#lai’s spam musubi

[bonnvivre]

my friend made the vasco one and it makes me laugh every time

[blockedbykei]

Emergency request!!

can u please do tuskki with his extraverted and bubbly gf having a tough time then becoming noticeably quite and starts to push people away? Like its hard for her to open up and talk about it yk

Btw I absolutely loveeeee ur writing!! have a great daay/night ^^

thank u for this request i needed to refresh my mind 🙏

— timeskip!tsukishima

at first he thought that maybe he wasn't being as attentive as he used to be.

the walk to campus was quiet. it lacked your usual quips and awes at the random things you both saw on the sidewalks and on the stores. you only walked beside him, hand in hand, looking down at the ridges of the ground.

he hadn't noticed because he was too busy refreshing his mind for his upcoming quiz.

tsukishima starts to notice when you'd both eaten lunch at a store nearby and you weren't as happy as you were when you ate spam musubi. you chewed quietly, answered his questions with small hums. it concerned him a little, but he was the person to enjoy the silence when it was given to him.

then it worried him when you went home before he did, and he hadn't gotten a single kiss from you the second he steps inside. you acknowledge his "i'm home" with a "hello" from your shared bedroom.

so now there he is, leaning against the doorframe of the room, hands crossed, socked feet placed on the cold wooden floor. you lay on the bed and face the wall, hunched back facing him.

tsukishima frowns.

"oi," he calls, beginning his journey towards you.

you feel the bed dip at his weight being planted on the mattress, his hand coming up to shake you lightly on your shoulder. you groan, curling further towards the wall.

"(y/n)," he says, stern but also soft. his usual tone. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," your nose was stuffy, a sniffle making his eyebrows raise. "i'm just sleepy."

"at four pm?" tsukishima queries in disbelief. at this time, you were usually bubbly— hyper, planning the places you were going to spend the remaining day in, or encouraging him to join you fill your time. and as much as he playfully detests the thought of doing something rather than laying down, now he kind of wants to do the same thing. "babe, don't lie to me."

you say nothing.

he sighs, kicking his feet off the ground and laying down beside you, scooting closer to pull you into his chest when his arms wiggle beneath your body and the other scooching underneath your arm to hug you. tsukishima cranes his neck and nuzzles his nose at the back of your neck, inhaling.

"baby," he straightens his neck, placing his chin on top of your head, his hand under your arm rubbing your belly. "you don't have to lie to me."

your breath unevens, he feels it at the way your stomach rises.

"face me?"

his plea was enough to make you turn around in his grasp and face him, tired eyes blinking the dread that hangs on your eyelashes.

an uncanny sight— the usual joy in the glimmer of your eyes dullefied by the melancholic aura you release. at this, tsukishima's tone of nuisance has decided to drop and replace it with a dulcet voice that he had only reserved for you.

"what's wrong, hm?" his hand pushes your hair behind your ear, cupping your face gently.

"'m tired."

"i know that. you told me that earlier."

"in general, kei," you whine softly. "the projects keep stacking up over one another and i've got groups to lead and i've got proposals to meet and presentations to do and–"

you stop, the dam beginning to break at your waterline. tsukishima plants his lips in the middle of your eyebrows.

"go on, it's okay."

you sigh deeply, nuzzling your face on his neck. "and it pressures me so much that i don't know what to do."

tsukishima pulls you closer. you hear his heartbeat, soft– steady and calm, often fast at certain times, but it was always so calm around you. his scent wraps you in comfort, your hands wandering beneath his shirt to seek warmth in his skin.

"it's okay to not know what to do," he says softly. "you don't have to pressure yourself to know what to do immediately. take your time, don't push yourself to the extent of breaking."

"but you know what to do immediately."

"i don't," he traces figures at your back, shapes, you think. "i observe before i think. whether i do it within seconds or in minutes. it depends on the situation, really. but you've got to go easy on yourself,"

tsukishima pulls your face away from his chest. he leans closer, the tip of his nose rubbing yours, his eyes resting on yours.

"and i'm here. you don't have to do this alone," he kisses your nose. "don't be an idiot and ask me for help."

you laugh lightly, reaching up to place your lips on his.

they'd always been soft and sweet, a bright contrast to his usual demeanor. tsukishima hums and pulls you closer, his mouth opening the slightest to kiss you deeper and breathe your air. it was comfort, safe, home.

and he kisses you like he means it, in a way that he wants to protect you. in a way that shows you that he's here and he's not leaving you. his mouth moves against yours languidly, the soft clicks of your dampened lips and your eyelashes tickling his cheeks.

tsukishima breaks away only to leave another quick peck on your lips. he whispers, "i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere."

you believe him wholeheartedly.

[idontplaytrack]

Birthday baby

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(+ big sis Regina & Cady)

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Coarse language, fluff

Reader, Janis, Regina and Cady are in Hawai’i. Read part other parts here <3

“I still cannot believe you did this, Reg.” You glanced at your sister.

“Really? You are in Hawai’i and you’re just saying that?” Regina laughs, “Believe it, enjoy it.”

“Well it’s fucking expensive, that I believe.” You said back, brows raised briefly.

Regina squints at you, “It wasn’t bad at all, y/n. Stop your worrying, please, baby. Wait till you find out where we’re going for Christmas.”

“What?” You looked at her, utterly confused.

She laughs, “Relax, we’re in Hawai’i. Forget about your troubles, have fun. Feel the breeze in your hair, sand in your toes and eat so much Spam Musubi that you can’t even imagine eating any more.”

“Since when did you become an ad for this destination.” Janis snorted, laughing. She sits down next to you, handing you a glass of water. You accepted it, mumbling a ‘thank you’.

“I’m just trying to get her out of her own head. You got better ideas?”

“You all know I do.” Janis shrugs, scoffing.

“I’m gonna stop you right there, ‘Imi’ike.” Regina’s eyes widen for a second as she took a swig of her soda. Cady was happily laying on the couch with her head in Regina's lap, "I think we should go out for lunch. Now that all of us are well-rested."

"Sure!" Janis agrees, Regina did as well.

You blocked a burp and was absolutely not prepared for what happened next. An intense wave of nausea washed over you and you ran to the bathroom to spill your guts. "Well, shit." Regina was shocked. Janis trailed after you to ask how you were doing. "Didn't have to be that disgusted."

"I don't know what the hell that was." You admitted, hearing her walk into the bathroom, "I feel absolutely fine, I swear. Just been bloated and feeling absolutely crazy— oh God. I did not bring any pads."

"We'll go get some, it's alright." She helps you stand up straight. You went to rinse out your mouth after flushing the toilet.

"I wanted to swim." You sulked.

"We'll be here two weeks, we have plenty of time, honey." She says with a chuckle and rubs your back.

"I've never had this happen before." You told her while the two of you walked out.

"Are you okay?" Regina and Cady asked, watching you with concerned eyes.

"Guess so, my period's starting soon I think." You shrug, "I think I'm just gonna go nap for a bit. You guys go ahead and have lunch."

"Are you sure? We'll go grab you the stuff you need first. Let's go to the Target nearby." Cady looked at Regina, then Janis. You only shrugged and headed for your bed, flopping onto the mattress face down.

"I know what she uses, we can go." Janis volunteered.

"Okay, let's." Cady nods, "We'll be back soon." "Alright." Regina acknowledges, "Drive safe."

"I'll be back before you know it, babe." She walks over to you and kissed you on the head. You grumbled, "Okay." You hear them leave right as the fatigue took over and you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up again, it was a couple hours later. They were back from lunch, and brought you some food from the place they ate at. You spotted the bag on the dining table that they were sat around, chatting away. Janis notices that you were up first, "Hey, feeling any better?"

"A little. Did you get Midol?"

"Sure did." Cady confirms, retrieving the pink and yellow box from a plastic bag, "Here." You took it from her and went to pour yourself a glass of water so you could swallow the pill. "Thanks, you guys."

"Eat something after you take that, okay? The food's still warm."

"I will, Reg. Thanks."

"And later, after the meds have kicked in, we're taking you to the beach because why not? It's gorgeous, you'll love it."

"Would be nice." You nodded in agreement.

————

“You guys are so cute, it’s disgusting.” Regina smirked.

Janis tried not to laugh, but did anyway. “We’ll that’s love for ya, thanks for convincing me to come back here. It’s been much needed.”

“Hey, I’m not all bad.”

“I know that now.” Janis says back quietly.

“Also, it was either get the hell away from Chicago or June hounding on us all summer long.”

“She’s still being difficult?”

“I want to change our numbers and all, but that costs money. She should know to stay away— we’ve made that clear. We shouldn’t have to resort to that.” Regina sighs unintentionally, watching you and Cady build a sandcastle and laughing without a care in the world. “As long as she’s still with Carmelo, we’re not letting her back into our lives. That guy doesn’t give me any good vibes whatsoever.”

The ravenette nods, “I’m with you on that.”

“You don’t wanna join them?” Regina asks her.

“I’m good, had my fun. Now I just want to sit here and take this all in. Things have changed around here.”

Regina looks at her, Janis could feel the blonde’s gaze, curious.

“I mean, obviously. It’s been over ten years since I last came here. But I remember how different it was— a good different. It’s beautiful, but I can tell the harmful effects things like tourism has had on my home. I don’t hate tourists, just those ignorant ones that get too close to wildlife, crushing and destroying the nature. Okay? How many of those have we run into already. Just— never mind.”

“Not never mind. I hear you, the land is important, to you, to your family. To your people. Cady and I didn’t even want to come here, I just wanted y/n to be around so that you and y/n had another pair of eyes to watch out for her.”

“I don’t mind you and Cady being here, you guys understand. You’re her family and Cady’s your girlfriend. She obviously knows what not to do while here unlike those chuckleheads we passed by today.” Janis added on. “It just sucks a little that she got sick just now. But I’m glad she seems better now.”

“PMS can be rough. Though I’ve never actually seen her throw up from the bloat.” Regina revealed, “I guess hormones can make things very unpredictable.”

“Her appetite’s okay, though. At least she’s eating and she’s in the mood to go sightseeing, have some fun.”

“I’m glad.” Regina agrees, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay if I don’t think about my mom and my sister. But let’s face it, I’m sad because I’m here. And I’m reminded of them because I’m here.” Janis admitted, “Therapy this, therapy that. Once I’m back here, I still feel it all over again.”

“That’s…understandable. They’re people that are so important to you.” Regina said, “The reason why I planned this trip was to replace the negative emotions you have related to this place, with positive, happy memories with the one you love.”

“I know, and I really appreciate it.” Janis sighs, “It’s helping and I just need more time here to get used to being here even. But it’s been great. So great. So…thanks.”

Regina flashes her a crooked smile, “She learning Hawaiian?”

“Little bit. I love that she is. She doesn’t have to, but it means a lot even if it’s just basic words and phrases. It’s not easy, I myself am not entirely fluent.”

“That’s cute.” A proper smile forms on her face as she turned to face the front again, “I think we should head back soon, get something to eat.”

“You and Cady can stay longer, no problem. Me and y/n can go back to the hotel first, I’m feeling like cuddling with her for a bit then have dinner.”

“If I catch you fucking—”

“Ugh, no way.” Janis rolled her eyes, “I would never let you know. Besides, she’s not feeling too well. Why the heck would I even think of doing anything like that?”

“I don’t know. It helps with cramps?”

“Shut up.” Janis laughs, standing up and dusting herself off. She approaches you and Cady, “Hey. You wanna head back soon, honey?”

“Yeah. Sure.” You looked up, meeting her eyes. She smiles, then sat down with you. Regina came up to you guys too a minute later and joined in. “It’s so beautiful here, Jan. I love it here.”

“I know.” Janis smiles to herself, “I’m glad I could be here with you. It means the world to me that I get to share this with you.”

You looked at her, giving her a similar smile in response, “Let’s go in a minute, okay?”

“Of course.” She rubs your back, the smile still on her face.

"Hey, did you guys get any chocolate?"

"I did." Janis tells you, "You've been wanting to try those chocolate coated macadamias, so I did get some of those and the ones you usually like."

A few minutes later, you decided you had enough outdoor-time for the day and headed back to the hotel with Janis after saying bye to Cady and Regina. "Wait— you want me to pick up dinner on the way?"

"Sure, whatever sounds good, I guess? We have some stuff we got from Target that we could eat too."

"You mean the bread and the cashew butter? That's a snack." Regina stifles a laugh, "Cads and I will pick up some food on our way back, but if the bread's all she feels like having, that's better than nothing."

You kicked your flip-flops off once you entered the room. Then, it was straight to bed. Janis chuckles at the silliness, "You okay?"

"Why am I sad?" You say, voice unclear since you had your face in the mattress.

"Because...hormones are being mean?" Janis joked, sitting down in the spot next to you. You laughed, rolling over so you could look at her. The more you looked at each other, the more the mood shifted. "You want a kiss?" Janis asks knowingly.

You giggled, nodding.

She bent down and presses her lips to yours. You frowned when she pulled away. Janis chuckles at your expression, "Why are you so cute?"

"I dunno." You shrug.

Her palm rests on your torso, the slight warmth and contact comforting. But it wasn't long before your thoughts took a sinful turn. "Shit." You cursed, shaking your head as if to get rid of them. Her palm began to rub your skin, allowing the heat from it to be felt more obviously. It soothed your cramps somewhat, but it was not helping your...need.

"Hey, Jan. I know Reg told you not to, but could we—"

"Since when do I listen to Regina when it comes to something like making you feel good?” Janis smirked cheekily, “You sure?”

“Yes!” You nodded eagerly, “PMS is making me feel like a feral animal.”

The brunette laughs, the motion of her palm continues. Slowly, it starts to move lower. A harsh exhales comes out from your nostrils in anticipation. At the same time, she leans down and started to kiss you once again. “Shift?” She nudges you lightly, you pushed yourself up so that you were fully on the mattress. Janis follows suit.

“What if they come back—”

“They’re supposed to be next door. Serves them right if they barge in here without even knocking.” Janis smirked, cupping your cheek as her lips move in sync with yours.

“Fuck.” You laughed into her mouth. She squishes your cheek playfully and was then deepening the kiss.

“God, I love it when you cuss.” Janis chuckles lowly, it sends a shock down your spine that travels to the juncture between your legs.

A chuckle escapes your lips, staying connected to hers as you held her face in your hand too.

Janis hands start to undo your jeans’ buttons and pull it down along with your underwear. You lifted your hips and let her do so. Janis says with a laugh, impressed, “Holy shit. You’re soaked.”

You scoffed, “Get used to it. I can never do anything for myself in the apartment. The walls are so fucking thin Regina will hear it in seconds.”

“But we’re alone now.” Her fingers tease your folds skilfully, making you squirm as she’d expected. It didn’t take her long to decide to slip her finger inside you, strongly hooking it up to stimulate your sensitive spot deep inside.

You bite down on your lip, still apprehensive about making noise despite the privacy.

“It’s just us here.”

“I know.” You laughed, “But—”

“It’s fine, they won’t be back too so soon.” She assured.

“Goddamn.” You huffed, a strangled whine comes out of you. Janis smiles, contented, sliding lower, and lower.

“Oh my God—” You cursed, back arching.

“Oh, my God!”

Your eyes snap open, that voice. “Fuck!” You cursed, grabbing a pillow of all things to cover up your bottom half.

“Oh, my God, I thought you were—”

“I’m fine!” You exclaimed, cheeks immediately flushed with a red tint.

“Get out!” Janis yelled, still suspiciously close to you.

“I’m sorry!” She replied in a panic, “Dinner’s on the table. Bye, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry—”

“Stay away.” Janis sighs, exasperated, “Please. Regina’s not going to take this—”

“Take what?”

“Fuck’s sake!” You screeched, running to the bathroom, slamming the door.

Regina cackled, “I knew it. y/n you should totally top her and show her how it’s done.”

“Leave me alone.” You hollered.

“You poked the bear there, George.” Janis shrugs. “Couldn’t you knock?”

“I’m sorry!” Cady apologised again, “I didn’t expect this. She wasn’t feeling well so I thought she’d be asleep and you’d just snuggle with her or something.”

“It’s true, that’s what you told me.” Regina smirked.

“Well it’s now clear that she wanted more, isn’t it? Get out. Go back to your room.” Janis shooed them away, “It’s not like you give her any privacy at home to do anything if she needs to.”

“I don’t judge.” The blonde shrugs, “I may know what she’s doing but I didn’t say she couldn’t satisfy her own needs?”

“G, let’s go.” Cady tugs on her hand, “Good night, bye.”

“Of course.” Regina smiled at Cady, “Let’s go.”

“You’re gonna fuck too, aren’t you?” Janis snorted, trying not to laugh.

“Oh my, God. Guys!” You shrieked, “Seriously?!”

Regina and Cady finally scurried out of the room, leaving you and Janis alone finally. Janis opens the bathroom door without knocking, to check on you.

“I’m…fine.” You exhaled harshly, “Frustrated, and embarrassed but fine.”

“We’re alone now.” She walks in, “I can help you…finish.”

You chuckled, “Well, I— are they really?”

“I don’t wanna know.” Janis says with her brows raised, “What I wanna know, is how I can bring that smile back onto your face. I don’t want you to go to sleep upset tonight, baby.” She walks back to the bed as she speaks to you. “Get out of the toilet.”

————

Her lips wrapped around your sensitive nipple, making you moan aloud. She laughs against your skin, making you whimper. “So cute…” She cooed, “Does that feel good, honey?”

“Yeah.” You nodded quickly, not wanting to piss her off and stop.

Janis’ mouth kept at it, she knew you loved her playing with your tits like that. Sometimes she was confident she could make you unravel just by sucking on them. She wasn’t wrong.

“Sit up.” She says, mouth detaching from you. You didn’t resist, so she just pulls you up by the hand. She sits in front of the headboard, legs apart, telling you to sit in between them, “Come on, baby. Sit here.” Once you sat down, her hand slides down your front, fingers finding its way back inside you, steadily pumping in and out. Her free hand fondles with your tits at the same time, the combination of these gestures quickly sent your head spinning. When her fingers hit a particularly deep spot, your back arched, pushing her fingers even deeper. “Shit.” You cried out. The most intense part of it all, was this new position. This intimacy was causing you to feel insanely shy. Janis was living every single moment of it, doing anything to make you feel good and keep making those sweet, sweet noises for her. When her lips end up behind your ear and trailing down your neck. You lost it, moans becoming obscenely loud, curse words spewing from your lips with no end, her name repeated over and over like a chant as the pleasure build and build to the brink of letting go. You were sweaty from the weather(the humidity, honestly), but you were so far gone, you could only care about chasing your high.

“Oh, yeah. Keep going.” Janis chuckles into your ear, the vibrations sending electric shocks down your back, her encouragement making you cry out her name again along with a ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ that she adores. Sucking at a spot along your shoulder, Janis leaves a mark, but shit she draws out the loudest moan of the night from you that even startled you.

“You’re so close, aren’t you baby? I feel it…” She purrs, “Soaking the sheets, my hand, you’re throbbing and clenching. I love the way all that feels to me. I bet you’d want to come right now, don’t you, pretty girl?”

You whined, then nearly cried. Licking your lips, you squirmed and yelped when she swatted your pussy. “Fuck— Jan— oh my God!”

Your chest heaved as she did that, then she pressed her thumb down on your clit, you feel the pulsating intensify. A pathetic whimper falls from your lips as she tells you to hold it. Your head falls back on her shoulder, you take a deep breath that was shaky as she removed her thumb, sliding that palm to the side to caress your inner thigh.

“Hold it, my love.” She whispers, kissing your shoulder blade fleetingly, then she was sucking at your neck again in that one spot.

“Fuck…” You panted, whine after whine flies out of your mouth. “Fucking tease.” You grumbled.

“You love it.” She continues massaging that little area of your inner thigh, fingers teasing your clit eventually.

You did love it. Of course she was right.

But it was starting to get unbearable. You could not hold it for much longer. “Please, please— please, I’m gonna c—”

She purposely twisted your nipple between her fingers and it caught you so off guard you actually screamed, “Oh my God— please. I need to come, Jan.”

She hums and you feel her shrug, you took that as your permission to finally let go. But what she does shocked you, the girl was mercilessly rubbing your clit which ignited a different sensation within you that you had no chance of fighting. Unraveling, no— squirting, for the fucking first time in your life, you naturally fall back against her for support as you breathed raggedly, desperately trying to catch your breath. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you feel her push her fingers back inside you to help you ride out this crazy high.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it.” She laughs, proud. “That’s it, pretty girl. Such a good girl.”

“I’m gonna come again if you keep talking.”

You could hear the grin in her voice, “Do it, you know you want to. I know you can.”

“You’re crazy. You know that?” You said, words coming out in pants as you entirely relied on her to stay seated.

“Hey.” She chuckles right by your ear again, “Your sister didn’t call me pyro-lez for nothing.”

You wanna talk sinful? This was sinful. Her actions, your noises, your thoughts. Everything about this situation seems so forbidden and ridiculous, it was making you so high on the feeling of chasing your high. Again.

“Come for me, honey.” She smiles, the motion of her fingers growing sloppy once she feels you getting close again. The squelching noises echoed through your ears and the room, making a dizzy smile creep onto your face. “Give me one more.”

You nodded vigorously, “Coming— oh my God— mm— mm, fuck— I—”

Your legs clamped shut on reflex but she held you open, whimpering almost pitifully, tears were brimming in your eyes. You were trying your hardest not to cry. It felt good, so fucking good but did you want to cry? No.

“Fuck yeah.” Janis turned your head to capture your lips into her own, “That was so fucking perfect.”

You laughed, nearly in delirium. “Are you trying to make me not walk at all tomorrow or what?”

“No, but I couldn’t stop so soon once I heard those pretty noises from your mouth.” She smiled, gazing into your eyes lovingly, “You feel okay, though?”

“Yeah, I feel great.” You told her, kissing her back. “Sleepy though. Maybe go easier on me next time.”

“That was so hot, though.” She giggles cheekily, “Can’t believe I made you sq—”

You shushed her, “No, no, no. Do not say anymore of that.”

“Okay.” Janis hums in agreement. She slid away from behind you and let you lie down.

“Wanna take a shower with me?”

“The sheets need to be changed.”

“Oh what an awkward conversation that will be with room service.” Janis chortled, you looked at her horrified.

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[brooklynislandgirl]

Favorite way to receive affection?

What’s something their significant other can do to make them feel safe?

Do they workout or put on makeup for their significant other?

Do they find a need to be in a relationship, or do they have a ‘if it happens it happens’ feeling?

What food or drink can be given to them to show that their partner really cares?

Soft Sunday Mornings || Accepting

I. Favorite way to receive affection? Beth loves the feel of fabrics beneath her fingers. Moreso the warmth and texture of skin beneath her own. Likewise, she adores being caressed, kissed, or hugged close. Holding hands and laying with her head in someone's lap while they card through her hair are things that make her melt. II. What's Something their significant other can do to make them feel safe? To physically make her feel safe? Wrap her in a hug. Hold her close and let her head rest against your chest so that she can feel your heart beating. Rub small circles against her back. Let her make a blanket fort out of your arms {or your hoodie}. To emotionally make her feel safe? Listen to her without laughing or mocking the strange little things that eat at her in the dead of night. Don't tease her about struggling with words and don't be mad at her when she asks you to repeat yourself a half dozen times. Give her the grace to be the little manic-pixie nurse-shark she tries so hard to be, it helps her hold off the gaping maw of depression. III. Do they workout or put on makeup for their significant other? Beth prefers yoga, jogging, surfing, swimming, dancing...almost everything other than what she considers banal gym-rat work outs, unless she's doing so with a friend or partner. Make it a game or a competition and she'll go as hard as she possibly can. A lot of time though, it has to wait until she's rested up from her gruelling work schedule. As for make up, she knows how to apply it for special events, or for specific reasons, causes. She does, on the occasion, enjoy dramatic looks that emphasises her eyes and her lips, drawing attention to what she considers her best facial features but for the most part, the more comfortable and engaged she is by someone, the easier it is for her to go au natural. IV. Do they find a need to be in a relationship, or do they have a ‘if it happens it happens’ feeling? Beth doesn't believe that relationships last. She doesn't see herself as someone worth keeping after the initial shine has worn off and the work begins. She works too long and too hard. She's always got one thing or another to eat up the time between her shifts, causes she's tied to and obligations that aren't exactly good for her mental health. She's under no delusion that she isn't a handful that no one really wants to take on for very long. She's content having her deepest relationship being with her Hanai Sister, being part of the group rather than the centre of someone's universe. V. What food or drink can be given to them to show that their partner really cares? A properly brewed cup of Kona coffee, with either soy milk or coconut milk, and two modest spoons of sugar. This is love and life in one perfect cup. She misses all of the foods that were common in Hawai'i growing up; kalua pork, spam musubi, poi ~two finger, try an' mahalo~ or malasadas, manapua, saimin, loco moco...the list is endless. While Beth considers herself primarily a pescatarian, she does and will eat things with meat when she's in her native islands. And while this may sound easy, almost nothing on the mainland resembles authentic Hawai'ian or Samoan food. She would probably stab somebody for the low, low price of real huli-huli chicken and a side of ogo. Outside of that, coffee and cinnamon crumb coffee cake are good choices.

[dgaftilwedie]

found this in my reblogs so i thought i'd do it over again :33 weehee!!!!!!!!!!

my little ghoulies ofc :33 and fry futurama but that's cringe shhhhh

LIGHTERS they noises they make are so sparky i love it

yeah :P but only in the summer and they're locked in three different places because im paranoid

a lot of them. does slenderman count??????

brown :3

i don't know :(((

hair ties. my hair is too short for scrunchies right now i think, but i DO have a lot of them

two i think??? i cleaned recently :3

ICED i like my coffee iced but im so bad at making it

probably

jorking my it (writing)

a sleepy one (im tired) (it's 1;30am)

i've been mowing down on some pringles for about an hour (they're philly cheesesteak flavor) (straight heat btw)

YES

no all of my children are dead ☹️☹️

not yet but im getting my permit soon :3 i am late bloomer

the one where i can't see things far away

shampoo......... sometimes i use my mom's leave in conditioner or like this curl cream??

yes :3 i have so many colors you can use whatever ones you want

soda

like 80% of my belongings ARE stuff from my childhood

annoying

i like it :3 as long as it's like. chilly enough for me to wear a hoodie and jeans but not chilly enough for me to need a hat and gloves

smokin a pack??? i don't know i've never been on a rooftop before

lotion cuz it makes me feel soft but perfume because i use it more

my face. ifrit's tiddies. end of story.

uhmmmmm i didn't fall asleep until 3am last night......... i woke up a couple times but i didn't officially wake up until like 1pm???? jesus wtf i slept for 10 hours WHY AM I STILL TIRED

yeah........ i wear a mask....... with a smile......... for hours at a time....... heh........ /s

warm......... toasty even

NO!!!!!!!!! FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE, NO!!!!!!!!!!

ghost :3

i have a couple :3 there's this really big pink one that i like, uhmmmmm i have a jersey shore towel i use alk the time and also one with flamingos and one with stripes and one with sharks

the other day, my mom was off of work and she took me on one of her Woods Adventures :3 she pointed out a whole bunch of native plants to me and i found ghost pipes for her !! it was really fun aside from the fact that there were a bunch of mosquitos that went ham on my calves

literally 95% of ghost's discography

est i think????

once. and then i changed it back. it was starii-grl for a very brief period of time but then i was like "oh god im not a girl" like i got lowkey dysphoric over my fucking url and i changed it back LMFAOAOA

n/a LMFAO

whatever soap my mom's soap lady makes that shit smells delicious

do i- PFT..... DO I USE LIP BALM??????? HAHHHHHHHH (i have an entire bin filled with chapsticks) (yes) (yes i do)

so many i absolutely scarfed down some spam musubi earlier and i had a milkshake and uhmmmmm my chips and more ice cream :3

5-11 sugars. 7 pumps of whatever flavor is tickling my tootsies that day. coffee?? so full of milk it's the same color of my skin. i offend the real coffee community.

pou :3 i love my pou his name is gumpou because he looks like a gumdrop

i like spicy foods a lot but i think my favorite part is the way i can like feel the fucking spice in between my teeth i genuinely love that part

depends................ what is my limit..................

yes. i woke up. my allergies were really bad because i haven't taken my zyrtek in months. i layed in bed for an hour and then i came upstairs and cleaned my piercings and took a shower and then cleaned my piercings again. and then i watched futurama for several hours. and then i ate dinner (really yummy chicken nuggets). and then i made my whole family milkshakes and i made my mom lunch for work tomorrow and then i tried to paint her toenails but i went really bad because we don't have good black nail polish :( and then i painted my OWN nails and then i played majora's mask for like 45 minutes and then i got really frustrated with the snowhead temple because i am so fucking bad and uhmmmmmmmm then i played ocarina of time which im SLIGHTLY better at :3 and now im layingon the couch watxhinf youutube and answering thes wiestions YAYAYAYAYAY

BLACK CHRISTMAS (1974)

i don't know 😭😭 it was probably a fuckinnngnfdkdkkeke bird video that i sent to my mom

the first time with permission was on thanksgiving in 2021 and i had a sip of wine and it was super gross. i almost yacked. the first time i went behind my parent's back was last august when i was goin thru some stuff. it was a rum and coke. it was fucking incredible.

no :(

i mean if you wanna :3 go for it

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[onyourzeus]

it just is | pjh

ykcyj ➝ arskyh

title: it just is pairing: park jaehyung (jae of day6) & you genre: angst with a happy ending words: 4.2k

author’s note: this took a few days to write because i wanted to approach it with sensitivity, and some realism from personal experiences. as i get to know jae as an artist, a day6 member, and a person even more, i feel so grateful for his music and his vulnerability that oftentimes is met with differing opinions from other people. i wanted to express that in this fic, and i hope i did the genre justice. 

content warning: discussions of online hate, criticism, feelings of worthlessness, coping through them

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

You don’t get it— or maybe you do. You’ve been given criticism before; on a powerpoint presentation, college-level essays, exams with written solutions needed, even for work performances. It has its benefits, having other qualified people observe you through their own lenses. It makes you notice the errors in your answers, mispronunciations, and flaws in your work ethic you wouldn’t have been able to catch if you were tasked to evaluate yourself. 

There’s a difference however, in the ways that you’ve experienced being given criticism and the way Jae has. 

He gets criticized. Instead of firm and blunt observations that he needs to take into consideration, and adjust when necessary, he isn’t given a room for improvement. He just receives these words with a punch to the gut, a slap on his face, and it stings. A whole damn lot. 

You think about the unfair times you were given criticism for work or a task that you originally thought was executed decently enough, at least for your standards. But that’s the point of being handed blunt feedback, is to let you realize that you can reach higher than this, go beyond what you previously had shown to others or even to yourself. 

Criticism given to you over the years had always spared space for you to reflect, and grow with it. It was always supposed to be a weapon for you to take into your own hands, and wield it yourself. It was never meant to attack you full force, and leave you bleeding with no help in sight. 

So maybe you do get it, but also you never really will when it comes to Jae. 

Either way, you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t pick up the phone at a time when everyone in the city should be fast, fast asleep. When people have already drifted off into a deep slumber that enables them to dream beautiful things. 

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you wouldn’t ride your bicycle so late at night which you absolutely abhor. The cold air hitting your face as you speed up against its current is rarely a welcomed feeling, but that was the least of your concerns as you turned the corner to his apartment. 

When it comes to Jae, your mind hums a low beep, static noise to blaring fire alarms and resounding thoughts in an instant. 

You don't think much of it, however. He's just another friend, one who is in need. 

You never truly believed he could be alright by himself, but you wanted to give him a chance. Now, hearing his voice crack through your phone followed by the connection breaking apart, you struggle to forgive yourself for letting him be. Even for just a little bit. 

There wasn’t a need to knock, but you’re worried Jae may have forgotten he even called you in hesitation in the first place. In order to avoid spooking him, you make your presence known more clearly in the darkness. 

“Jae, it’s me. I’m coming into your room.” 

The door squeaks lightly, but the view isn’t any different. It remains dark, and lifeless in here. Stepping inside, the air just got a little bit heavier, and Jae’s breathing sounds more difficult that you began feeling aware of your own heart rate speeding up.

Retracing your steps from the multiples times you’ve been here, you get to the small lamp he barely uses on his desk. You turn it on the lowest brightness setting, giving the room a bit more dimension. It gives you a better view of Jae laying down on his bed, eyes staring into the ceiling. His hands support the weight of his head, lifting it up from the sheets. 

He sniffles for a split second, and your heart thuds like a mic stand dropping on the floor at an empty stadium. 

“Hey,” you approach him, careful not to be too loud with your movements. 

The mattress dips from the weight of your body, and Jae slightly shuffles to the side to give you room. The side of your lips twitch in response as you make yourself comfortable laying down next to him.

For the next few minutes, no one talked. 

Not even a hello back from him, and that’s new. 

It’s… concerning, to say the least. Even in his most stressful days, you’d stop by his place knowing it’d annoy him but the sight of you and the smell of homemade spam musubi never fails to brighten up his mood. 

He doesn’t forget to tell you that, and it makes you feel needed. 

Taking in a deep breath, you look at him in the corner of your eye. He’s not asleep, although his eyes flutter back and forth from keeping it trained to the ceiling and drooping it ever so slightly. You squint further, noticing dried streaks of tears blurring onto his skin. 

Your voice shakes. "Tell me where it hurts, Jae.”

You will yourself to resist your own choked out sobs. You’re not even sure what the issue was today. It’s always different, as if they have a giant wheel reserved just for him that someone gets to spin for their own pleasure. 

Sometimes it lands on the same, debunked misunderstanding. Other times, you’ve become shell-shocked at how quick they fill in the blanks with made-up accusations for the sole purpose of hurting him even more.

None of it makes sense, and what angers you the most is the fact that Jae made you promise not to interfere. You hate that he used that word with you, promise me, please? because both of you know the importance behind them, especially when said between the two of you.

Did he change his mind tonight? Did it suddenly become too much to bear that breaking the very promise he asked of you was his last resort for help? 

“Tell me,” you repeat with more determination now than overwhelmed nerves. 

“You wouldn’t understand,” Jae answers, cold and empty. 

Any other day that you pester him with a makeshift therapy session, you’d take that as a challenge. But tonight, his words linger in the air and you can’t shake off the goosebumps on your skin. 

Maybe he’s right; at this point, shouldn’t you be more irritated than concerned? If he’s not willing to at least describe how inflicting the pain must be with every word online stabbed into him, why do you bother cleaning up the mess? 

“How do you know that?” 

“Because you’re not me. They say those things because it’s me. I’m the problem.”

“Jae—" 

You have the script memorized, the tirade of counterpoints to every blame shifted upon himself, but tonight you stop the words spilling from your mouth. 

You turn your body towards him, hands folded underneath your cheek, a lone tear falling from your right eye.

“Do you believe them?” You ask, and the pause in Jae’s staring doesn’t go unnoticed. 

He finally looks at you directly, ever since laying down beside him on his bed. With his body still laying flat, he turns his head to face you, his lips pressed together roughly. 

You elicit a tsk sound, ignoring the amount of time that has passed since your question. Your fingers meet the cracked skin on his lips as you gently pry them off of each other. It’s wet, and the bright ring of blood doesn’t surprise you. Instead, you wipe it away, pulling your hand back to smear it off your shirt. 

At some point, Jae mouths you a sorry but you don’t acknowledge him. Just as he’s obviously avoiding your own query.

“You’re not sleeping well,” it was more a fact than another question thrown at him. You reckon he’d be more cooperative with you if you say it how it is without him denying openly obvious things. 

“You’re only drinking dubious cups of coffee in a day with one meal in between, at the most.”

“I haven’t had an appetite recently.”

“But you’d cater to your growing caffeine addiction more so than bring your appetite back?” 

You don’t want to sound mean, but the stress lines forming on your forehead aren’t helping with your attempt to ease into the conversation more slowly. 

Jae sighs, and it’s one of his many signs that entails he wants to move on, talk about something that is less targeting his questionable behavior and more mundane shit that doesn’t fit into the mood of the room at all. 

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

Unexpectedly, you look back at him and answer with a hint of surprise, “You think so low of me.”

Jae laughs, and for a moment the room became brighter. Just a little bit. 

“Dude, do you know what time it is?” 

“Yes, do you?” It was a rhetorical question, but you’re sort of glad he’s not just staying silent anymore. “I don’t have class in the morning. Even if I did, I’d still be here. Just cursing you out more for making me bike in the cold.” 

“It’s because you don’t wear enough layers, dummy,” Jae points out, pointing at the lack of thick clothing covering your upper body. 

Your first instinct is to flick his forehead, nudge him by the shoulder, and call him a fool. How can you even think of yourself that way when you receive a call from someone whose voice was on the verge of tears? 

But you let it go for now, it’s not like he’ll believe you. It’s not like it matters. 

“I still haven’t gotten my From Friends merch, Jae,” you taunt him and he laughs once more. Slowly, you feel his mood change from dreary to a few degrees warmer as he sits up on the bed. 

You follow his lead, keeping your knees close, chin resting atop them. You’ll humor him for right now, it’s probably best that you don’t force his feelings out in the open as unwanted as they may be. He might not allow you in the future if you do.

“You can have one of mine. They gave me a ton from the first test batches,” he offers, leaning into you as if to convince you even more. 

“I’m seriously gonna hold you onto that. I’m not leaving your apartment tonight without a sweater or two,” you respond, darting your tongue out. Normally, Jae would reciprocate, and if he’s feeling even riskier, inch his face towards yours for shock value. 

Tonight, he’s definitely acting differently than normal. Especially with what he says right after is not something you’d expect from Jae. 

“Don’t leave tonight.” 

“I—” 

“Just for tonight?” Jae pleads, gaze fully on yours now. “I’m sorry for being selfish, but… I’m really, really glad you came. I wouldn’t know what… I’m just.. lost and I don’t know what else to think. I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. I’ll stay,” you reassure him, not entirely sure what this entails. 

This doesn’t feel like those nights you’d be here for sleepovers countless of times before. Those nights were planned, prepared, and eventually ends up with Jae sleeping on the couch and you hogging his bed, as per your request (yet he willingly lends you his blanket). 

Maybe two, three hours at best— this was the amount of time you believed you’d stay. You’ll listen to him vent, or just sink into the silence with him. Either way, you knew your presence can only soothe his pain temporarily, and he won’t say it out loud so you show yourself out the door voluntarily. 

He wouldn’t protest, just hug you goodbye and ask that you text him when you get home. 

You awkwardly stretch out your legs, placing your hands on your thighs. Swallowing a nervous breath, you let out, “So, um, do you want to talk about it, pal… or…” 

All of a sudden you can’t comprehend a single word you’re saying, while Jae just stares at you amusingly, his lips in a tight smile waiting to burst out in giggles. 

“I’m trying to comfort you here!” you whine, pouting at the way he’s making fun of you. “When you suddenly ask me to stay just like that, it makes it… weird!”

“I’m sorry,” Jae chuckles airily, carding a hand through his ruffled dark brown locks. “It’s fun for me when I’m not the butt of the joke,” he continues on, tone spiraling to that of seriousness again. 

“Is it something incredibly absurd again? What was it? What happened?” 

Jae shakes his head. “The words don’t matter.” 

You argue back, “Yes, they do. It’s what hurts the most.” 

You’ve seen the tweets, sometimes even the hashtags and you wish there was a way to mass report the whole app altogether, and throw it all away in the trash. But Jae reprimands you for overreacting, even if you catch him smiling at the suggestion. 

“Debatable,” he sighs outwardly, clasping his hands together and resting them in between the wall and the nape of his neck. “A lot of them are just empty words, sure, but the pain they inflict is something else entirely.” 

There’s something about the way Jae speaks about criticism thrown at him that makes you frustrated. 

It’s not a secret that there isn’t an ounce of defensive vein in you when you’re at the receiving end of people finding faults in your work, your character. You believe humans are overprotective of who they think they are, they’ve become, as much as they like to hide it. 

But with Jae, he sounds way too calm and composed for your liking. Ironically so, since he mentions pain. Perhaps this is his coping mechanism, take them as they are, unembellished and oftentimes hurtful. 

But it doesn’t have to be that way, because the more he speaks of them so nonchalantly, the less his eyes sparkle and show his true feelings. 

Your eyebrows crease even further, examining Jae’s facial features that remain still and unmoving, giving attention to anything else in his line of sight but you. 

“A lot of them are false accusations, you don’t have to accept what you think is false.”

“Are they, though? To an extent, I think it shows what others perceive of me on a daily basis.” 

“So you’re saying you do believe what they say about you?” 

“At this point,” Jae starts off, stretching his arms upwards before crossing them against his chest languidly. He looks tired. “What else do I believe in? You know when the negativity becomes so loud in your head, I can’t explain it, but the words that tell me to keep going get muddled and overpowered by everything that screams I’m not enough?” 

You’re not sure whether to respond. 

It doesn’t seem like anything you say can add value to his confession. You look down on your hands, not knowing what to do with them so you keep them intertwined. It’s sweaty, yet the buzzing of his air conditioner fills the air. For some reason, you can’t stop your heart from pounding heavily inside you either. 

In a way, it’s possibly because of the realization that all you can offer Jae is an ear to listen to. All you can offer him is your body warmth hopefully exuding onto him, having the presence of another person in his space just to ensure that someone is listening to what he has to say. When no one else seems to let him do so online.

But you want to be more, you have wanted to be so much more. You wish your hands can extend themselves to his, pull him closer so he can hear your heart beating desperately for him. If it had a morse code of its own, it would have confessed the love you feel for him all this time. 

It’s gone quiet again, so you slowly lift your head to sneak a peek at him. His eyes are closed, and you wonder if he’s fallen asleep with unwanted thoughts fogging his brain. 

Great, the guilt makes it way on your shoulders, weighing you down with it. He asks you to stay, you don’t believe his sincerity, and when he’s opened up so much in one night, you lack the response he needed to hear. 

“If it means anything, I don’t believe them. You have your share of dumb moments, sure, but who hasn’t? If they figured out how much stupid shit I have said or done in my lifetime, I don’t think I’ll have a career ever again,” you mutter, mostly to yourself now. 

Your mind wanders back to those times that you’ve made yourself look like a fool in front of Jae, and he still holds you against them to this day. 

“Remember when I said owls were the cutest animals ever? And then I saw a tumblr post of what their legs looked like underneath all of those feathers? I felt so betrayed,” you recall out loud, snickering at times the group chat you shared with Jae and your mutual friends consisted solely of those creepy baby owl pictures that have surfaced on the internet-- seemingly their only purpose was to torment you with the truth.

You had posted your intense distaste of the animal on your Twitter, rather proudly even. It was a good thing your account was private, but the shame you felt was too intense to keep it on your profile for too long so you ended up deleting it, anyway. 

But imagine if someone had somehow saved that tweet and called you out for being cruel towards unsuspecting birds? 

“Or the time I got so drunk, I basically roasted all of your solo songs, calling them the national anthem of a hopeless romantic who will never find the love they’ve been praying for?” This was before It Just Is with Seori, and it was a dare that Younghyun had given you as payback for making him act out a lovey-dovey manhwa scene with Dowoon. 

You think, if their supporters heard that out of context, you’re most likely toast. 

Understandably, these are all a stretch, and at the end of the day, you’re not as famous as Jae. And if anything, the “roast” you had blurted out was completely inaccurate of what you actually think of his solo projects. 

A projection, if you will, of your own feelings. If anyone in your circle of friends wears the title of a hopeless romantic, the crown has been glued to your head since meeting Jae. 

“I’m not making any sense,” you say, rubbing your cheeks for comfort while watching Jae just doze off into the night. You weren’t sure if he still needed you to stay, but you’d feel it would be amiss if you left. 

You begin to shuffle your way off the bed to give yourself more space to think about your next move until you feel Jae’s hand reach for yours, and squeeze it tight. 

“I didn’t say you can go,” he mumbles sleepily, eyes still fluttered close. Yet his lips are smiling, almost as if he’s dreaming lightly. If that were the case, you humor him, and let his hand fall into yours. You like it that way, too. 

“Did you hear what I just said two minutes ago?”

“No,” he lies. 

“Mhm,” you hum, slowly making your way on the bed again. This time, you sit next to him, his sweatpants clad thigh leaning against your leggings. Your hands still held together, albeit loosely, he lifts it up as if to examine it with droopy eyes. 

“Thanks, though. Oddly enough, that made me feel a little better,” he admits. “Except for that time you said hated my songs. I don’t think I’m letting that go easily.”

“I was apologetic, and it was a dare! I offered you food for a week,” you protest, shaking his hand off but he doesn’t budge. He keeps it in his palms, and you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

A blush escapes on your cheeks, pink and warm, and most definitely as a result of your nerves getting the best of you. 

“True,” he recalls, and tilts his head to the side inquisitively, “but it sounded like you really meant it…”

“Jae, you know that’s not true. I literally stream them on soundcloud almost every day,” you say a matter-of-factly, but regret it since it wasn’t something that he had no knowledge about before tonight. He pulls your hand closer to his chest, and excitedly beams at you. 

“No way?” He exclaims, and you have no choice but to confirm, a helpless pout on your face. “Yeah, I listened to it on the way here.” 

“My number one fan, huh,” he coos, tracing the lines on your palm. You gulp hard, knowing how much sweat your hands had accumulated since meeting his touch. You really don’t want him to notice, but the soothing caress of his fingers felt better than not anything else in the world. 

“Whatever floats your boat, dude,” you try to brush it off, and Jae nods animatedly. 

You try your best not to appear sleepy as a yawn finds its way out your lips. Jae notices this, and sadly lets go. Then, he taps on his shoulder, the one right next to you. 

“Sleep, my child.” 

“Never call me that. Ever again.”

“Don’t be dramatic, and just lean in,” he insists, cradling your head until you plop down on him. 

It feels awkward, angled a bit on the uncomfortable side. But he adjusts for you, and you feel your body giving in to the source of support for your weary mind. 

“I can sleep on the couch—”

“Shh, no more talking.” 

Silently, you roll your eyes and say nothing more. Your fingers fiddle with each other once again, remembering how much of Jae’s skin slid next to yours, and now your cheek is pressed down on his frame. 

Again, this isn’t the first time it’s happened, but the events leading up to this particular night is all new to you. You allow your body to get comfortable, used to this feeling, even if it’s just tonight. 

Your original plan was to be Jae’s shoulder to lean on, but the roles seem to have reversed. 

Softly, Jae calls your name. For a second, you’re too immersed in the synchronized breathing the two of you share. When he brings your hand into his, your senses perk up but you refuse to look into his eyes; afraid of what he might see in yours. 

“What? You said no more talking.” 

“I’m happy you’re here,” he tells you, even softer than before as your hands melt together, filling the spaces between. You don’t know whether to let this happen, not understanding the meaning behind his actions. 

It’s.. weird, unknown, foreign, but addicting. His touch is addictive, and you know you’re going to crave for more if you’re not careful with the dosage. 

Biting your lip, you struggle to reply. He might mean it in a friendly way, but the invitation to relax right onto his shoulder, lacing your fingers as if they’re meant to be locked in place that way, it’s all too much for your brain to process— and definitely your heart. 

Face hot, heart heavy with emotions, you say shakily, “I’m happy you asked me to.”

“Hm?”

“I.. want to be the person you call first when you’re feeling like shit. If possible, I want to be the only person.” There was no going back, no swallowing words you’ve let go in the open. 

As you speak, Jae’s fingers tighten its grasp around yours. You feel weak, but you appreciate him supporting you this way as you keep going. 

“I probably will never understand what it is you feel when certain words pierce through you too deep, like you said. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I want to know how you’re feeling, from good to bad. From the best and the worst of it all. I want to be there.”

“Who said you aren’t?” Jae’s low voice interrupts your stream of emotions, and it compels you to finally see his eyes. They’re shining, teary, and smiling at the same time. 

You feel your cheeks soaking wet, and a hiccup arises out of your lips. With your free hand, you hide half of your face in embarrassment. Two idiots, crying together, hands never letting go of each other. 

It didn’t seem long until you fell asleep on his bed. The only difference this time, from all the other times you’ve been here, Jae was sleeping beside you. 

Arms over your frame, his long fingers finding their permanent place within yours. The two of you have exhausted your emotions enough that night, and there was plenty of time in the day to talk it all through. 

You dream of what seems to be a possible future for you and Jae. Moments when he’d fuck up, when you’d say something out of pocket, but it was met with a healthy discussion between you. 

And even if there are days when people online couldn’t understand the growth happening in his life, you see it. You see him, and you don’t hesitate to forgive, and give him space to grow. As he does with you.

[klonoadreams]

i’m home and free for the rest of the week.

Feel free to spam my inbox, I’m just gonna lay down and eat this spam musubi i got from the cafe. Mmm tasty.

[kokoko-ko-a-blog]

It's been many, many years. More than a decade, in fact. Yet here is Plumeria at the Tapu's shrine, laying an offering delicately wrapped in a ti leaf. (It's a Spam musubi from the corner store.)

[ ⚡⚡ ] :: A decade to an ageless being is no time at all, and yet, when looking back, quite a good amount of time, especially in a rapidly changing world.  Even if she hadn’t embedded herself into his mind in other ways, he did quite well to remember those who came to to visit his shrine.

An offering, wrapped carefully in a ti leaf had been brought to the ruins.  A CUTIEFLY buzzed by lazily as she approached to leave it before the statue, attaching itself to the nearby wall to observe, as to not accidentally deter her from approaching.  Once she had finished what she had come to accomplish, he watched her go, floating away from the wall and assuming his natural form.  He picked up the offering, unwrapping it with great curiosity and found...

...SPAM MUSUBI...(hell yeah)

[365day2021]

Day 9

Woke up at 8 and really was not in the mood to go to work so I texted work (saying I had a bad headache) and called out. Went back to sleep and woke up at 12 and texted work saying I could work a small like 3-7/4-8 shift but they just told me to work from home. I didn’t do much during this time just ate my leftover cava and made some lumpia and then around 3 I took a shower. After getting hygiene done me and Olivia went to Farmer’s because she was craving spam musubi. So we got the ingredients (soy sauce, spam, sushi rice, and nori) and she got some other things. Went home and started making the rice and the marinade for it which included:

- Soy Sauce

- Brown Sugar

- Oyster Sauce

- Little bit of Sesame oil

- Water

Let the Spam rest in there and kinda just chilled for a bit while the rice cooked. After the rice finished, started cooking the spam and then made the musubi. It tasted a lot better than I thought! I was pretty proud of my making of it. We ate it together while finishing up Central Park and Olivia downloaded Stardew Valley on her switch so she was playing that too. After chillin for a bit, around 8 I cleaned up and then offered to get Boba. Went to gongcha and I got a hot taro milk tea. Then went back home and played some melee with spot. Played until about 1110 and have been laying in bed since. It’s 12:30 now and prolly gonna sleep soon as i’m tired.

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How to Make Spam Musubi

You have probably come across the term “Spam musubi” somewhere in your life. Whether it’s in a tv show, an e-mail ad, or in a restaurant menu, Spam musubi can be an intriguing word to hear or read. If you’re curious about musubi and you love Spam (or you love food in general), then this Spam musubi recipe might be just for you!

This Spam recipe is a simple, no-fuss guilty pleasure comfort food made using cupboard staples; rice and Spam. Making musubi Spam requires very little effort and can be perfected only after a few tries. It’s easy to eat too, with one slice of Spam easily fitting in your hand.

Ready to make this easy recipe that is a popular snack in Hawaii and Japan? Read below to learn how to make Spam musubi.

What is Spam Musubi?

Just in case you’ve never heard of “Spam Musubi,” here’s a quick rundown.

Spam is canned ham, while Musubi is Japanese for rice balls. Musubi is a rice ball recipe that’s quite popular in Hawaii while Spam is a canned ham brand made of pork and has a pork and ham flavor. This classic American brand debuted in Minneapolis in 1937 and rose in popularity during WWII as a convenient protein source. Frequently used as a sandwich filling, Spam is also in Asian recipes.

In the Spam musubi recipe, the Spam is grilled until crispy, then these slices of spam are caramelized with soy sauce and sugar, topped with sushi rice, and wrapped in a nori sheet. Spam musubi can be made ahead of time and is great for lunches, party appetizers, or gatherings. This recipe is also a great convenient snack for any occasion.

The Spam musubi recipe appears to be the most popular of all the meals associated with Hawaii with Lomi lomi fish and kalua pig coming close behind. This recipe has been called Spam sushi and Spam sandwiches on occasion, but if we’re being technical here, its proper name is Spam musubi.

You can buy Spam musubi at every convenience store on the famed Hawaii islands. Spam musubi is offered in school cafeterias, during bake sales, and even made during picnics and sleepovers. Musubi Spam is placed high among the locals’ list of favorite snacks.

You might associate Spam with high-sodium military meals, and several years before, they were considered as such. In China, Spam is a common ingredient in some comfort food recipes. Stir-fried Spam with peppers, Spam omelet, Spam grilled skewers, Spam fried rice, or Spam sandwich are just some examples.

Spam is also a popular ingredient in Chinese Hot Pot and Sichuan Mala Pot, where you select a spicy sauce and various things to cook in it before everything is served in a large pot.

History of Spam Musubi

The roots of this Spam recipe may be traced back to World War II in Hawaii. Hawaii was a United States territory at the time (which is a lengthy tale in and of itself). The American military had a significant military presence in Hawaii when Pearl Harbor was attacked by a surprise aerial Japanese strike.

More troops, units, and supplies were dispatched to Hawaii as the US entered the war with Japan. The iconic can of Spam was one of those essential staples. Cans of Spam have a listed expiry date of three years, although they may be eaten for years beyond that if they are not opened, which made this an ideal resource during that time.

Spam was made available to civilians after the military stockade of Spam grew overstocked during and after the war. After a while, locals started loving Spam. Hawaii has a substantial ethnic Japanese population, so it wasn’t a surprise when spam was incorporated into an existing Japanese recipe called onigiri, thanks to the inventive culinary talents of the locals.

If you’re unfamiliar with the term, Onigiri is rice that is compressed and wrapped in nori, a black seaweed paper. Usually, some furikake spice is added as well. Salmon, pickled plums, tuna, and other items are topped or put into the rice to add taste.

The Spam musubi recipe rose in popularity and became a favorite dish among locals as a result of its deliciousness and the fact that the majority of the people were already used to eating rice.

How to Make Spam Musubi: Recipe

Making spam musubi right before a busy day? Prepare all of your ingredients ahead of time so that the Spam is at its hottest and crispiest when you’re making the Spam recipe . However, if you’re planning to eat this portable treat cold, then forgo this step and continue on with the recipe below.

Yield: 10 pcs Prep Time: 25 mins Cook Time: 30 mins Cook Time (rice): 4 hrs 30 mins Total: 5 hrs 25 mins

Ingredients:

1 pc. 12 oz container Spam

2 cups uncooked short-grain white rice or sushi rice (see recipe below)

5 sheets sushi nori (dry seaweed)

2 cups water

¼ cup soy sauce

¼ cup oyster sauce

½ cup white sugar or brown sugar

2 tablespoons vegetable oil or sesame oil

Sesame seeds (optional)

Materials You’ll Need:

Stove

Large skillet

Musubi press/ musubi maker or plastic wrap

Can opener

Procedure:

Uncooked rice should be soaked for 4 hours before draining, rinsing, and cooking. Set cooked rice aside.

Cut both the top and bottom parts of the Spam container using a can opener or a knife. If using a knife, make sure to take extra care not to cut yourself.

Stir together the soy sauce, oyster sauce, and sugar in a separate bowl until the sugar is completely dissolved. Set the oyster sauce-soy sauce mixture aside.

Slice the Spam lengthwise into 10 slices, or to your chosen thickness, and marinate for 5 minutes in the soy sauce and oyster sauce mixture.

Heat oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Pan-fry Spam for 2 minutes per side, or until lightly browned on both sides. Cut nori sheets in half and lay them flat on a work area.

In the center of the nori strip, place a rice press, a musubi mold, or a musubi maker. Scoop the rice with a rice paddle and press the rice securely within the musubi mold or musubi maker.

If you’re not using a mold, gauge how much rice you need, and scoop it in the plastic wrap. Wrap the plastic wrap around the rice and place it on your hand. Gently press down on the plastic wrap and shape the rice with both hands.

Remove the press or musubi maker and top with one slice of Spam. Wrap nori around rice and Spam slices and use a tiny bit of water or a few grains of rice to seal the edges. Rice may also be shaped by hand into the shape of a 1-inch thick spam slice.

Sprinkle sesame seeds on top of the Spam musubi if preferred. Musubi can be served either warm or cold. Eat as it is or eat with other dishes.

Sushi Rice Recipe

Ingredients:

Japanese style short-grain rice, white (e.g. Nishiki, Kokuho Rose)

Rice vinegar

Granulated sugar

Sea salt (fine)

Kombu (optional)

Procedure:

Rinse the rice well. Place the rice in a fine-mesh strainer or rice washer and rinse it thoroughly with cold water until the water runs clear and the rice is no longer muddy. Drain any excess water.

Prepare the rice. Cook the rice in a rice cooker until it is soft, along with a sheet of kombu if desired.

To make the sushi vinegar, combine the vinegar, sugar, and salt in a small saucepan and whisk until the sugar is dissolved. This may be done in the microwave or a small pot over the stove.

Season the rice with salt and pepper. Immediately transfer the rice to a large mixing bowl and evenly sprinkle with the vinegar mixture.

Fold the sushi rice gently with the spatula or rice paddle, slicing it at a 45-degree angle while raising and folding the rice on top of itself rather than stirring and squishing it, until the vinegar is well mixed in and some of the early steam has gone.

Cool for 10 minutes. Cover the mixing bowl with a moist cloth. Make sure it touches the rice’s surface as this will keep the steamed rice from drying out. Allow the rice to cool on the counter (or in the fridge) until it is about room temperature.

Serve. Use the rice right away in spam musubi, or store it in an airtight jar in the refrigerator for up to 3 days.

Cooking Notes

If the hot rice is too hot to hold or shape, cool it for 15-20 minutes in a small bowl.

Sushi rice with additional rice vinegar and sugar is not used in the original Hawaiian Spam musubi, however, it could be a great alternative to plain white rice. The Spam’s greasiness is cut, the saltiness is mellowed, and the sweetness is properly balanced by the acidic undertone.

Browning the Spam gently and completely is highly essential. It leaves a little saturated fat and produces a crispy crust. The Spam can then be rapidly broiled with sugar and soy sauce combined with water. You’ll end up with a gorgeous dark brown caramelized surface that’s still chewy and sticky.

Using brown sugar will add a bit more color to the Spam and can be slightly less sweet. Use brown sugar with soy sauce and oyster sauce if you prefer a more caramelized look. However, if you like it lightly browned, use white sugar.

You can eat Spam musubi with loco moco (a Hawaiian cuisine), Japanese-style egg omelet, cheese, unagi, scrambled eggs, bacon, or even beef stew.

For more flavor, toast the sesame seeds before sprinkling on top of the entire musubi Spam.

Using a musubi press simplifies the assembling procedure in this recipe. However, if you don’t have a musubi press, you can use your hands.

Not a fan of oyster sauce? Use teriyaki sauce instead.

Cut nori according to how you want it to wrap around the musubi Spam. You can either fully wrap nori the musubi Spam or only have the middle portion covered for a more aesthetically pleasing look.

It’s crucial to use the right amount of pressure when pressing the musubi Spam rice by hand so that it’s squeezed together but not excessively crushed. When you bite into the Spam musubi, it may break apart if it wasn’t pressed hard enough. Alternatively, the rice texture will become excessively compact if you push too hard. It takes a little practice, but after a few Spam musubis, you’ll eventually get the perfect Spam musubi texture.

Now that you’ve learned how to make Spam musubi, you can make this easy recipe on the weekends or even during the mornings before a busy day. You can even impress your friends by making this spam recipe for your next potluck.

The ingredients can be found at your local grocery stores and the musubi mold for the assembly is purely optional. With how convenient it is to make, Spam musubi can easily be a favorite dish!

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Frequently Asked Questions:

What is Spam musubi sauce made of: sugar or soy sauce?

The sauce used in a cooked Spam recipe is usually either sugar and soy sauce with generous use of oyster sauce or simple soy sauce and sugar. It depends on your preference which sauce you’d like to use with your Spam musubi

How do you make Spam musubi not fall apart?

The right pressure is the key to a perfectly firm spam musubi. It takes a bit of practice to get it right, so don’t worry if the first few tries don’t look quite right.

One of the simplest ways to get perfectly shaped spam musubi in this recipe is to use a musubi press. To use the musubi press, simply place the rice inside, gently press down and carefully remove the press.

If you wish to cut your Spam musubi, it will help to use a sushi cutter to ensure precise and perfect slicing.

Can I cook Spam musubi in a rice cooker?

Cooking the rice for this spam recipe in a rice cooker is the fastest way to get the grains cooked. Not only is it quick, it also leaves with great quality rice.

Is it okay to use fried rice in Spam musubi?

While you’re free to experiment with the Spam recipe, it is not recommended to use friend rice as cooked Spam already has saturated fat. Adding oily fried rice will make the recipe too rich in fat to eat. Not to mention that it may clash with the taste of the musubi Spam slices.

Are there any variations of Spam musubi?

If you feel like this tasty Spam musubi could use a little more creativity, you can try the simple variations below:

Spam Musubi with Spam, Egg, and Cheese

Make Spam musubi with catsup, cooked eggs, sliced cheese, Spam, and additional rice. Fully wrap the nori around the sushi and slice in half.

Fried Musubi Spam

Prepare Spam musubi as usual, but divide the rice between each spam musubi to sandwich the spam. Combine sriracha with mayo to make spicy mayo. Prepare three dredging bowls: one for flour, one for egg, and one for breadcrumbs (panko). 

The Spam musubi should be properly dipped in flour, then egg, and finally panko, before frying. Fry until golden on all sides. Drain excess oil, cut the Spam musubi in half, and serve with spicy mayo and scallions on the side.

Kimchi Musubi

Stir fry the following in a large skillet: Chopped kimchi, kimchi juice, gochujang, cooked rice, sesame oil, scallions, and sesame seeds. Follow the regular Spam musubi directions above, except when assembling the Spam musubi, add cucumber between the rice and Spam.

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10 Awesome Things to See and Do in Maui, Hawaii

Ever think about taking a trip to paradise? Maui’s got you covered. Being Hawaii’s second largest island, it has no shortage of interesting and exciting things to do.

Itching to see some truly wonderful natural wonders? Maui’s got it. Have a hankering to try water sports or just relax on some remote beach? You can find them there. Good food? Nice hotels? Beautiful hula-clad girls? Yes, yes and yes.

1. The Old Lahaina Luau

Some things are just unavoidably interwoven with a particular place’s identity. In Maui’s cause, perhaps this is never more apparent than with The Old Lahaina Luau, one of the biggest and most popular venues to view the traditional Hawaiian hula dance, fire-eating shows and sampling some delicious native dishes.

2. Haleakala National Park

Home to the world’s largest dormant volcano, millions of visitors come by to see this majestic sleeping giant. Sitting 10,000 feet above sea level, it is a place where you can wonder about the powers and dangers of Mother Earth—without getting too close to red-hot lava, ala Mt. Kilauea.

Seeing the majestic sunrise from the top of Haleakala (pronounced “hah-lay-ah-kah-lah”) is one of the most favourite things to do here, but that also means dragging yourself out of bed at three in the morning, making a two and a half hour drive up to the summit, and bundling up in every piece of clothing you’ve brought, because although it could be one of the most beautiful sights you would see in your lifetime, the temperature there is frigid and the winds are relentless.

3. Snorkelling and Other Ocean Activities

I don’t think anyone’s ever managed to disassociate Hawaii with the ocean, and there is certainly a surfeit of potential places and tours in Maui.

There are also packages available for snorkeling, surfing, whale watching, cruises, kayaking, outrigger canoeing, scuba diving, fishing, surfing, parasailing, kite-boarding, stand up paddling, windsurfing, and jet skiing. You can experience all those thrills in this island.

The white-sand beaches found all around Maui also offer a truly spectacular opportunity to see the secrets of the depths, from vibrantly-colored fish to ghostly shipwrecks such as the wreck of the Carthaginian. Watch out for sharks, though!

On the flip side, if being in the ocean scares you, there are other ways to appreciate it without actually jumping in it. The Ocean Center in Maui is a conservatory and aquarium all in one, home to a fantastic, teeming variety of fish and other marine life for the curious.

4. Helicopter Tours

If you’re the kind of adventurer going for something different, consider going on a helicopter ride and afford yourself some breathtaking views of not just Maui, but of all Hawaii’s islands. Take a ride to the skies and experience the majestic islands in all their glory.

5. Take the Road to Hana

The Road to Hana is also another favourite tourist activity in Maui. The journey through this winding and steep road begins at Maui’s northern shore and proceeds along the coastline to the small East Maui town, Hana, a peaceful community bordered by abundant green pastures decorated with white-coloured cattle.

Hana is a beautiful destination, but the road to get to it is also a destination. You would not want to rush this road trip and you would definitely make more than a handful of stops to enjoy and take Instagram-worthy pictures of lush greeneries, remarkable waterfalls, and breathe in the fragrant smell of guavas and ginger that grow along the roadside.

6. Play Golf!

Yes, this small Hawaiian island also boasts of impressive golf courses open to the public. Maui offers a great variety of golf experiences for both novice or amateur and professional players. So whether you just play to relax, or you’re a pro-golfer, you will definitely find Maui’s golf courses remarkable and the view spectacular and breathtaking.

7. Take a Bite of Maui’s Gastronomic Paradise

Who doesn’t like to eat? Everybody loves grub and if you are in Maui, you will have even more reasons to love food! Dining is one of the top things to do here and the experience is one for the books. Though the area is just small, Maui unbelievably offers a vast array of dining choices from affordable mom-and-pop cafes to posh and luxurious celebrity-chef owned restaurants.

The locals would advise you to taste a bit of everything in Maui: Hawaiian-style fast food, fine-dining restaurants, local favourites like Spam musubi, or ethnic foods like Portuguese malasadas that represents the island’s culinary identity.

8. Immerse Yourself in Maui’s Rich Culture

Hawaii’s rich and colourful culture is absolutely unique; and there’s nowhere in the world like it. There’s the famous Hula dance and a lot of festivals, art galleries, museums, and special shows that immerse you in the beautiful Hawaiian culture.

Music is also an immense part of Maui’s cultural heritage. You will hear their music everywhere—in your hotel, in the beaches, parks, and even shopping centers.

9. Shop til’ You Drop

Because the island of Maui offers a vast pool of choices to shop in—from large shopping malls with high-end designer brands to tiny hole-in-the-wall boutiques, chances are you are going to end up buying something during your stay. Maui’s largest Swap Meet happens every Saturday from 7am to 1pm at the UH Maui College campus in Kahului. Here, you will meet both visitors and locals roving through the rows of booths. Arts and crafts, clothing, jewelery, souvenirs, flowers, produce, and everything you could think of from some couple of hundreds of vendors.

10. Sightsee

Aside from Road to Hana and Haleakala, Iao Valley is also a notable natural park for photography and hiking. Upcountry Maui (on the slopes of Haleakala) has quaint little towns, wide grazing grounds, and a picturesque landscape. Other towns like Wailuku, Makawao, Paia, and Lahaina, offer local food and are perfect for day or afternoon strolling.

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when i come back to twitter, this is the thing i’ll be posting under ppl’s art that i go absolutely insane over so i can still express myself in the same way that i would in a tumblr tag

[foodfronkie]

Spam Musubi

Ingredients

White rice, preferably short or medium grain

Seaweed

Spam

Soy sauce

Sugar

Egg

Furikake seasoning

Instructions

Cook the rice. Slice the spam and heat it on a non-stick pan. Add equal parts soy sauce and sugar. Cook until the spam caramelizes.

Scramble the eggs and cook them to be somewhat flat. Use the empty spam can to cut them.

Take a piece of plastic wrap and lay it in the spam can. Add rice to the can and pack it down. Take the rice out and add the furikake, egg and spam on top. Cut a piece of seaweed to wrap around and add a few pieces of rice on the ends to make it stick together.

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Para | Musubis & Pink Skin

Who: Jezebel Hart & Ainsley Corcoran ( @ainsley-corcoran ) What: Bel’s first scene. Where: Ainsley’s suite, Room 208 When: Saturday night. April 7, 2018

As their meal winded down- Ainsley had to admit, the SPAM musubis was actually quite delicious- she could feel herself begin to get more excited for the scene they had planned. She was looking forward to playing with Bel and wanted to make her introduction to sceneing a pleasant one- even more so after seeing her less than stellar grade. Chuckling lightly at the end of story the other girl had been telling, she stretched lightly before checking her watch. Figuring they’d had enough time to digest their dinner, she shifted forward to the edge of the couch, a slight smile coming to her face. “So, do you think you’re ready to move on to the next part of our evening?”

Dinner seemed to be a hit and after SPAM musubis and a story of how a friend she met on the island of Oahu showed her how to make them one night while they were watching the fireworks go off on the first Friday in Waikiki, Bel was satisfied and ready for what was to come after dinner. She always felt relaxed and safe when she was with Ainsley, but at the mention of the moving towards the whole purpose of her coming over, the butterflies in her stomach were at it again, making her heart flutter and her breathing speed up. Still she offered a smile and a nod. “I’m totally ready,” she answered, anticipating Ainsley’s next move.

Taking a moment to observe Bel, she searched for any overwhelming apprehension in the other girl’s expression or body language. While she might look a bit nervous, there were no major signs that implied she ought to be concerned, and Ainsley felt herself shift into a more dominant role. It was akin to pulling on a favorite sweatshirt just as it got out of the dryer, and her smile widened as she sat up a little straighter on instinct. “I’m totally ready, what, Jezebel?” She prompted with a raise of her brow, her voice firm, but a playful light danced in her eyes.

Bel wasn’t sure if there was going to be a clear shift from dinner to their scene and while there was a slight one, it was as natural and as seamless as it could have been. This only helped her feel as comfortable as possible, not that she was ever doubting it when it came to Ainsley. At her friend’s correction, Bel shook her head at herself, though she couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her full name rolling off Ainsley’s lips, then took a deep breath before responding. “I’m totally ready, Miss.”

“That’s much better. And it’s definitely more satisfying to finally hear you say it, rather than trying to read it in your voice.” Ainsley quipped. Getting to her feet, she gestured for Bel to do the same humming slightly as she took in the other girl’s form. “I’m going to go into the other room and change into something a bit more appropriate. When I return, I expect of your clothes folded neatly and set on the table and you on your knees. You may keep your underwear on if you would prefer, for the time being,” She added, wanting to give Bel the chance to set the pace without outright saying it, “But your head will be bowed and your palms up, resting on your thighs.” Turning, she headed to her room to don something a bit more fitting than her old NYU sweatshirt and leggings.

Following suit, Bel rose to her feet, a warmth coming to her cheeks as the other girl’s eyes very clearly raked over her body, an action that would normally fill her with embarrassment. In this case, however, it caused her heart to skip a beat as her teeth dug into her bottom lip. She nodded her understanding at the instructions that were given to her and while her mind wandered to what Ainsley was going to be slipping into, she refocused and slipped out of her own clothes, keeping her underwear on for the time being. Then, without hesitation Bel dropped to her knees, with her palms up and her eyes on the floor. She was able to stay still for at least 30 seconds, but eventually her body started moving to the beat of the song she was humming in her head.

Ainsley quickly changed into the outfit she’d laid out that morning- a pair of black slacks and a black silk blouse only halfway buttoned with a matching lace bra, wanting to look authoritative, but not too unlike herself. She took an extra moment to lay out a few other supplies they might use, before reminding herself to stay focused. Her mind had filled with ideas, and it was becoming incredibly difficult to decide what to start with. Slipping on a pair of heels at the last second, she strode purposefully back into the living room. She was unable to stop the slight smile that came to her face as she saw Bel bopping along to a beat only she could hear. “I suppose I didn’t explicitly tell you to hold still, so I can’t quite justify punishing you. However, in the future, please do try to contain yourself. There are dominants far less accommodating that I and I want you to be prepared for that.” Stepping around to stand in front of the other girl, she let her fingers slide through Bel’s hair lightly as she spoke. “Remind me your safeword and your soft and hard limits once more before we start.”

If Bel hadn’t heard Ainsley’s heels as she entered back into the room, she would have jumped at the sound of her voice. While she didn’t jump, she stopped her movements as soon as she was reminded that keeping completely still was more appropriate. She should have referred back to her parents’ submissives and how they would kneel for her parents. Instead of scolding herself, she took a mental note of Ainsley’s words and gained more control over her body. “Yes, Miss.” Even when she felt the other Switch’s fingers run through her hair, she remained still, thinking back to the list she made for herself earlier that day, knowing what Ainsley would require before doing any kind of scene with her. “My safe word is Kenya. The hard limits I know for sure are scat, permanent marks, and knives. My soft limits are pain, breath play, and fire play.” She knew there were some things she forgot to mention, but she knew Ainsley wasn’t going to do anything to push Bel too far. She was too observant for that.

“Much better.” She said as Bel immediately stilled. As she listed her safeword and limits, Ainsley committed the information to her memory, though nothing she had planned fell in any of those categories, beyond maybe a spanking or two if Bel misbehaved. “Now, for my rules. You are always to address me with my title and you’ll speak only when spoken to. That said, I quite like the sounds my playthings make when they’re desperate for release, so I expect to hear each and every sound you make. You are to follow every order I give you  and you are not to cum without my permission. As much as I would hate for you to earn a punishment, I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing the pretty little ass all pink and flushed by my hand.” She paused, licking her lips and humming low in her chest at the thought. Refocusing, she bent down slightly, lifting Bel’s chin to look the other girl in the eyes. “I also find that the stoplight system is particularly effective, so if you need to slow down or you need a moment to breathe but you don’t want to stop the scene entirely, you can say ‘yellow’ and we can stop for the moment, okay? Your safety is the most important thing to me.”

Bel knew exactly how distracted she could get, so she made sure to pay especially close attention to the rules laid out for her, not that it was hard to give Ainsley her full attention. She was already planning on using her title and only her title, but speaking only when spoken to or not cumming without permission were both going to be a little harder for Bel. At the mention of being spanked, Bel was sure her entire body was flush with the same tint of pink Ainsley just described. She wouldn’t misbehave on purpose, but she also wouldn’t mind being spanked a bit… Easily giving into the way her face was lifted upwards, Bel took in her next words but refrained from answering until it was her turn to speak. “Yes, Miss. I understand. Thank you.” She wanted to show her appreciation with more than just words. Not just her concern for Bel’s safety, but her willingness to do this for her. Bel figured, she could that by being as good a girl as she possibly could for Ainsley - to make it as pleasurable for her Domme for the night as it was going to be for her.

Ainsley felt high on Bel’s submission, enjoying her earnest response and focused expression. The flush that crawled up the other girls neck and filled her cheeks at the mention of being spanked and she grinned widely. “Very good.” Rubbing her thumb over the other girl’s still pink cheek, she straightened up, taking a step back, her hands resting on her hips before she spoke. “Go ahead and stand up, beautiful. And remember, do try to stay still, won’t you?” She quipped, adding the last bit with a teasing smirk. She had no doubt that the stillness would be the hardest part for a free spirit like Bel, and she was curious to see how long the other girl could last. “Lace your hands behind your head so I can get a good look at you and keep your back nice and straight for me.” She added after Bel was back on her feet, stepping closer and letting her hands trail lightly over her bare skin. “Oh, you are going to be so much fun to play with.” She murmured, more to herself than anything.

Bel rose to her feet as soon as the order was given, not wanting to waste any of their time together. She couldn’t help but smile at the added instruction of keeping still, but still placed the reminder in the forefront of her mind. She laced her fingers behind the back of her head trying not to think about the fact that she’s never been this exposed to anyone before, even if she still had her underwear on. Ainsley’s room wasn’t particularly cold, but the sudden loss of warmth that circulated within her body when she was kneeling was gone and it showed in the way goosebumps formed on her skin and the way her nipples hardened. Or maybe that second part was due more to the anticipation of Ainsley’s touch. Her back was straight and her feet were a shoulder width apart as brown eyes settled on the the other girl’s face. There were certain changes that she witnessed in Ainsley as she shifted to being her Dominant and not just her friend. Her presence was more authoritative even if there was still a small glint of playfulness in the air.

The dynamic in the room shifted entirely as Bel got to her feet. Any hesitation Ainsley might have had disappeared as the other girl followed her orders swiftly and without any major signs of discomfort or displeasure. Circling the other girl, she admired the other girl’s body entirely unapologetically. “I have to admit. I’ve been dying to know what you’ve been hiding under your clothes since the first time I saw you.” She could feel more than see the goosebumps that were rising up over Bel’s skin as she let her hands travel the expanse fo smooth skin, wanting to allow the other girl familiar with her touch, before coming back to stand in front of her. Ainsley rested her hands on Bel’s hips, her thumbs rubbing small circles that ran from the her hip bones to the top of her panties and back. “As cute as you look in just your underwear, I think those’ll go next. But first, let’s move into the bedroom, because my bed is much better than a couch for the things I have planned for you.”

There was a hitch in her breath at Ainsley’s confession. While something like that used to make her want to hide herself, having it come from the other girl had the opposite effect and it showed in the way her posture improved even more. Bel tensed when she felt soft touches on her skin and she couldn’t help but sink her teeth into her bottom lip. Her heart started pounding against her chest and she was sure it was going to push through and jump out when she felt her toy with the hem of her underwear. She wanted desperately to respond at the mention of what was to come, but all she could do was nod as her eyes tried to focus on the woman in front of her. Bel made a move to step, but stopped herself midway and slowed her breathing enough to finally form words. “Would you like me to walk into the bedroom, Miss? Or crawl?” She knew some Dominants had their preferences so she thought it better to ask than assume.

Ainsley could practically see the wheels spinning in Bel’s head as she spoke, and she was almost impressed when the other girl managed to stay quiet, as ordered. Smirking, she pulled at the edge of her panties, letting it land back with a snap. She knew this sort of thing was new to Bel, but she couldn’t resist teasing the girl a bit more. Ainsley felt a liquid heat pool in her middle at the shorter girl’s question, and she licked her hips, tilting her head slightly. It wasn’t something she’d considered before, but now that the idea had been brought up, she doubted she could get it out of her mind. “Definitely crawl.” She said, her pupils dilating as she moved to the side to allow Bel to lead the way, not willing to miss the fantastic view of her cute ass in the air as she crawled by. Once they were in her room, Ainsley gave her permission to stand and she gestured to the toys she had resting on her bureau. “Since we’re going with ograsm control as today’s theme, I thought I’d add a few options for a little later. I’ve got a strap on, a vibrating bullet, and a rabbit vibrator. Are those all fine with you?”

There was a small squeak of surprise as the band of her underwear snapped against her skin followed by a giant smile that couldn’t be controlled. At the confirmation to crawl, Bel dropped back to her hands and knees with no hesitation and followed the path to the bedroom, only standing when she was given permission to do so. She could feel Ainsley’s eyes on her and it did nothing for the slight tinge of pink across her body she couldn’t seem to get rid of. Not with the way the other girl was been looking at her. Bel had seen sex toys before, but never with the knowledge that they would be used on her. She could feel the anticipation in the form of a heavy pull in her gut and a tension in between her legs that she didn’t know how to explain. She wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t have enough experience nor has she ever been with someone who had the experience to pull those kinds of reactions from her before. “Yes, Miss. Those are totally fine with me.” She could feel herself starting to get excited and that excitement was starting to boil over. Bel moved to crawl onto the bed, but stopped herself once more. “Where do you want me?”

Watching Bel crawl to her room was more of a turn on than Ainsley thought it would be, and she couldn’t help but hope that the other girl might slip up just so she’d have the chance to spank her. Licking her lips, Ainsley took in the expressions flashing across her face, the flush that seemed to permanently reside on her chest and in her cheeks, and the almost minute way she seemed to breathe a little deeper. Her own heart began to speed up as Bel began to move towards the bed without instruction, breathing out a quiet “fuck”, before her feet moved of their own accord and she stepped up behind her, one arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer, and the other coming to turn Bel’s head to capture her lips with her own. The hand resting around Bel’s middle slipped down of its own accord, slipping just under the front of her panties to tease the sensitive flesh that was hidden just out of sight, wanting to get Bel as turned on as she felt. Forcing herself away, she moved her mouth to the other girl’s neck, nipping teasingly at the juncture, before pulling away. “On the bed, legs spread and hands above your head.”

When Bel heard the silent curse that left Ainsley’s lips she thought for sure she was going to be punished for moving without permission. So when she felt the other girl wrap her hand around her waist and turn her head she she could capture her lips in a kiss, Bel was more than a little surprised, though she didn’t mind it at all. Though the kiss was hard, Ainsley’s lips were softer than what she was used to when being kissed and she melted into it almost instantly. She was too focused on the kiss to feel the way Ainsley’s fingers started to slip down her torso, and it wasn’t until they were pushed into her underwear and her finger was firm against her clit that she realized it and it was met with the knee-jerk reaction of Bel dropping her head and letting out a loud moan. Her legs felt like jelly and she had to concentrate extra hard on keeping herself up as lips and teeth descended upon her neck. It took a moment for her to register Ainsley’s words and even when she did it took even longer to move her body. It felt as if the temperature of the room had risen a good ten degrees and her heart wouldn’t stop pounding against her chest. She was pretty sure all of the blood in her body was rushing to her head, but she still managed to do as she was told, turning around so she could lay on her back, spreading her legs and putting her hands above her head. She stopped midway however and pressed her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. “Should I take these off for you first, Miss?” She didn’t know where all of this newfound confidence was coming from, but it was a thing that was happening and she couldn’t help but give in.

The spike of arousal that had shot through her at the sound of Bel’s moan and the feel of the wetness growing between the other girl’s legs burned through her with an intensity she wasn’t expecting as she laid out on the bed. Ainsley’s eyes darkened as she moved closer, licking her lips subconsciously. “As tempting as that offer is, I think I’d like to do the honors myself.” She said, kneeling on the bed in between Bel’s spread legs. Inhaling deeply, she pressed a kiss just above the hem of her panties before sliding them down her long legs. Moving back to straddle the other girl’s hips, she gestured for the other Switch to sit up, Ainsley’s mouth moving to her neck as she made quick work of her bra. “Fuck, you’re better than anything my imagination could’ve come up with.” She murmured softly, “Now lay back for me, hands above your head. Remember the rules. No moving and I want to hear every sound that your body wants to give me.” her hands coming up to cup Bel’s breasts, teasing her nipples into hard points, before bringing her mouth down to suck one into her mouth revelling in the responses she drew out, before moving to give the other the same treatment. While she didn’t consider herself an especially possessive person, there was something absolutely intoxicating about knowing that she was the first woman to touch Bel this way, and it turned her on to no end. Moving back up to her mouth, she pressed their lips together demandingly, rubbing her silk covered breasts over Bel’s, knowing the sensation was bound to test the other girl’s self control.

There was a tremble in her body as Ainsley descended upon her and if the way the other girl inhaled as she did so wasn’t enough to, the kiss at the bottom of her belly was definitely enough to do her in. It was hard to concentrate when so many sensations were coming at her at once. There was a heat beginning to pool at the bottom of her belly and an air of lightheadedness that she wasn’t able to break away from. It was a haze that Bel assumed was akin to being drunk or being high and she wasn’t even completely nude yet. She lifted her legs as Ainsley pulled down her underwear and moved forward so that she could remove her bra. It was easy to follow her orders especially when she was looking at her the way she was and she was telling her things like ‘you’re better than anything my imagination could’ve come up with’. With her hands above her head and Ainsley straddling her, staying still seemed like an easy task, but she realized how mistaken she was as soon as her hands brushed against her nipples. Still she fought like crazy to stay still tried instead to react with sounds, which was a lot harder than she anticipated it would be. Nothing but incoherent sounds and moans left Bel’s mouth, as words were far too hard to produce with Ainsley’s mouth around her nipples. She bucked her hips forward, unable to contain the movement and when their lips were touching and the fabric of her shirt brushed against her already sensitive nipples, there was no controlling the way her hips bucked forward once more and the way her arms wrapped around Ainsley’s neck. How it was possible for her to want more when it already seemed like too much was beyond her.

The sounds Bel made were addictive, and only served to tempt Ainsley tease her a bit more, the hand not holding her up coming around to toy with her pert nipples. While she knew she wasn’t quite playing fair, she couldn’t help it, grinning into the kiss as Bel’s arms came to rest around her neck. She was almost tempted to let it go a few moment’s longer until she felt the other girl’s hips begin to roll up, despite the weight that rested on them. Pulling back, she tutted lightly, her hands sliding into Bel’s to push them back down above her head. “Now, now, Jezebel, I thought we agreed on my rules?” Holding them loosely with one hand, she sat back, a smirk came to her face as she considered her next move. She wasn’t normally so strict, at least when it came to scenes for fun, but she’d been dying to take the other girl over her knee, and now she had the perfect justification to do so. “Unfortunately, you will have to be punished. After all, if I don’t set the precedent now, you might think that you can do whatever you want.” Shifting her body to the side, she had to stifle the groan of displeasure that threatened to slip out at the lack of contact reminding herself that it would be worth it. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she turned her head and raised a brow. “Over my lap, naughty girl. Don’t make me ask you again.” Her voice brooked no room for argument. “You’ll get ten spanks for your unfortunate lack of control. I expect you to count each one, and do try to remember my title. I’d would so hate to add a few more as a penalty.” Ainsley drawled, her tone making it very clear that she didn’t mind the thought of adding a few extra spanks in the slightest.

Bel missed the contact as soon as Ainsley pulled away and she instantly regretted not following her rules, which were actually very simple. There was a small push back, just because she wanted to stay close to Ainsley, but not enough to keep her arms from being guided back above her head. There was a small pout that covered an underlying smirk as Ainsley scolded her. She had every intention of following all of Ainsley’s rules - she did want to be a good girl after all, but she couldn’t really be mad about the way her full name sounded in Ainsley’s stern voice and the smirk on her the other girl’s face. “Yes, Miss. totally understand.” She bit at her bottom lip and waited for Ainsley to move to the edge of the bed before following her and laying over her lap as instructed. There was still a playfulness in the air and Bel stuck her ass up as much as she could in her position and switched it from side to side to ensure it stayed that way. She pressed her forehead into the mattress and waited for her punishment. At the first strike, she counted as loud as possible. “One, Miss!”

“Am I detecting sass in your tone?” Ainsley asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow at the overemphasized word. “Because I’ve got you all night, you know.” As Bel adjusted herself over her knee, her ass high in the air, Ainsley bit her lip. “Remember, as fun as this will be for me, if you don’t learn your lesson, you won’t be rewarded because only good girls get rewards.” Resting her left hand between Bel’s shoulder blades, she brought her right hand down with a smack, enjoying the slight sting in her hand and the pink tint that immediately stained the other girl’s pale cheek. The reaction the first spank garnered had Ainsley nodding in approval as Bel counted loudly and clearly as she was instructed. “Good girl. Only nine left.” Without warning, she brought her hand down three more times in quick succession, the sounds of skin colliding with skin echoing through the room. Listening intently to the sound the other girl was making, her eyes searching for any signs of major distress or concern. For as much fun as she might be having, she didn’t want to push the other girl too hard if she wasn’t ready. “What color, Bel?”

There was definitely a small hint of sass in her tone, the playful banter that she was exchanging with the other girl was contagious and pulled her focus from her expectations for a moment. There was big part of her that longed to feel Ainsley’s firm hands on her backside. Physical punishment was not something she had much experience with so she let her curiosity get the best of her, though it probably should have had the opposite effect on her. The mention of not getting a reward caught her attention however, and she decided that playing around was not worth that. “Two! Three! Four!” Bel kept her ass perked up, even of there was the temptation to lower it after the initial sting started to settle in her skin and create a sensitivity she’d never felt before. Though that very same sting was causing the tension between her legs to grow. Maybe pain like this was less of a soft limit and more of a kink. It took her a moment to register the following question, but she remembered her earlier instructions and responded eagerly with an eager, “Green, Miss.” As a way to solidify her words, she pushed her ass up against Ainsley’s hand, prompting her to continue.

Tutting once more, Ainsley shook her head, sliding her left hand into Bel’s hair and giving a tug. “I don’t know. You keep forgetting my title, Jezebel. It kind of makes me think you want me to get you all worked up, aching and desperate, only to leave you unsatisfied. Especially since you remembered the proper way of counting the first time.” Ainsley wasn’t sure if the other girl had been confused about her wording, or if she was testing her resolve as a domme, but she wasn’t going to question the reason that she got to add a few extra spanks. For whatever reason, bending a beautiful girl over her knee always turned her on beyond belief, and this time was no exception. Especially after Bel responded to her check in by pushing her ass further into the hand that was resting on her rapidly warming backside.  “For the sake of your education, I think we’ll just have to start all over again. Do you think you can be a good girl for me and count properly, this time? Or am I going to get to turn this pretty little ass cherry red?” Feeling a bit generous, she gave Bel a little more time in between each strike, wanting to level out her chances of earning a reward this time around.

While Bel purposefully wanted to play with Ainsley, because it was fun to play sassy and she wanted to see how much she could get away with, not counting the way she was asked to was definitely not on purpose and she inwardly scolded herself. Dropping her head to the bed, she kept the reminder in the forefront of her mind, nodding and responding with a muffled, “yes, Miss.” It reminded her of when she was little and she wanted nothing more than to play with her parents and while it was okay for a bit, Bel could never gauge when she needed to be serious again. Her reward seemed to be slipping away from her and she was going to avoid that at all costs. It was really time to buckle down and be a good girl for Ainsley, enough playing for the time being. Bel was tempted to see how much of Ainsley’s heavy hand her ass could take, but decided that she wouldn’t push the Domme anymore, at least for the time being. “One, Miss. Two, Miss. Three, Miss…” By the sixth strike, Bel had the urge to pull her ass back as the spankings turned her skin more sensitive with each strike, but even then, she couldn’t stop the small moan that that reverberated within the blankets against her mouth.

“That’s a good girl.” Ainsley’s voice was a little softer this time, her left hand gently stroking up and down Bel’s spine comfortingly. The second time around, the other girl followed her orders near perfectly, and Ainsley felt herself subconsciously puff up with pride as she counted out the sixth strike. She was about to ask for a color when her ears picked up the faintest muffled moan, and instead decided to forgo her check for the moment. Ainsley flexed her hand, admiring the fruits of her labor, before delivering the last four, pleased with Bel’s behavior and relishing in the barely audible sounds she made with every hit. “Much better. Though, I’d say you enjoyed that punishment more than you ought to have. Still, that does open an awful lot of doors for the future. But for now, go ahead and lay back on the bed again, arms up and legs spread.” Once the other Switch was in position, Ainsley retrieved the bullet and the strap on, setting the strap on aside for the moment, and warming the bullet in one hand as the other began to tease at Bel’s entrance. “I’m going to use you for my pleasure, but first, I’m going to put this in you and turn it on while you fuck me with that clever mouth of yours. Though, if you’re not comfortable with that, your fingers will do just fine.” The bullet slipped in with ease, and Ainsley turned it on to the lowest setting. “One rule, this time. You absolutely may not cum without permission.” She said firmly as she slip off her underwear, before straddling Bel’s face. While she knew the other girl didn’t have much experience, she was clever, and Ainsley was so turned on, she was sure it wouldn’t take much from Bel to get her off. “Time to earn that reward, beautiful.”

As much as she was enjoying the mixed sensations of pleasure and pain, Bel was relieved when the last strike was given and she relaxed a bit at the comforting way Ainsley’s hand stroked up and down her spine. She couldn’t help but smile at the praise that was given to her and at the next set of orders, she moved into position, slightly wincing as the very sensitive skin of her ass brushed against the covers under her. Slowly she put all of her weight on it, then spread her legs and lifted her hands to rest above her head, brown eyes watching Ainsley the entire time. Bel was so fixated on the strap on that was moved out of the way that she completely missed what Ainsley was doing with the vibrator. The moan that followed the bullet being pushed into her entrance was involuntarily loud as was the heavy breaths that followed. She’d never felt anything like it before. Even though it wasn’t a rule anymore, Bel still tried to remain perfectly still as she concentrated on Ainsley’s words. Before she knew it, she was straddling her face and Bel was intoxicated by the scent that hovered over her. Tentatively, she swiped her tongue up Ainsley’s slit, testing the waters and relishing in the taste that it provided by moaning against the flesh. With each stroke of her tongue, she became more confident and while her movements were erratic, they had purpose as she went back and forth between sucking on the clit and tongue fucking her entrance. All the while finally giving in and moving her hips in reaction to the way the bullet was shaking inside of her.

Ainsley bit her lip, stifling a moan as Bel worked her tongue and lips on her aching pussy, one hand clutching at the headboard while the other kept the remote in a vice grip. “Fuck, yes,” She breathed out, her body tensing and relaxing in response to the other girl’s ministrations. While hesitant at first, it wasn’t long before Bel’s movements became firmer and more confident, pulling low groans and murmurs of praise as she began to roll her hips in search of more friction. She felt a slight shift in the body under her, and turned her head to find the source, smirking as she watched Bel’s hips roll and shift in search of friction they wouldn’t find. The knowledge that the other girl was that turned on, mixed with the sounds below her had Ainsley dangerously close, and she let out a cry of pleasure at the feeling of her clit being sucked into a hot, eager mouth. It was only as she brought a balled fist to her mouth, biting down on her knuckles distractedly, that she remembered the remote in her hand. Pooling what was left of her concentration, she pulled her shirt over her head, not wanting her view obstructed as she suddenly began to fiddle with the remote, turning up the intensity just enough to surprise Bel, but not enough to push her over the edge. Grinning wickedly, she turned lowered the intensity once more, giving the other girl a moment to collect herself. “Focus, Jezebel. I’m so close.” She tapped out a nonsensical pattern with the remote, altering the intensity of the vibrator erratically as she spoke, her voice low and heady. “Be a good girl and make me cum, and I promise I’ll take care of you.”

The sounds Ainsley was making combined with the way she rolled her hips into her mouth did something to her confidence that nothing else could have done. Bel relished in the reactions she was able to extract from the girl above her and she grew lightheaded at the prospect of being able to provide someone else with pleasure of any kind. It was a feeling she was not going to forget. The sudden shift in the intensity of the vibrator threw her off and in a moment of being stunned, her mouth fell lax around Ainsley’s sex as a violent moan erupted from her chest. If it kept on like that, she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to hold off her orgasm, but as it fell back to a gentle buzz, she was able to return to her previous task with more concentration than before, especially with Ainsley’s words falling onto her from above. Remembering the soft moans she received when her mouth was wrapped around her clit, Bel returned to doing that as her hands balled into a fist. The sensations from the vibrator was starting to be too overwhelming, but she remained focused on Ainsley, wanting nothing more than to feel her fall apart from her doing.

The look of determination on the other girl’s face as the bullet’s intensity dropped was turning her on to no end, and once her efforts were redoubled on her clit, it was only a matter of time before she lost control. Letting out a hoarse scream, Ainsley grasped the headboard even tighter as her orgasm ripped through her like a bolt of lightning, warming her from the inside out and it was by sheer force of will that she managed to maneuver herself to kneel beside Bel, her vision blurry and her breath still coming in heavy pants. Despite the intense release she’d achieved, the sight of Bel, still laid out like she’d been instructed, but her body twitching and her lips covered in Ainsley’s cum, sent her into her second wind. Licking her lips, she knelt between Bel’s legs, finally turning the the vibrator off, carefully easing it out and setting it to the side. Taking a moment to admire Bel’s swollen sex, inhaling deeply as she traced her outer lips teasingly. “You’ve been such a good girl. I’m going to put on that strap on and fuck you until you’re writhing and desperate for release.” She said, “But first, I want a taste of this pretty pussy. Remember, good girls don’t cum without permission.” A moment later her tongue was taking the place of her fingers, her movements light and playful. “You might be able to convince me to let you cum, though. I do so love to hear pretty girls beg.”

There was a feeling of absolute accomplishment as she witnessed Ainsley’s expression turn into that of pure ecstasy and felt the evidence of it smear onto her face. As the other Switch moved from being on top of her, she licked up the juices around her mouth, relishing in the taste of her achievement. She did that and her heart swelled at the prospect of being able to bring someone else that kind of pleasure. She whined slightly at the loss of the dull pressure the vibrator was providing her, but as soon as she felt Ainsley’s fingers against her sex, she welcomed the change with the small moan she emitted and the way she pushed into the other girl’s touch. At the mention of the strap on, her inside walls flexed in anticipation and her while pussy began to throb at the thought of Ainsley’s mouth on her. There was a yelp from Bel when her mouth made the first contact and she pulled away slightly at the sheer intensity of it. Bel was extremely worked up and the simple tough was almost too much. Almost. “Yes, Miss. I promise I won’t cum without your permission.” Her hips jerked forward with each playful stroke of Ainsley’s tongue as the pull in her lower abdomen became more prominent. While she imagined needing something harder and faster to reach the edge, Bel realized that wasn’t the case, she’d been worked up enough that it didn’t take much at all. The only time she’d ever felt an orgasm was at her own touch, in which she would always allow herself to give into her orgasm. Having to hold it off was not something she was confident she could do but she also refused to break any more of Ainsley’s rules. “Oh please, Miss I’m so- I’m so so close. Miss, please. Please let me cum. Please? I don’t think I can stop myself.”

The first touch of her tongue against Bel’s wet heat had Ainsley letting out a moan from deep in her chest and she relished in the sharp cry the other girl let out, her body twisting. As soon as she heard the other girls words, she thrust her two fingers into her tight channel to make sure she would be ready for the strap on, groaning as she felt Bel’s inner muscles clenching and releasing around her. One hand came up to rest across her middle while her tongue teased at her clit. Keeping her touches light, it wasn’t long before Bel was begging, and as much as Ainsley didn’t want to, she pulled away, pressing a kiss just below her belly button as she slipped her fingers out. “Almost, good girl.” Moving off the bed and cutting all contact was its own brand of torture, but she knew it would help Bel regain a little control, while giving her the space to slide the harness up her legs and situate the strap on comfortably. A wicked grin came to Ainsley’s face as she gazed down at the other girl, still spread and absolutely dripping. “You’ve been a very good, Jezabel. Now, I want you to flip over and get up on all fours for me and you’ll get your well deserved reward.” Ainsley gave a satisfied grin as she did as she was told, before crawling over Bel’s form and rubbing the strap on against her aching pussy. While she knew the other girl was more than ready, she wanted to be sure, and rubbed the strap on against her, getting it nice and wet while she nipped and sucked at her neck, making sure there would be a mark left for the next few days. “Remember, no cumming without my permission. And I want to hear every plea and moan.” A moment later she plunged into Bel’s pussy, her thrusts deep and pace unrelenting as she licked and nipped along her shoulders and spine.

Bel missed Ainsley’s mouth and fingers as soon as she pulled away and it was evident in the small whine that escaped her lips. On the other hand, she was thankful for the small break because she was sure if she hadn’t pulled away, Bel would have been cumming, with or without permission. Her body continued to tremble at the prospect of what was coming next. At Ainsley’s next instructions, it took no time at all for her to flip over onto her hands and knees. She pressed her ass back into the Switch behind her, hissing at the contact she got from the strap on. That alone mixed with the way Ainsley was nipping and sucking at her neck more than prepared her for when the toy was finally pushed into her. There was slight pain since it had been a long time since she’d been filled as much as she currently was, but after a few thrusts, the pain subsided and she was able to give into the sole pleasure of it. The strap on was providing her different sensations than the ones provided by the vibrator or Ainsley’s tongue and fingers. It wasn’t the growing pressure that she was used to, instead it was a sporadic spike of pleasure every time the strap on was deep inside her, hitting a spot that was directly beneath her belly button. Each spike resulted in Bel crying out incoherent sounds, which she meant to be a desperate plea for more, though she wasn’t sure what she needed more of. “More, Miss, please!” She managed to croak out as her toes curled below her and her head pressed against the pillow beneath her.

Ainsley knew she was being a little rougher with Bel than she had intended, but despite her orgasm earlier, she was already on the edge again, and her body had a mind of its own. The sounds the smaller girl made were intoxicating, and every whimper and moan had her thrusting harder and faster, trying to find the right angle to have Bel screaming her name. Supporting her weight on one hand, the other slipped own to tweak one of Bel’s nipples, before continuing down to her clit, drawing out a few more delicious sounds from the smaller girl. Ainsley felt the other girl’s muscle clamp down, providing more resistance and she moaned at the sensations they caused as the strap on moved against her clit. As soon as Bel’s pleas reached her ears, she knew the girl couldn’t hold on any longer, “Cum, Bel. Now.” As soon as she said the words, she gave a particularly hard thrust at the same time she rubbed her swollen clit. Ainsley almost came on the spot from the sounds Bel made alone. Her inner muscles clenching against the toy as she tensed up, finally allowed to have the release that had been building up the entire night. But Ainsley wasn’t quite ready to let the other girl rest. As soon as she could, she began thrusting once more, prolonging Bel’s high, determined to draw out another orgasm from the smaller girl. Her pace was unrelenting as she pushed Bel, a little hard, her own release just out of reach. “Come on, good girl. I’m not done with you quite yet. Give me one more.” She said, her voice gravelly and strained as she pressed a kiss to Bel’s shoulder, the rhythm her hips set fueled entirely by sheer willpower. “One more time. Cum for me, Bel.”

There were so many sensations for Bel to concentrate on that after a while she gave up trying to do so and just gave in to the chaos of it all. She lost control of her body as soon as Ainsley picked up the pace and her hand moved around her to tweak at her nipples and her clit. She was throbbing all over and the blood rushing to her head made it almost impossible to hear anything the other Switch was saying. As hard as it was, however, she clearly heard the order for her to cum and while she didn’t personally have any control over that, as soon as Ainsley’s fingers rubbed against her clit, she felt the knot in her stomach that tightened before it exploded throughout her body. Bel shook violently  in the aftermath, lightheaded and short of breath. All she wanted to do was collapse down into the bed but it seemed as if Ainsley had other plans and Bel was too tired to fight it. Her body was still sensitive in it’s recovery from her previous orgasm and it didn’t long at all for her to reach her peak a second time and while she made almost no sounds the first time she came, it definitely wasn’t the case the second time around. “Oh my God, Miss. I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum.” Her body was shattered a second time and she shook uncontrollably in Ainsley’s arms sure that if she wasn’t being held, she would have collapsed straight into the bed. Her legs continued to shake as she came down from her high, cum dripping between her legs, but all Bel could concentrate on was the pounding in her ears and the stars she saw behind her eyes.

For a moment, Ainsley was worried that she had pushed things too far, but then Bel was shaking against her, crying out as she pulled another orgasm from her already spent body. The sensation Bel writhing against her, mixed with the sounds of the other girl’s cries, quickly triggered her own orgasm, and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to let her muscles give out. Her release burned through her setting ever nerve on fire and expletives tumbled from her lips as her she ground her hips against Bel’s own until her body finally began to calm. Pressing a kiss to the damp skin between the smaller girl’s shoulder blades, Ainsley loosened her grip to allow Bel to rest more fully on the bed, before carefully withdrawing the strap on. She gently cupped her center, her touch light and protective as she murmured words of comfort and praise into her ear. “You did such good job, Bel. I’m so proud of you.” Keeping as much contact as she could, she unstrapped the harness from her hips with her free hand, setting the toy to the side as she pulled the Bel against her front and curled around her. She was glad she’d had the forethought to leave a few waters and a power bar in her side table so that she wouldn’t have to move very far, when Bel was ready for them. Resting her head in the crook of Bel’s neck, one arm wrapped around her middle, while the other tenderly traced out nonsensical patterns on the other girl’s thigh. “Hey there, beautiful. Do you think you can drink some water for me?” Ainsley asked after a few more minutes had passed. While she knew Bel would need some time to recover, she also knew it wouldn’t be long until her body started craving hydration and calories.

It took a moment for Bel to catch her breath and for her to regain control over her body. At Ainsley’s release, she fell into the bed, unable to fix herself and her face remained pushed into the mattress until she felt Ainsley’s arms wrap around her and pull her against her body. In this position, Bel was able to breathe better and finally allow her body the chance to relax, but she was still unable to open her eyes. Exhausted wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how she was feeling. Completely spent was probably better but even that did nothing to describe the dryness in her mouth and the aches in her muscles. Things were out of focus and all she wanted to do was go to sleep. She relished in the comfort Ainsley’s closeness brought her and if she could, she would have curled herself up into an even smaller ball so she could feel completely covered by Ainsley. There was proud smile at Ainsley’s words that despite her rocky start, she was able to make Ainsley happy with her performance. She didn’t know how much she needed to hear those words until they were provided to her. “Thank you, Miss.” Ainsley’s soft breathing mixed with the way she was tracing patterns on her skin was enough to lull Bel into a gentle sleep so when it was interrupted with talk about water, she pouted slightly, shaking her head. “Can I drink when I wake up, Miss? I just wanna sleep.” Bel curled her body as much as she could, pressing back into the girl behind her and hiding her face in her hands.

Ainsley was incredibly proud at how well Bel had done for her first scene, and her chest swelled with pride. Though she was relatively inexperienced, she had done her best, and more than deserved to be cuddled and allowed to rest. However, while Ainsley was loathe to disturb Bel, she knew she wouldn’t be a responsible Domme if she let the smaller girl pass out without any kind of nourishment for her spent body. “I need you to at least have some water, my good girl. Can you do that for me?” Keeping one hand on the other Switch and their legs tangled together, she shifted away to reach into her side table drawer, fishing out a water and the power bar. “Come on, my gorgeous girl. Just a couple of sips for me and then we’ll rest.” Propping herself up a bit, she twisted the cap off and held it to Bel’s lips, trying to coax her into drinking. “There’s my good girl. Just a few more sips and then we’ll sleep.” Once Bel had had a few mouthfuls, Ainsley took a long sip herself, before setting the bottle aside and easily maneuvering them both under the blankets, curling around her once more. She knew that Bel needed the physical contact, but if she was being honest, she needed it too. There was something about the other switch that made her extra protective of her and, though she didn’t know what it was, she knew that there was something about Bel that was special. Pulling her as close as she could, Ainsley pressed a sweet kiss to her shoulder, her arms wrapped around Bel’s small frame and relishing in her sheer presence, as her own exhaustion set in.

She was content to just fall asleep exactly how she was and while she had a strong urge to keep telling Ainsley no, there was an affection she felt for her and an even bigger desire to please the other Switch. She opened her eyes, though slightly squinting at the light and pushed herself up just as Ainsley did so she could sip some of the water that was pushed to her lips. Instantly, her mouth felt better and so did her head. She took a few more gulps, relishing in the taste before smiling at the other girl and offering a small, “thank you, Miss.” She was comfortable wrapped in the other girl’s arms and even more so with the blanket covering their bare bodies. As comfortable as she was, however, it wasn’t enough. Not until she shifted and turned around in Ainsley’s arms to face her. In her new position, she tucked her head beneath the other girl’s chin and curled into her, feeling completely covered and protected. Small, just how she liked it. There was so much she wanted to say to Ainsley, how much she enjoyed herself and how thankful she was that she made her first real scene experience such a good one, but all she was able to do in her current state was press a small kiss to Ainsley’s collar bone and murmur a soft, “g’nite, Miss,” before losing herself completely to sleep.

[rhysford]

Dim Sum Asylum Cover Reveal and Excerpt… Now a Full-Length Urban Fantasy Novel! Coming June 9 from Dreamspinner Press.

And the lovely and fantastically talented Anne Cain​ JUST sent me the final piece, the cover.. so here you go, Roku MacCormick and Dim Sum Asylum. Now a full-length novel and coming out on June 9, 2017!

Dim Sum Asylum is now up on Amazon for pre-order. (Cover will be updated as soon as Amazon gets around to it) AND the Dreamspinner Press link to follow shortly. Just remember, if you purchase a paperback through DSP, you get the ebook for free. So watch the sales and take advantage of DSP’s two-for-one offer.

When I wrote Dim Sum Asylum for Charmed and Dangerous, I really want to revisit the world at some point. About a year ago or so, Lynn West at Dreamspinner Press said… hey, you know Dim Sum Asylum? I want it as a book. So, an additional 85,000 words or so, Dim Sum Asylum is now a full-length novel and I got to play with all the growly, scaly things I wanted to. And man, it was fun. The original story is woven into the novel and I tried to keep as true to the original as I could but there were some changes. A few. *grins*

And a Bonus Saturday Excerpt from the new Dim Sum Asylum. “I’m fine,” I said for the thirtieth time in the last half hour.

“Seriously, I only had the wind knocked out of me. Didn’t even bleed. Just a little bit dusty.”

It was the same response I’d given to everyone who asked. I was set to loop, or at least that’s what it felt like. After the fourth or fifth EMT poked at me, I was tired of answering questions, having lights shined in my eyes, and not coughing when someone thumped at my chest and ribs. The ringing stopped a few minutes after Trent got me to someplace warmer—a tea shop prepping for the early-dinner crowd. The owner was an enterprising young Coleopteran who’d taken one look at the emergency crews pulling up in the street and promptly began steeping stockpots full of black pekoe.

The short, squat Chinese fae urged his workers to give out as many cups as they could, ensuring the responders had something hot in their gullets when they took a moment to breathe. It was a good tactical move on his part. With the sidewalk closed down, he wouldn’t get much business, but cops and firefighters remembered who made their hard days a bit easier. Hell, I still went back to a Hawaiian food place on Third, not just because they made a mean lau lau, but also because they’d fired up their grills and made about a thousand teriyaki burgers and spam musubi for the crews working a double homicide at three in the morning.

“You’ve got blood coming out of your ears, and your irises are copper.” The hard-featured medic who’d snagged me before I could stumble out of the shop could have given the Southern Gate dragon a lesson in pissy looks. He ripped open a bag of supplies with his teeth, grunting for me to hold out my hand, then barked at a rookie cop to grab me one of the teacups before it made it outside. Extracting a packet of bright pills, he enunciated slowly, “These are painkillers….”

I snuck a look at the packet and mumbled, “Yeah, those are the same ones I’ve got in the glove compartment of my squad car. Don’t like them. Make my head fuzzy.”

“Your head’s already fuzzy. In about an hour, the adrenaline you’ve got running through you is going to fade, and you’re going to regret not taking these.” He shoved them into my hand as my partner returned from outside to loom behind the medic’s back. Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted Trent hovering.

“Maybe you can talk some sense into this guy. Either he takes those or I yank him from duty.”

“Did you find anything?” I asked Trent, then followed up with the question I dreaded hearing an answer to. “Did they find anyone inside?”

“It’s too hot. We won’t be able to get in. Building’s been evacuated. Same with the gōngyù on top and across the two sides.” He scowled when the medic pressed a finger against a sore spot on my temple. “That’s bruised. Why are you doing that to him?”

The medic didn’t answer him. He just rattled the pills at me again and glared. “In you or you’re out. Your call, asshole.”

“That’s Senior Inspector asshole to you,” I grumbled back. My pill hatred went back decades, starting with the fake grape lozenges my mother assured me were like candy and would help my sore throat. It was like sucking on Death’s big toe and tasted like roadkill, sorrow, and hedgehog poop.

“Take the pills, MacCormick.” Trent shuffled around a round table the owner’d set up for the medics to lay their gear on. “It’s Hell out there, and I’m not convinced you’re 100 percent. Unless these guys give you clearance to walk out of here, I’m going to shove you into the back of an ambulance, and Gaines will meet you at the hospital.”

Dim Sum Asylum by Rhys Ford Welcome to Dim Sum Asylum: a San Francisco where it’s a ho-hum kind of case when a cop has to chase down an enchanted two-foot-tall shrine god statue with an impressive Fu Manchu mustache that’s running around Chinatown, trolling sex magic and chaos in its wake.

Senior Inspector Roku MacCormick of the Chinatown Arcane Crimes Division faces a pile of challenges far beyond his human-faerie heritage, snarling dragons guarding C-Town’s multiple gates, and exploding noodle factories. After a case goes sideways, Roku is saddled with Trent Leonard, a new partner he can’t trust, to add to the crime syndicate family he doesn’t want and a spell-casting serial killer he desperately needs to find.

While Roku would rather stay home with Bob the Cat and whiskey himself to sleep, he puts on his badge and gun every day, determined to serve and protect the city he loves. When Chinatown’s dark mystical underworld makes his life hell and the case turns deadly, Trent guards Roku’s back and, if Trent can be believed, his heart… even if from what Roku can see, Trent is as dangerous as the monsters and criminals they’re sworn to bring down.

  from Dim Sum Asylum Cover Reveal and Excerpt… Now a Full-Length Urban Fantasy Novel! Coming June 9 from Dreamspinner Press.

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Rule: Say 5 things you like, tag 10 people

Tagged by @akimuta (a nerd) 

I like: 

1. Spam musubi 

 2. Green hills 

 3. The beach 

 4. Video games 

 5. Throwing a bath bomb into a hot bath and sitting in it while wearing a face mask and drinking mimosas (sometimes while also playing video games), feeling like a rich white woman who's husband died under mysterious circumstances

 I tag: @bea-m-o @heathslaters @entrprs @sarcasticpixie and any of my other mutuals who I'm too lazy to mention bc I'm on mobile and I've been laying in bed for an hour and that's not going to change in the next hour