfect.

But watching them all set out after you night after night started to take its toll on Kili, the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head in the depths of his heart.

“You need to make a move, Kili, or Y/N will be long gone before you even have a chance to call for another ale,” his brother said pointedly with a nudge to his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts.

He shook his head in defeat, glancing up to watch you throw your head back in laughter. Gods, you were a sight.

“There’s no use, Fili. I mean look at her!” he waved in your direction, your charisma infectious to everyone around you. But his doubt left him as soon as he looked your way again, feeling a rush of urgency to have you, to push away any man who threatened to seize you from his own reach, to claim you as his.

He sighed and looked at his brother beside him who took a long drag from his pipe, regarding you from across the room with an odd expression on his face. It almost looked as though Fili himself was considering making a move on you and the thought made even more anger rise up in Kili.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, having seen that same look on Fili’s face before when he was interested in a woman. He wouldn’t think twice about dumping his ale over his brother's head if it came down to it.

“No, no, I wouldn’t,” he assured him, “It just doesn’t seem like she’s actually enjoying herself,” he tipped his head in your direction, his moustache braids wagging with his movements. “You should go and rescue her.”

“You think?”

“Yes! Just go!” Fili gave him a hard push on his back, causing him to almost trip over his own feet as he stood from their table.

Kili took a deep breath before he made his way over, and when he was close enough he noticed a faint tinge of falseness in your eyes, an annoyed expression crossing your face. A feeling of possessiveness came over him now that he knew you weren’t interested in this man’s company, and he found it hard to control his anger.

“Kili! I was wondering when you were going to make your way over to see me!” you exclaimed with enthusiasm the second he joined your side, hoping he would catch the thanks that laced your tone for interrupting your conversation with the man who tried his best to persuade you into his bed each night.

“Y/N,” Kili greeted you shortly, staring up at the man across from you with a venomous look. “Is this man bothering you?”

You couldn’t help but notice how dark his eyes were and you wondered if the young Prince was jealous.

So you decided to have some fun, thinking maybe this was the way to get him to finally admit those feelings for you you always suspected he had.

“Not in the slightest,” you cooed, biting your lip to hold back your smile as his head whipped to look at you, his brows knitted tightly together.

When you saw his reaction, you couldn’t keep your face from splitting at his sheer disbelief that you could have been enjoying yourself. The other man sulked away and you sighed with relief, “I’m kidding! Thank you for coming over, I could only be nice for so long!”

Your hand automatically rested on his forearm, feeling the muscles shift underneath his skin when he clenched his fist, the movement sending a sensation through you that made your breath hitch.

Kili didn’t return your smile though. He looked at your hand that remained on his arm and shook his head slightly as he turned away from you.

“It’s nothing,” he said in a low voice, but you could see through his words. He leaned forward against the bar, forcing you to drop your hand from him, refusing to meet your gaze when you shifted your body to try and face him again.

“Is everything okay?”

“Fine.”

Another lie. You wanted to tell Kili just how badly you wanted him, that there was no way any other man could compare to him. You could sense his unease and longed to erase it with your lips, desperate to admit that anytime you were intimate with anyone it was him who you imagined being with.

Kili glanced over his shoulder, rolling his eyes when they met Fili’s who nodded at him to continue talking to you. He rubbed a hand over his face, strongly considering getting his next pint and heading back to the table without saying another word. There was no way he could muster the strength to push his jealous feelings aside and just tell you he fancied you.

But he was quickly persuaded, feeling the gentle touch of your hand on his shoulder.

“Kili, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me,” you said faintly. Even through the noise of the crowd your voice sang to him clear as day, and he longed to hear what other soft sounds he could coax from your lips.

“I can’t stand seeing you with other men,” he declared, the words leaving his mouth involuntarily as if staring at your lips had him in some sort of trance.

Your eyebrows flew up in shock as you processed his words, making him panic slightly. He reached for his full tankard and turned to leave, but stopped when you spoke.

“Why is that?”

He sighed again and brought himself to face you, looking at you with an unashamed need.

“I want you to be mine.”

You nodded slowly, hoping you heard him correctly over the commotion around you.

You’d had your eye on Kili ever since you were young, and seeing him now as a grown and proud warrior after reclaiming Erebor had you yearning for him even more. The truth was that you were often jealous of how much attention he received from other dams throughout the kingdom, constantly having to listen to them all gush over him. And now he was telling you he wanted you?

Not daring to miss your opportunity, you leaned your body close to his, pulling him toward you by tugging on his coat with one hand, the other moving to wrap around his muscular torso.

“I want you, too, Kili…”

His gaze made you squirm where you stood, his expression enough to break your boldness and make you want to submit to him right then and there.

Before you had any more time to think up the things you wanted him to do to you, Kili grabbed your hand and gave you the cheeky smile that made your heart do flips, spinning on his heel to drag you through the crowd behind him.

“Where are we going?!” you asked, surprised at his sudden ambition.

“Away from all of these people!” he explained over his shoulder, a mischievous look plastered on his face.

The pace of your steps matched his, equally zealous to get away from the crowd and find a quiet spot to be together, but before you even made it out the back door Kili turned toward you and pressed you against the wall, eagerly taking your lips in his.

His hands groped at you while your tongues collided, the warmth of his mouth and body radiating through whatever part of you he touched.

You moaned into him, his large hands pulling at your dress, trying to expose more of your chest to him. Kili’s lips left yours and flew to your neck, kissing a trail down your ticklish skin which made your moans turn to giggles. Just as he drove his thick thigh between your legs to part them someone walked past, interrupting your activities. You both broke out in laughter, unable to believe you were actually fondling each other in the hallway of the busiest tavern in all of Dale.

He attached his lips to yours again in a hurry, backing up to remove you from the wall and pulling you with him. You were stumbling over each other in your search for the exit, bumping into walls before finally crashing against the door that led outside.

You couldn’t get enough of each other and before you even made it around the corner you had successfully torn open his tunic, revealing dark hairs covering his strong chest. Your hands carded over his bare skin and you pushed your tongue deeper in his mouth, ecstatic to be in this moment with him.

You couldn’t help but squeal when he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his middle, carrying you the rest of the way over to a more secluded area behind the row of buildings.

“Kili, someone could see us!” you worried, but you didn’t truly care, knowing just how much you wanted the dark-haired archer. He placed you down, but you didn’t trust your shaking legs, your arms remaining around his neck for support.

“I know, but I need you, Y/N,” he looked at you with an ache in his eyes and you knew he meant it. “I need you now.”

You tugged at his hair as he consumed your mouth again, his hard cock pressing against the material of your dress which was straining to get through his trousers.

Your fingers fumbled with the laces on them, desperate to feel him in your hand. Teeth nipped at your neck in response to your endeavour, a deep groan leaving his mouth to air over your flushed skin as you reached in and freed his length. You knew he would be impressive in size, but this was more than you were expecting and your thighs squeezed together at the thought of him stretching you.

Your name came out of him with a hiss as you began stroking him, your thumb running small circles on his leaking tip, your touch turning him feral.

He bucked into your hand and attached his lips to yours once more, one hand clutching your waist to pull you closer while his other tore at your neckline to expose your breasts to him.

He parted from you to take the sight of you in, your bare chest heaving in anticipation, nipples taught in the cold, night air.

Kili’s face plunged to your cleavage, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your breast as he sucked on your peak while he gathered the material of your dress to ruck it up over your hips.

Although you were almost delirious from his actions, you continued to slowly pump his throbbing shaft, pausing only when he glanced up at you with a possessive look. His fingers grazed up your quivering thigh and now lingered against your wet folds, waiting for your consent. You pushed your hips forward, a signal of your need for him to touch you more. He happily complied, plunging a large finger inside your warmth, his thumb finding your swollen bud to circle and press on it. A moan left you and your body shuddered to his touch as he moved his finger in and out of you, then adding another to stretch you further.

“Kili…” you gasped, gripping onto his broad shoulder as you rode his hand while still jerking your own along his length in a steady rhythm.

He removed his fingers from your fluttering folds and gripped around the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his waist. You felt his spongy head press against your wetness and you gasped at the sensation, more than ready to take him in.

“I will make you forget any other man who has ever touched you,” he vowed in a rough tone, and you knew it would be true.

Kili grabbed onto your bum, pulling you closer to his body as he pushed through your entrance. Your head fell back against the wall as you stretched to fit him, thankful for how wet he had made you. But even with the amount of slick that coated your walls, his girth was enough to make you whimper and cry out.

“Am I too big for you, amrâlimê?” he asked in a low, husky voice, his breath tickling beside your ear, still continuing to push deeper into you regardless of your answer.

“No, Kili,” you managed to say through a moan, “Please don’t stop.”

He moved to rest his forehead against yours, placing a gentle kiss on your lips as he bottomed out in you, his hips pressed firmly against yours.

“Good, because I want you to think of me with every step you take tomorrow.” His eyes were black in the moonlight, his words and his stare making you shiver. Kili moved so he was almost all the way out of you, making you miss the fullness he created, but thrusted back into you in one swift motion and you cried out again.

The sound of hips slapping against each other and your combined panting filled the quiet air as he worked to set a tempo, the tip of him contacting your deepest spot with every plunge that sent fire through your veins.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he declared, increasing his pace, determined to prove it.

You tugged at his hair and nodded in agreement, pulling him closer to you to capture his parted lips once more, eager to have him fulfill his promise.

As much as you didn’t want this to end, you knew neither of you would be able to last long. Feeling every inch of his thick cock slide in and out of you, hitting the perfect spot every time had your head spinning, each pump rubbing his coarse hairs against your swollen clit, getting you closer to your end.

His name fell freely from your raw lips, a mantra to the ecstasy he was giving you, which only brought more inspiration to the Prince.

“Kili…”

“That’s right, say my name,” he begged as he gripped harder on your hip to allow more traction to pound into you with even more force.

In addition to his ferociousness, the things he was saying to you wasn’t helping to prolong your session either. Kili continued spilling possessive proclamations from his mouth any time your lips weren’t locked together, making you feel powerful to have such an effect on him.

“I will be the only man who gets to make you feel this good,” he said hoarsely beside your ear, his intensity somehow increasing.

A cry escaped your lips as you began to climax, your walls clenching tightly around his member, your nails clawing at his back.

“That’s it,” he coaxed you, “let go. Let me have you, ghivashel.”

Allowing your body to give in to what it longed for so desperately, you did just as he told you and let yourself fall, shuddering around him as you came harshly, Kili not holding back as he pounded you over the edge. You felt him pulse inside you, filling you completely with his spend. He growled and with a twitch came down from his own high, your bodies in sync with each other, working as one. His lips met yours again in urgency while he still rocked slightly within you, the thickness and heat of his seed feeling exquisite against your fluttering core.

Kili remained encased by you, enjoying the feeling of you around him as he slowly softened. His forehead pressed against yours as you shared the same breath, and he couldn’t help but relish in the satisfaction of having you. You were his…

“I’ve needed you for so long, Y/N,” he admitted, “I needed to make you mine. I couldn’t bear to watch another man touch you, let alone look at you for another night.” He brushed his nose against yours, his lips moving against yours faintly while he spoke. “I should have done this long ago.”

You gave him an eager nod, “Yes, you should have, Kili. But we can make up for lost time.”

His mouth consumed yours again, a silent agreement that this wouldn’t be the last time he would prove to you that you belonged to him.

After a moment he pulled away from you, breaking the seal on your lips as well as the connection that remained of him inside you. As if feeling the loss immediately, he looked at you with a worried expression and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” he asked you, searching your eyes with a gentleness that contrasted to his earlier passion.

“Of course I will,” you responded with a smile, seeing how your answer instantly brought one to his own face, his brown eyes glowing.

He kissed you sweetly and cupped your cheek with his warm palm, “Thank you. I want to be with you any moment I possibly can.”

Your smile grew at his confession, seeing the love he had for you, your heart swelling at what could come to fruition between you and the Prince.

Now that Kili had you, he knew he could never be without you. He took your hand in his and thanked Mahal as he led you through the night toward Erebor that he was now with his One, the only one he ever needed.

———

Everything: @guardianofrivendell @midearthwritings @cassiabaggins @lilith15000 @trishthedishofreis @linasofia @unbeatablecurlgirl @the-poldarkian

Kili: @valquiria3000 @fandomfaery

[terato-storybook]

Petty

c.w: GN reader, lemon, semi-public, mild manhandling, begging. 🔞

"This is such a bad idea," you breathe next to his ear, "we'll get kicked out, stop it."

Cerberus just grunts, adjusting you against the wall.

"I'm serious - you're too tall, someone will see you over the side," you press, then dissolve into a quiet whimper as he slides in deeper.

You're not sure how you ended up here. You'd just been asking his opinion on a few new outfits, and before you knew it he was shoving his way into the changing room stall with you.

You suppose, now that you think about it, the blame might lie with your ill-advised jokes about putting on a private fashion show for him at home. You should have known better than to rile him up in public; he isn't exactly the mascot for restraint.

You start to protest again, but he brings a hand up to smother the sound, palm over your mouth as his fingers splay across your face. You make an indignant noise, but forget yourself once he starts to thrust.

He starts up a fast pace, and you fight not to vocalize as you pant against his hand. The spring in your belly starts to coil tight, and you think maybe this wasn't the worst idea, after all - and then he stops, completely. He even takes his hand away from your face and just stands, frozen.

The sudden change is almost as jolting as having a bucket of water dumped on you. You whine and squirm against him, but he doesn't budge. He might as well be a statue.

"Hey. Move," you complain breathlessly, tugging a bit on the lapels of his jacket.

"Is that all you have to say to me?" He asks, voice soft yet menacing. "And while I'm going out of my way to spoil you, too," his other head tsks, disappointment dripping from his tone.

His meaning takes a few moments to get through your haze of lust (not to mention outrage - his interpretation of the current events is incredibly brazen, to say the least) but eventually you put it together.

Really, he's going to be that petty? Just because you dared to try and tell him no?

When he turns back to stare at you, you're gaping at him, complete with an angry flush. He refuses to move, so you weigh your options - you know he's stubborn enough to keep you here, just like this, until the store closes. You also know that you would quite like him to finish what he started. You'd be sacrificing your pride upon the altar of his arrogance, but it certainly wouldn't be the first time, or the fiftieth.

Surprising no one - least of all him - you cave.

"Please - you feel so good, please keep going," you whimper, squirming, "plea -"

You break off with a yelp as he suddenly bucks, hard enough that the thump your body makes against the wall is clearly audible. He does this a few more times, winding you back up - you cover your mouth with your hand to smother any cries, but all you can do is hope that no one catches on to the rhythmic noise his thrusts are making - and then he slows again. You groan.

"Oh, god - please -" thump - "Cerberus -" thump - "you're so good, amazing -"

His pace reaches a fever pitch, and you keep babbling - broken sentences of stuttering praise - as quietly as possible, hoping beyond hope that no one will hear (people are coming and going, using other stalls - you'll be shocked if you actually get away with this). He doesn't stop, doesn't slow, and soon you're coming with a barely-stifled scream.

As you drift back down to reality, your embarrassment grows by the second. You bury your burning hot face in his chest.

"You're so mean," you mutter, pouting, "how am I supposed to walk out of here now? Everyone's going to stare."

"If you're going to complain, maybe I'll keep you here until you can't walk at all," he threatens with a quiet rumble.

You're never taking him shopping again.

[wasabito]

➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

[maximumcheese]

210. Loopholes

Season: Summer

Location: Stalls In Front of the Live Stage

Time: Just after MDM

Kohaku: Go-o-raaaaahhh! Wait for me! I said I'm not going to beat 'im up, I'm just gonna pull a couple of hairs outta his head!

Why can'tcha just take your punishment like good little boys, you dumb idioooooots!

Niki: Stop stop stop!

My body and hair are my precious, precious possessions that I’ve dumped all my nourishment into~ I’m not gonna let anyone take that away from meeeee!

I didn’t do anything wrong, it was all Rinne-kun’s fault!

If you’re gonna pluck out my hair, at least get him too~! He’s a grown man, so it should totes be terrible for him!

Rinne: (—Ah, ha ha ♪)

(They’re havin’ fun, hey…It’s like I’m dreaming it all up. We’re not still noddin’ off on the late-night bus, are we?)

(That’d be nice, huh, but well, I’m not, so…)

(I'm not a little brat that believes that bad and miserable things don't happen in this reality.)

(Unfor~tunately, I'm a member of society who already understands that "Depressing Mondays" are sure to come, huh?)

(I don’t want to get climbin’ up in the years, but I can’t keep playing around forever.)

(Anyways—)

Hiiro: ………

Rinne: (Last time, I coulda’ taken him by surprise, confused him, and gotten away while he was still open.)

(But it won’t happen again, ‘cause his hunting skills come from my help, after all.)

Hiiro: ………

Rinne: …Hey. Don’t just stand there all silent and starin’ at me, you’re somehow starting to look like some cute girl tryin’ to pick me up.

Hiiro: …Yes. It seems that in the city, staring at other people's faces is a rude, or even detestable behavior. I just didn’t know where to start.

Rinne: Haha? You poor little thing, you’ve really been disowned by your own family, huh? ♪

You’ve got no right to call me “Nii-san” anymore, and it’s rude to address someone older than you without any honorifics.

You got some sort of psychological resistance referring to someone you hate as “san” or “sama”?

If you don’t know what to call them, it’s fine to just use “scum” or “idiot” you know?

That’s what everyone in this world does, they read off the labels pasted unwillfully on others. ♪

Hiiro: Hm. No, I’m going to call you “Nii-san,” like I normally would.

Rinne: …Really now? And why is that?

Hiiro: Well if it’s you, Nii-san—You’d understand. I was, in fact, disowned by you by virtue of your authority as monarch.

And I was ordered to never call myself an Amagi again.

But. In other words, I’m no longer a citizen of our hometown anymore. I lost that right. And back home, the monarch should have complete submission out of me but—

Rinne: …Yeah ♪

Hiiro: As I’m no longer obligated to follow the monarch’s orders, I can refuse your orders, too.

That’s why no matter what you say, I will call you my brother with dignity because—

I will hold my chest high, because I am Hiiro Amagi.

I’m Alkaloid’s Hiiro Amagi. In that capacity, as a formal idol from ES…I have a request for you Crazy: B.

Hiiro: Will you comply, or not?

Of course, you have the right to refuse this request. But if possible, I would be happy if you could accept.

Of course, if you fulfill my request, I'll also pay you the official fee in accordance with ES regulations.

…How about that, Nii-san?

Rinne: Hm~......I still think that you’re only thinking with your head, you know?

I want to praise you for findin’ that loophole on your own, and I'm glad we can have a somewhat normal conversation like this but, you know—

I've loved you since the day you were born.[1]

Hiiro: ………

Rinne: That’s why, cheer up. Do as you like, I’ll accept anything you got for me…What are we supposed to do, Alkaloid?

Hiiro: I’ll explain it now…I'm not going to ask you to do anything that difficult, so don't worry about it. Yes, probably.

Rinne: Gyahaha. Why are you being so delicate and inarticulate, is it ‘cause you had a hard day today? Did you get a sore throat from singin’ too much?

Hiiro: No, I’m fine. Mayoi-senpai trained me well in “bocal teck”.

But. When I was a child, you had been so nice to me, and I thought that had been because you were fulfilling your role as an older brother, as chief but—

After we met again in the city, you had such a disagreeable attitude and you’d make all these reckless remarks.

Surely, I had decided for myself that you hated me.

So when you show me kindness again even now it’s—What is it, like this, embarrassment? I have this strange feeling, is this embarrassment, Nii-san?

Rinne: Ah, yeah…I think? Stop that, you’re makin’ me feel embarrassed too, you know?

For just this line, Rinne uses “俺” (ore) instead of his usual “俺っち” (orecchi).