#sneaker for Business Casual Outfit

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Can I Wear Sneakers for Business Casual Women? 21 Sneakers & Business Casual Women Outfit Sets

Can I Wear Sneakers for Business Casual Women? 21 Sneakers & Business Casual Women Outfit Sets #businesscasualoutfit #workwear #sneakeroutfit #officedress

When I first entered the corporate world, I was unsure about the business casual dress code—especially when it came to shoes. Like most women, I wanted to look polished and professional, but the thought of wearing uncomfortable heels all day didn’t exactly appeal to me. So, the question popped up in my mind: Can I wear sneakers for business casual? Well, after plenty of trial and error,…

[goldentangerines]

i'm on an archaeology conference this weekend and today (the first day of the conference) i sat through 2½ hours of highly interesting panels from professors all over the world before i realized all i had in my head was sugar by sleep token

[marcsnuffy]

Not sure if I'm losing my mind or if these outfits are actually nice

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Their Princess

Mob bosses!Wandanat x Carol, Valkyrie, and Kate x fem!reader

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Dom/sub dynamics, R refers to Wanda and Natasha as Mommy and Daddy, Overstimulation, polyamory, slight exhibitionism, training/conditioning(implied), objectification, jealousy/envy, orgasm control, aftercare

Authors notes: Fuck I've never written anything like this before and I struggled a bit with it. Thank you @scarlethexelove for helping me figure out what I'd be doing with everyone and how to end it.

You loved being their princess. 

Wanda and Natasha, the powerful mob bosses who run the city with elegance and terror, have a soft spot for you. They made it clear that you're their favorite plaything, cherished and protected. Their desire for you is known to all in their inner circle, and when they’re off handling serious business, they make sure you’re well taken care of—especially during meetings that might take longer than expected.

Today was no different. The luxurious house, well practically a mansion, where they housed you was immaculate, all sleek marble, soft rugs, and leather furniture, everything pristine as a reflection of their control over the world outside. 

You had the place to yourself for the most part, but not entirely. Wanda and Natasha left you in the care of three members of their trusted circle: Carol, Val, and Kate.

While you had been left in their hands for protection, it quickly became apparent they had other things in mind.

Carol leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed, her short blonde hair mussed up in that effortless way, the corner of her mouth curled in amusement as she watched you. 

Val lounged casually in a nearby chair, swirling a glass of bourbon, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. Kate, meanwhile, sat beside you on the couch, her posture deceptively relaxed. But you could feel the tension brewing between them.

“So,” Carol said, breaking the silence, “how do you feel about killing time with us until our two bosses come back?” Her eyes raked over you slowly taking in the little outfit Wanda had decided today. A short plaid skirt, a tight low cut top, and a pair of cute slip-on sneakers.

You shifted under their gazes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. There was no mistaking their intent. They had been instructed to watch over you, but they clearly had other plans.

Val set her glass down and leaned forward, her smirk widening. “I’d say we’re more than capable of keeping you occupied,” she purred, her voice low and teasing.

Kate’s hand moved to your thigh, her fingers tracing soft patterns on your skin. Your legs instinctively opened, making you bite the inside of your lip. “What do you think?” she asked, her voice playful. “They won’t be back for a while.”

You swallowed, glancing nervously between the three of them. You knew Wanda and Natasha were possessive. You were their favorite, after all. But a part of you couldn’t deny the excitement rushing through your veins.

Val noticed your hesitation and chuckled. “Don’t worry, darling. We won’t tell if you don’t.”

Carol’s smirk deepened as she pushed off the doorframe, moving to join you on the couch, sitting on your other side. “They’ll understand,” she murmured, her fingers brushing your cheek, tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. “You’re theirs, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun while they’re gone.”

Kate, already leaning close, pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, her lips warm against your skin. “We’ll take good care of you,” she whispered.

The combination of their closeness and the promises in their eyes made your pulse quicken. Carol’s grip on your chin tightened slightly as her gaze darkened, while Val’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched, clearly enjoying your predicament. Kate’s fingers slid higher up your thigh, and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through you.

“I wonder who’s going to leave the most memorable impression,” Val mused with a sly smile, standing up and circling the couch, her eyes never leaving you. “Or maybe it’ll be a little of all of us.”

Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as Carol leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “We’re going to have so much fun, sweetheart.”

Kate's hand finally found its spot over your panties, rubbing tight circles against you and pulling a moan out of your lips. Your head lulled back and went to the side as Carol’s lips moved up your neck. Val’s hands found your chest. Pinching your nipples making more moans spill out your lips.

Just as the tension between all of you reached its peak, the sound of the penthouse door unlocking echoed through the room. All eyes snapped toward the entrance, where Wanda and Natasha stepped inside, looking as imposing as ever.

Wanda’s sea-glass eyes swept over the scene, taking in the way you were surrounded by their trusted companions. Natasha’s deep green gaze narrowed slightly as her lips curled into a knowing smile.

“Seems like we’re interrupting,” Natasha remarked, her voice smooth but dangerous.

Wanda raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips. “We leave for one meeting, and you all start without us?”

The three women quickly backed off, looking both amused and a little apprehensive under the gazes of the mob bosses.

Wanda approached you first, cupping your cheek with a possessive touch. “Did they behave themselves?” she asked softly, but the glint in her eyes warned that she already knew the answer.

Natasha came to stand behind you, her hands resting on your shoulders, squeezing them gently. “Don’t worry, printsessa. You’re still ours,” she whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Natasha looks at the three of them before moving over to the loveseat. Letting her muscular arm rest along the back, you felt yourself throb seeing her veins. 

“Go on you three. Show us what you can do.” Tasha speaks as she motions Wanda to come sit with her. 

Carol was the first to move, pulling out her strap as she lifted you. She sat herself down and then you on her lap, letting you slowly sink down onto her cock.

She had you facing outward. Seeing Wanda and Natasha watch you like their favorite movie while Kate came back over. Moving between your legs and letting her lips wrap around your clit; sucking, making you moan out and your head lull back before Val is grabbing your face and guiding you to her strap. 

You let your lips wrap around the faux cock just as you do with Wanda and Tasha. Moans and whimpers come out of you.

Build up after build up happens, but you know there won't be a release not from these three. You're fuzzy and your vision is a little blurry as you look at Mommy. 

Wanda is giving you a faux pout, "Go on detka, say it." And you whine out  

"I need Mommy and Daddy to cum!" You cry out. You're overstimulated by all the build up. You knew they'd been training you, but you never thought it would actually work. 

"Stop." Natasha demands of the others. They all immediately stop what they are doing. 

"Let us show you three how it's really done." Wanda walks to you.  

You're already all hazy and needy, so you're reaching out for Wanda, and she picks you up right out of Carol’s lap. You can feel her strap and Nat comes up behind you, whispering in your ear, "You need Mommy and Daddy? How about you ride Mommy while Daddy fucks you in the ass?"

All you can do is let out a high-pitched whine and nuzzle into Wanda. 

"Those aren't words princess." Tasha whispers in your ear.

"Please let me ride Mommy while Daddy fucks my ass..." You whine out and the two mob bosses smirk at each other. 

"Good girl." Wanda kisses your head. Taking the both of you to the couch. She positions herself, laying down with you hovering over her strap. Nat climbs up behind you. 

Nat pushes inside of you first and you practically cum just from that. Then Wanda is pulling you down onto her. You're already trembling from them filling you up.

It's all overwhelming but not enough at the same time. You just desperately need them. 

"Pl-please... Mommy, Daddy, need you." You whine out. 

"Oh our poor girl just needs to be used. Doesn't she?" Wanda asks and you nod frantically. 

"Yes Mommy please need you both to use me." And the two of them don't hesitate on their thrusts. Fucking you brainless. You end up losing track of how many times you've cum before both of them empty into you. 

You collapse onto Wanda as Nat pulls out to go clean up and grab something for you two. You blink a few times and see the other three girls, naked and looking just as blissed out as you. You'd completely forgotten they were there watching.

Wanda runs her fingers up and down your spine. To sooth you as you nuzzle into her chest. She kisses your head. "Such a good girl for Mommy and Daddy. Such a good toy." She mumbles against your head. 

It sends a shiver through you. She'd do it every time to ground you back down. You smile and close your eyes. Wanda looked over at the other three girls. "See that's how you make her cum. Though it was a losing game you were playing. We trained her months ago only to cum for us, by us." 

The girls all let out a groan as they lay in a mess of tangled limbs. You let out a little whine, nuzzling and hiding your face against Wanda. She chuckles and shushes you.  

Natasha walks back in with bottles of water and some snacks. 

"Come on all of you, water, snacks, time for some aftercare." Luckily for everyone the couch was enormous and though you wanted to stay with Wanda you lean up and whisper in her ear, 

"Can I snuggle with Kate?" Wanda furrows her brow a moment, but then she notices the slightly hurt expression on Kate's face as Val and Carol get comfy together. 

"Go on princess. I've got Tasha." You smile and kiss her before grabbing a blanket and Kate's hand. She's taken by surprise as you pull the two of you over to the chaise and get comfy. 

Everyone gets comfy as light flickers from the fireplace and Wanda puts on one of her favorite sitcoms. 

You nuzzle into Kate as you slowly drift in and out of sleep. The room is peaceful, with everyone comfortable and snuggled up. 

Everyone slowly drifted off to sleep. The last thing on your mind being, it was worth catching Wanda's eyes at the diner that day.

[johnbrand]

Call to Action

William was getting antsy in the airport, crossing his legs and kicking his feet anxiously as he awaited his flight. It had been nearly two months since he had last seen his long-distance boyfriend and the excitement was riling him up. William had been preparing for this trip for weeks now. Everything was packed, the shuttle from the airport coordinated. As soon as he landed he would quickly change from his plane pajamas to a fancier outfit to surprise his true love.

All of this made William bouncy with a child-like giddiness. The two had been lovers since their first year of college, but William’s boyfriend had made it clear early on that senior year he planned to study abroad. Even though this separation was planned and temporary, the young, romantic William had swooned since the day he left. He practically looked the part too, his average, lean build and mousy brown hair perfectly accompanying the lovelorn persona.

Doing his best to distract himself, William grabbed for his phone, surprised to find an unknown number trying to reach him. With nothing better to do, he decided to accept the call. William did not notice all the other men in the airport simultaneously reaching for their phones and answering the same number through their devices.

“Men!” a rugged, masculine voice exclaimed from the other end. “It is our time to rise up to save our country!”

William was not prepared for this sudden call to action, but curious, he remained on the line. He did not realize his decision was already made for him.

“Men should be with women! Men need to become fathers again!”

William’s eyes glazed over at the strong words as the masculine voice continued to spout even more offensive remarks. It was jarring, aggravating to a point that…aggravating to a…aggravating to his dick.

William let the man’s uproar of commands project on, unaware of the small boner that rose from his soft pants as insults were delivered at his masculinity. Each of the man’s statements were absorbed willingly into William’s innermost self, adjusting the poor boy to the expectations of a complete stranger. William’s height rose dramatically, a soft breeze tickling against his shins as his pants rode higher up. His thighs and calves began to fill the empty space as the pants became a starchy material, khakis functional either indoors or outdoors. His shoes too, once cheap sandals, grew larger into massive athletic sneakers that (thanks to his manly privilege) passed as "business casual."

“Straighten out those backs and puff those chests!” the voice urged, and William obliged. His muscles tightened beneath the worn-out tee, which was quickly thickening into a sporty-yet-still-professional polo echoing a more standardized hue. William’s chest, now supported by hard-earned bulk, began to cover itself with little hairs while his entire being broadened and squared. The changes crawled out from underneath the new shirt down his arms, leaving William with tanned, lightly dusted appendages and thick mitts begging for a game of catch on the front lawn. A single finger was graced with a simple silver band.

William’s manhood continually throbbed with the man’s words, pulsing larger with every new mandate ordered upon him. “Your role is to reproduce a spitting-image, not a spitting savage!” William felt himself agree, tightening the typical leather belt that had secured itself around his stronger base. His evolving cock protested the loss of freedom, now a machine for fertilization built for a purpose other than sheer pleasure. “You are a man, so act like one!”

“I am a man!” William repeated, his vocal chords deepening with maturity and testosterone. His jaw squared out with manly aftershave, years brutishly piling onto his body to make him better prepared for fatherhood. William's hair flattened out into a neatly combed shape, a long-practiced art form that matched his weathered, experienced eyes.

“Families and jobs are the priority.” the man signed off. “Father our children, father our country!”

Bill placed the phone down, noticing his flight had just arrived. The 30-something-father watched as the passengers got off, noticing all the proud men with their families. The thought aroused his massive paternal schlong, quickly forcing him to spread his legs to make some room. Bill had just finished a week-long corporate retreat, talking business, the home life, and politics with the other like-minded men out on the greens. Now though, he was excited to get home to the wife and kids. So excited in fact that he had to hear his voice one last time.

“Hey hun, boarding the plane now. Have dinner ready by the time I get home." Bill's command held the dominance and authority of natural masculinity. "Tell the kiddos I'll see them soon, love ya.”

[applepieshy]

I had an idea to redesign vox because I didn't love that a character obsessed with modernization would wear a top hat and bowtie. then after a brief stint into madness where I read my partner's historic costuming textbook I drew.... all this.

(side note: the idea of vox being a trans man who transitioned AFTER death was super compelling and absolutely inspired by @prince-liest so while this is not direct fanart of their series I wanted to give a shoutout anyway!!!)

okay some TRULY unhinged rambling about historic costume below the cut YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

1950s: for this design I very much did not want to go to the typical a-line housewife look, because I feel that is unfitting for vox's character. instead I went for a more business look, but there is still a level of femininity that he would have been expected to perform. i wanted to express his discomfort with that through the pose and expression, though at the time he wouldn't necessarily have a framework for why he hated it

1960s: this one was very fun. i loved the idea of vox beginning to eschew some of the expected feminine presentation, and he no longer wears makeup, jewelry, or hose (though its hard to tell in black & white); however, he's kind of at war with himself in this time period. he's obsessed with seeming perfect and having a respectable image, so he would not go in for the counter-culture movements that were so big in the 60s. he's still kind of riding those coattails though, pushing those boundaries while still not acknowledging his queerness.

1970s: to me, it was very important that the gender hit as he entered the world in color. in my mind the gender euphoria is physically manifested in a wizard of oz situation - he can become who he always has been. anyway, gender aside, I think it was very important to me personally that he wore an ascot. it was for my mental health.

1980s: I wanted the 1980s to be the period where he began to gain some power and notoriety because of the de-regulation of television during this period to allow more ads, mirroring real-world history. I think if the 70s were when vox gained some real confidence, the 80s are when he got an Ego (tm). "business casual" also began to become more acceptable in this time period, and the t-shirt/suit jacket combo was very important for me to include, as to me it epitomizes the commercialism and machismo of the 80s.

1990s: this was actually the decade I was the most nervous to design, and yet I think it turned out the best? the 90s are known for grunge, which I think is NOT vox's style at all. I decided instead to lean hard into the yuppie look, which I know is more associated with the 80s but was definitely still a thing in the 90s. I also allowed a little hip-hop influence in the form of a gold chain from val, which is not something I think vox would ever pick on his own.

2000s: if the 90s were the decade I was worried about and turned out great, the 2000s are the decade I thought I had down SO GOOD and then totally floundered in execution. I still love the bubble-mac inspired head, and I tried to make his clothes as "round" as possible. I also like that this is the time where his saturation got cranked. however, I don't know if I'm in love with the vest and super bright sneakers, because again, looking back on it, he kind of looks like he works at a movie theater or best buy or some shit lol,,,

2010s: I think it's telling that this is by far the closest to his canon design (2014 tumblr lookin ass). I really wanted to pull from that hipster tech bro era, but unfortunately that aesthetic has a veneration for "retro" which again, is not fitting for vox. I still think he would wear the bowtie during this time because, well... he sure does in the show!

2020s: this was fun because I had an excuse to pull from haute couture design rather than street fashion because of the introduction of velvette into his life. I truly do not think velvette would let vox and val walk around in the outfits that they do because it would be an actual embarrassment LMAO. for this, I wanted his decorative "robes" to be evocative of the time he depicted himself as a priest AND of a cape/robe of an emperor. he does think of himself as that bitch, after all.

[theambitiouswoman]

Capsule Wardrobe Essentials 🛍👚🎀👗

Wardrobe staples are important clothes that you can wear in many different ways. They are classic and versatile, and you can mix them with other fun clothes. These staple pieces are like the base of your wardrobe. You can use them with trendy or fancy clothes to make cool and useful outfits. They help you build a wardrobe that works well and looks good. So, you can make lots of different outfits and always have classic clothes to wear.

White Button-Up Shirt: A crisp white button-up shirt can be dressed up or down for various occasions.

Little Black Dress: Timeless piece suitable for formal events or casual outings.

Jeans: A well-fitting pair of jeans in a classic cut can be worn with almost anything.

Blazer: A tailored neutral blazer instantly adds sophistication and structure to any outfit.

Classic Trench Coat: A timeless outerwear piece that works well in various weather conditions.

Black Trousers: A pair of well tailored black pants can be a foundation for both professional and casual looks.

Neutral Sweater: A simple sweater in a neutral color is cozy and versatile for different outfits.

Classic Handbag: A quality handbag in a neutral shade adds a touch of elegance to any outfit.

White Sneakers: Comfortable and stylish, white sneakers can be worn with dresses, jeans, and more.

Black Ankle Boots: Versatile and stylish footwear that complements various outfits.

Pencil Skirt: A versatile piece that can be dressed up for work or paired with casual tops.

Crew Neck Sweater: A timeless and cozy sweater that works well with jeans or skirts.

Leather Jacket: Adds a touch of edge to any outfit and can be styled in various ways.

A-Line Dress: Flattering and suitable for both casual and semi-formal occasions.

Tailored Trousers: Classic pants that can be worn for business meetings or events.

Striped Breton Top: A chic and effortless piece that pairs well with jeans, skirts, or shorts.

Maxi Dress: Perfect for summer or special occasions, and can be dressed up or down.

Denim Jacket: A versatile layering piece that adds a casual touch to any outfit.

Structured Handbag: A classic bag that holds your essentials and complements different looks.

Ballet Flats: Comfortable and stylish shoes suitable for various outfits.

Denim Shorts: A casual option perfect for warmer months and can be paired with various tops.

Midi Skirt: A versatile length that works well for both casual and more formal occasions.

Black Leather Belt: Adds a finishing touch to many outfits and cinches in dresses and blazers.

Slingback Heels: Elegant and versatile shoes suitable for both office wear and events.

[novankenn]

He's a ... THE Super-Model!?!

Pyrrha and Weiss were sitting cat-walk side both looking rather bored as female and male models strutted about before them showing off the most recent "advances" in couture fashion, amid the barrage of camera flashes and polite clapping.

Pyrrha: (whispering) Remind me why we're here?

Weiss: (whispering) Our publicists decided we needed to be seen, so they chose this gala.

Pyrrha: (whispering) This is BORING. I would have preferred stayed in the dorms with Jaune...

Weiss: (whispering) Why didn't you? It's not like you HAD to be here.

Pyrrha: He had another "job" and I didn't feel like sitting around alone.

Weiss: Well thank you for being here. It's always more enjoyable to be at these types of events with a friend.

The room grew quiet, as the MC, dressed in a very fashionable black suit and tie stepped out onto the runway.

MC: Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for attending, and as a thank you we have arranged for a special showing of a single piece from the Adel Sensual Business Collection!

CLAPPING

Weiss: Adel? You don't think...

Pyrrha: Who else could it be?

A few moments later Coco Adel the second year huntress-in-training and Beacon's resident fashionista stepped onto the runway, with a mic in hand. Stepping off to the left side on a raised platform making the cat-walk completely unobscructed.

Coco: So... Adel Fashions has a SPECIAL treat to close out this little semi-private showing. Showing off our selection of our "Sensual Seduction Office Line"... the Enigma...

Coco: The one and only JA!!!

WILD CLAPPING and SHOUTS OF EXCITEMENT!!!

As the music continued to play, out from behind the curtain stepped a figure that was WELL KNOWN to Pyrrha and Weiss...

Pyrrha / Weiss: JAUNE!!!!

Jaune strode down the catwalk with perfect poise. HIs outfit definitely bordered upon the feminine side. Dressed in a purple-black Blazer over top of an off-white-cream blouse with such a deep plunging neckline that it showed off his navel, which was tucked in to a pair of curve clinging purple-black business casual pants, cynched about his waist with a pair of entwined off-white-cream belts. the whole ensemble ended with a pair of gleaming black heelless ballerina boots.

Weiss: How??? He trips over his own feet in sneakers!!!

Pyrrha: ...

Jaune's features where flawlessly accentuated with make-up, and his normally wild blond mop was heavily gelled and slicked backwards. Pyrrha 's heart slammed with in her chest and unable to resist, she rose from her chair...

Weiss: PYRRHA!!! NO!!!

Weiss in desperate act to prevent the Four Time Mistralian Champion from causing a scene, grabbed her by the pony tail and yanked her backwards...

Pyrrha: But... but...

Weiss: I get it! I do! I want to do it as well...

Pyrrha glared at Weiss.

Weiss: ... BUT we are NOT Blake and Deery!!!

Jaune continued his confident and inspiring stroll along the catwalk with effortless ease and perfect poise.

Weiss: (whimpering) I wish you'd be open to share...

Pyrrha: (hissing) You had your chance...

(Master Episode List)

[chrollosbm]

Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Thirteen

art cr: umbra3terna on x

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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pls support me on ao3, it would mean the world to me

It was finally the day of your birthday and you just finished seeing your sisters off. You all cried as they left, even though you knew you would see each other again soon. Besides birthdays, holidays, and random sporadic times during the year, the three of you rarely ever got together anymore. Your younger sister was attending University a few hours away from you, and although your older sister lived slightly closer, her work schedule was chaotic, as she was a hairstylist in a highly-populated area, so she was usually busy. It wasn’t easy going from seeing them everyday as kids, to barely seeing them at all anymore, but sadly, this was the price of being an adult. 

You closed the door behind you with a sag of your shoulders, feeling strange at the sudden silence of your apartment. You forgot how loud they were and while the peace and quiet was welcomed, it felt slightly foreign after a weekend of chaos. Opal’s loud voice was still ringing in your ears, and Valerie’s thunder-like voice amplifying, telling her to shut up was ingrained in your brain.

You knew the silence wouldn’t last too long, with your pre-established day full of plans with Choso. Your stomach fluttered and spirits lifted almost immediately at the thought of it, even though you had just seen him the night before. It was weird, it was like the more you saw the man, the more upset you were to leave him once the day was over. Anyway, you had absolutely no idea what you were doing once again, but as always, you were open to embracing every surprise thrown your way. The only thing you were told to do today was dress casual and cute, so with a fast beating chest, you traveled to your bathroom to get ready. 

You took longer than usual to get ready for a casual day, with you deciding to settle on a soft beat rather than your usual simplified makeup look, and your hair in the leftover curls your sister styled for you just the day before. Your outfit was simple though, deciding on jeans and a plain sweatshirt, thanks to the cool weather. 

Your insides began twisting in anticipation of today’s events as the time for Choso to arrive approached, and with a smile on your face, you looked at the clock just as you heard a knock on your door. You practically skipped to the front door, not forgetting your small arm purse and sneakers before leaving your bedroom. 

You were blessed with the sight of the beautiful man treating you for the day as you opened the front door with a beaming grin, with him sporting one that could have rivaled yours. Your heart was jumping as you took him in, his dark hair blowing in the cool air, crinkled eyes and red cheeks that were most likely from the chill.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Choso’s deep voice snapped you from the obvious examination you were doing on him, and your cheeks began to hurt from both the huge smile you continued to wear, and the heat rising to your face. “Happy birthday.” He finished as his eyes were raking you up and down again, his pupils seeming to get larger with each second he took you in.

“Thank you baby!” You let out excitedly, before locking your door, soon after being enveloped in a gentle hug from the large man before you, the soft fabric of his dark sweatshirt touching your cheek as his warm body touched yours. You always felt safe in his arms, feeling at home where you belonged, in his secure, tender embrace.

You were led to Choso’s still running car in a comfortable silence, with him making sure you were secure in your seatbelt as he clipped you in, stopping mere inches before your face after he finished, a doughy look in his eyes, his delightful scent entering your nostrils. “You look stunning as always, baby. I can’t wait to show the world how beautiful my girlfriend is.” A small, closed lipped smile was on his features now, and you returned it with no problem, yours with teeth, your heart doing that familiar pitter-patter it always seemed to perform around him. He sealed his promise with a soft and quick peck to your lips, his mouth warming your cool, lip gloss covered ones, before leaning up to shut the passenger seat door. 

When he entered the warm vehicle, he was still smiling, this time with a mischievous look in those dark orbs, causing you to squint yours at him, knowing he was up to something. 

“What’s that look for?” You raised your brow and he seemed unphased, still keeping his same expression.

A smirk replaced his grin, looking more delinquent with the substitution. “You have to promise me one thing before we leave.” He put his seatbelt on before placing a large, warm hand on your thigh, the action causing a small hitch in your breath and you mentally rolled your eyes. Why must everything he do fluster you so much? 

“Okay…” You started, trying to act like the simple action of him placing a body part on you wasn’t causing your insides to play hopscotch. You folded your arms over your chest and gave him a challenging smirk. “What exactly does this promise entail?” You cocked your head to the side as you finished.

“Today is your birthday, meaning this is the one day I get to spoil you with no complaints. Understood?” His hand gave your thigh a quick squeeze at that, and you felt your face change into a small frown. You wanted to protest, wanted to tell him he had already done more than enough, with him paying for all your beauty and car maintenance, but before the words could leave your mouth, he spoke with enough authority to command an entire army. 

“Understood?”

The lasers he was burning into your eyes mesmerized you, forcing you to agree with an affirmative nod. He smiled approvingly at that, dark orbs turning brighter somehow as he grabbed your hand from across the dashboard to give it a small, innocent kiss, before the two of you pulled out your driveway, onto your day of unknown events. 

—

When Choso made you promise for him to have full reign on spoiling you for the day, you didn’t know he meant to this extent. 

You were currently at your third shop, a makeup store, where he was holding a basket full of makeup and skincare products he was practically forcing you to get. Well, not really, his compulsion wore off and became acceptance at the second shop, your favorite clothing boutique where you were beaming at almost everything you laid eyes on. The first shop on the strip you went to was extremely overpriced, and although you liked some of the pieces sold there, you simply did not feel comfortable spending money there, even if it wasn’t you paying for it to begin with. 

Choso seemed to notice your hesitation, and instead opted on kindly asking you where you shopped the most, still having the utmost patience for you almost breaking the agreement the two of you had, hence why you felt better shopping in places with a more acceptable range.

It wasn’t like you didn’t like being pampered, especially by Choso, but it was foreign to you. You didn’t grow up with much as a child, so suddenly going from having almost nothing, to someone wanting to provide everything for you was strange. Pulling out a calculator as you shopped was something you had been accustomed to, so going from that to not having to look at the price tag was something you had to get used to if you were going to be with the man who insisted on “giving you the world,” as he claimed. You wanted nothing more than to have all your troubles erased, and you figured you would let him do so in time, but right now you just needed to focus on familiarizing yourself with impromptu shopping trips hosted by Choso.

“What even is this?” Choso’s eyes were narrowed at the eye cream you’d just handed him, him attempting to read the back of the box before you giggled at his genuine confusion.

“It’s for your eyes, it helps with puffiness, and dark circles.” You reached up to softly touch his tired under eyes with your fingers, before a playful pout reached your features. “We can use it together, your eyebags need some work, babe.” 

He raised an eyebrow before he let out a small chuckle, and a playful “ouch,” at your deduction, rolling his eyes shortly afterwards after you dropped your hand back down loosely. “Will it… burn?” He asked, eyes suddenly reading fear.

You tried not to laugh, but failed miserably, unable to hold it in at his adorable inquisition. In opposition to his intelligence and extreme awareness, he could be so hilariously clueless at times. You watched as his pale cheeks turned rosy, and after your fit of giggles subsided, you reassured him. “No, Cho’, it doesn’t burn. It just stimulates the blood flow underneath your eyes.”

He responded with a curt nod, obviously not wanting to embarrass himself further, before dropping it in the basket, and letting you continue your haul.

After a couple more hours of shopping and too many bags that Choso insisted on carrying, not wanting you to lift one manicured finger, your boyfriend let you know you had one more stop before heading back to his place, but not before picking up takeout beforehand. He had planned for the two of you to go out to dinner, but seemingly noticed your apprehension when he informed you of the idea, so the two of you compromised on just ordering to go from your favorite Indian food restaurant. 

The two of you pulled up to a small jewelry shop not too far from your previous stop on the strip and you snapped your head to his, brows furrowed. You had never mentioned wanting to go to a jewelry store, so what exactly were the two of you doing here? 

He spoke quickly, seeming to notice your uncertainty about the situation. “This is the last surprise, baby. I promise.” He lifted a hand carrying multiple shopping bags and placed it over his heart, locking in his oath to you. You simply blinked at his stature before responding with a  nod of your head, secretly excited. You loved jewelry, you had a collection of necklaces, earrings, bracelets and rings, nothing too expensive of course. Nonetheless, it was a guilty pleasure of yours.

Choso’s spirits seemed to lift at your compliance, before struggling to open the door of the shop for you, causing you to let out a groan at his stubbornness to let you do anything at all today. Even with no free hands to open any doors, he was adamant on not letting you touch a single one, the entire day. He would give you the biggest death glare if you even reached your hand out for a handle, so you had given up.

After letting him struggle before you to let you in the shop, you stepped inside with a small snicker underneath your breath at his determination. You had to admit, it was incredibly chivalrous the way he was treating you, struggling to do something as small as opening a door just so he could be the perfect gentleman. 

The bright lights of the vacant jewelry shop hit your eyes, causing you to squint and scrunch your face up at the fluorescent bulbs and white walls, the combination giving you a headache. 

“We won’t be long.” Choso gave you a small knowing smile with his reassurance, before heading to the front counter, with you trailing behind him like a lost puppy. 

He was currently speaking to the small, elderly woman behind the counter as you looked at the jewels before you, distracted by the shiny selection below you in the clear glass cabinet. There were all different kinds, studded chains with real diamonds, bright gold bracelets, rings with all different gems, all of it so extravagant and so expensive. You felt so out of place here, afraid to even touch the glass below you as it could cost more than anything you’d ever owned.

You were still looking through the selection of jewelry when you ended up at the ring section. They were all so beautiful, especially the one your eyes were currently fixated on. The ring itself was gold, with an oversized pear shaped diamond in the middle. You didn’t even want to know how much it cost, so much so that you were purposely averting your eyes from the price tag below, choosing to focus on the way the diamond danced in the light.

You couldn’t help when your mind drifted off to a land of fairytale, one where you were walking down the aisle, dressed in all white with a long veil and even longer train traveling behind you. You imagined yourself being fed white wedding cake, laughing when you smashed said dessert on your newlywed husband’s face, all teeth showing as he chuckled with you. It wasn’t hard to imagine that said husband to be would be Choso, the man at the end of the aisle waiting for you with his emotions written all over his face, that white frosting covering his abnormally beautiful birthmark.

Your cheeks were burning just when Choso’s deep, yet soft voice startled you, snapping you out of your daydream. “Hm, that’s pretty.” He commented casually of the ring you were just staring at, his eyes unreadable and fixated on the overpriced jewelry as you looked up at him. His eyes soon met yours with a smile in them, before continuing. “You ready for your final gift?” He changed the subject and you were grateful he did so, afraid of your own thoughts at the moment.

You responded with a large smile and a nod, as you looked up at him, his body moving as he shifted from foot to foot, his bottom lip caught in his lip, chewing softly. He let out a small breath before placing your bags down on the floor, a medium black, suede box remaining in his fidgeting hands. “Turn around and close your eyes.”

You obeyed him mindlessly, heart racing in your chest, not sure what to expect. It was obviously jewelry, but what? It wasn’t a ring, right? It’s entirely too soon for that. You almost scoffed at your thoughts, as if you weren’t just thinking of your potential wedding day with Choso, less than 24 hours after he asked you to be his girlfriend. 

Your mind was interrupted when a cold metal touched your neck and chest, causing a shiver to run down your body at the surprise. A necklace. Your heart was beating rapidly, and you were afraid Choso felt it with how close he was to your body, with you feeling his warmth and presence behind you.

“Okay.” He said shortly after placing the jewelry on your body and guiding you a few steps over by your waist, settling his arms around you. “Open them.” His gravelly voice was in your ear now, mouth next to your temple, goosebumps erupting from your body from both his touch and being startled by his soft voice in your ear. 

Your eyes fluttered open to a mirror directly in front of you, and your eyes averted to the beautiful necklace around your neckline. The chain itself was gold, the color of jewelry you wore the most, which suited you the best, and at the end of it was a bright, shining sunflower, encrusted in gold, with tiny dancing diamonds circling each petal. It was stunning, worn on your skin like it belonged there, something you never wanted to take off. 

Your jaw was slack, the gift rendering you absolutely speechless, as liquid pooled your eyes. “Baby…” You started but was unable to finish, still gobsmacked at what was around your neck. You were actively trying to stop yourself from sobbing at the incredible gesture, completely awestruck that Choso would think you’d deserve something as beautiful and thoughtful. Your lip quivering as your cloudy eyes were still staring intensely at the piece of jewelry, before you noticed Choso’s tense stature in the background.

You saw him rub the back of his neck through the mirror, his eyebrows furrowed at your reaction. “Do you like it?” He asked softly, and you almost laughed, before turning towards him, placing your lips on his, tears spilling from your eyes, as you gripped the back of his head, pulling him closer, wanting him to feel your gratitude through your kiss. His arms found themselves around your body again, wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

“This is the most thoughtful, beautiful thing anyone has ever gotten me, Choso.” You spoke truthfully, voice cracking towards the end of your sentence as you pulled away from his lips slightly. “I love it, thank you.” You look at him through teary eyes as relief filled his, his smile returning before he dabbed your tears away, careful not to smear your makeup. 

His lips were placed on your forehead shortly after, leaving soft, peppered kisses on the top of your head, his hands on the sides of your dome and you giggled at his lips assaulting your face in the middle of the empty shop, glad the attendant left ages ago to give you two privacy in this intimate moment. Day one of being his girlfriend and he was even more mushy than before, and God, you loved it.

“Anywhere else you want to go, sunflower?” Choso tilted your head to look up at his chocolate eyes, pupils seeming ten times bigger as he peaked at your smiling, heated face. 

You shook your head, completely content with ending your shopping spree with the beautiful piece of jewelry that now laid on your neck. Your stomach growled loudly, signaling you needed to be fed and the man before you laughed, before letting you go to grab the bags off the floor. 

“Let’s pick up some food and go home. Okay?”

—

The Weeknd was playing softly in the background as you laid on the comforter of Choso’s bed, legs tangled together, his fingers stroking your back in that soothing way you loved so much. The dim lights of his bedroom created an orange hue on the walls, the bare whiteness completely casted away, creating a more comfortable atmosphere.

The two of you’d just woken from a food coma nap after stuffing yourselves with way too much grub, your eyes overestimating your stomachs. 

You yawned softly, before looking up at Choso who was already staring down at you with a close lipped smile on his face. His pink lips were glistening in the low illumination, cheeks pale, and dark, low eyes looking straight into yours. There was a stir in your stomach as your eyes raked over him, suddenly feeling that heat in your core and you cursed yourself for waking up horny. You couldn’t help it though, it was Choso. The man was sexy without trying, even with strands of his hair sticking up from bedhead, and to be completely honest, he was even more gorgeous like this, completely raw and dazed. 

“Fuck,” His sudden vocalization made you jump slightly, not expecting him to speak. “Stop looking at me like that with those pretty eyes. Not unless you want me fuck your brains out.”

His completely serious words stunned you, your eyes widening as he finished speaking, before you let out a giggle, wanting to tease him, needing to make it very obvious that that was exactly what you wanted. It was your birthday after all, and the two of you were already extremely sexually active. So sexually active that you’d just had an appointment at the gynecologist so you could be put on birth control a few days ago, as Choso was absolutely opposed to pulling out or wearing a condom with you. 

Your body shot up, suddenly filled with energy at the challenge, before going to sit on top of the dark haired man, legs on either side of his body, sitting directly on his crotch. Choso’s breath hitched, and you felt him harden from under you almost immediately after your ass hit his groin, earning an eyebrow raise from you. “Already?” You teased, cocking your head to look down at him, purposely fluttering your lashes, pulling your bottom lip in your teeth, this being your attempt at trying to excite him. “I didn’t even do anything.” You finished before rocking your hips softly, causing friction to both of your lower halves, an effort to tease the now groaning man below you, whose hands attached to your hips almost immediately, your goal obviously being reached.

He tilted his head back on the pillow, eyes facing the ceiling as you had his cock’s full attention now, with it feeling like a brick underneath your ass, causing a small gasp to leave your lips, your body shuddering with anticipation of what was to come. You had to keep it together though, as you wanted to take things in a different direction than usual tonight.

“No.” Your short sentence came out forcefully as you gripped his chin roughly to face you, the stubble of his cleanly shaven jaw prickling your soft hands. “Your eyes need to be on me the entire time.” You mocked his own strict guidelines, placing your free hand underneath his top, dragging your acrylic nails on the warm skin of his hard abdomen. You felt him stiffen underneath you as his orbs seemed to grow twice in size, you having his full attention now. 

He seemed to follow your orders without argument, only a small hiss as your fingers continued drawing circles underneath the thick fabric of his sweatshirt. You couldn’t ignore the heat traveling through your body from his almost too easy submission, but you kept it together, with your smile sweet at his acceptance, before letting out a “good boy.” 

Those two words seemed to light a fire in Choso, causing his dark orbs to somehow become endless black holes, all while his grip on your hips tightened, and you could’ve sworn you felt him stiffen impossibly harder against you, so hard you were afraid he was in pain through the constriction of his jeans. You smiled mischievously, now knowing a weakness of his. Who would’ve thought bossy, commanding Choso would enjoy the opposite side so much? You wanted nothing more than to toy with him, to see how far you could go, to be in charge for the night, all while having the ability to get off on this as well, as the pool of wetness in your underwear was growing by the second. 

You sighed, wanting to rid of the piece of clothing currently blocking the view of the magnificent body underneath of you that was yours. So, you pulled the end of his top up, and Choso seemed to get the idea, with him lifting his body to take off the sweatshirt. You were faced with that familiar, sexy, ink covered torso, and the silver, shiny chain you loved on him so much, before you attached your lips to his, wanting to taste your incredibly handsome boyfriend. Your hands instantly went to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his soft locks as his strong arms wrapped around your stature, holding you so close he could’ve fused the two of you together. Your tongue found his, and you controlled the kiss, messily and wet as your crotch grinded on his again, causing Choso to bite your bottom lip as he let out a sound resembling a low growl.

While you were enjoying teasing the man below you, the desire you felt was becoming unbearable, being used to Choso doing the pleasing and you being a rightful pillow princess. It was harder than it looked, being the dominant one, but you had an idea that would help the both of you out, one that you were sure the whimpering man below you wouldn’t be opposed to. 

Your lips detached themselves from Choso’s with a suckle sound, before looking up at him with doughy, innocent-feigned eyes. “You wanna try something new tonight, baby?” You asked with sweet sugar in your voice, the tone seemingly hypnotizing the man. He nodded quickly, apparently mesmerized by you, with lit eyes and red hot cheeks, as you stood from the bed shortly afterwards at his response, removing your clothes easily in one go, which prompted him to do the same, mocking your movements. 

You waited until Choso was laid on his back again as he tried to hide his heavy panting, and failing miserably. A shiver went down your back as you took him in, quiet and obedient, waiting for your next order. Was this what it felt like for him? If so, you needed to make this happen a couple times more, as you were already having too much fun with him at your mercy. You loved being dominated by Choso, in fact, you preferred it, but this current experiment was thrilling. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts shortly after as heat stirred in you and your pussy pulsated from inside, obviously missing her lawful counterpart that was Choso himself, and you climbed back on his chiseled body, facing backwards this time, so his erect pale cock was directly in your face. The pink tip was glistened from a large amount of precum and his shiny piercing, the sight of his clear, sticky pre dripping from the head causing you to let out an involuntary moan. You’d wanted to taste him so badly from the moment you’d laid eyes on him, but he never let you due to the fact that he always made you the receiver rather than the giver. You were excited he was allowing you to do so now, even if this wouldn’t be a regular occurrence. 

Choso let out a sound as well as your pussy faced his face, with him gripping your hips from behind almost immediately when you were settled on top of him, his arms below your tummy, hugging your pelvis, before yanking you back and placing you directly on his mouth, seemingly incapable of waiting any longer to taste your already dripping cunt. You yelped in surprise at his eagerness, with your emotion soon being overtaken by the electric shockwaves going up your body as his tongue immediately attached to your clit, him going to work messily, kissing and sucking at you noisily.  

You barely remembered you were supposed to be pleasuring him too, with the distraction of his dirty mouth attacking your pussy, causing you to rock your lower half on his face, making it feel all the better with your vision blurring on the sides of your eyes, losing all sense of time and reality. You felt like you were in your very own amusement park, with Choso’s pretty, perfect face as your favorite water ride.

You were snapped out your brain fog soon after, legs almost giving out as you were still dealing with the diversion of Choso now groaning loudly into your cunt, using his tongue to fuck your opening now, before you leaned down, finally giving his throbbing, fully stood cock attention. You started by placing your tongue on his now red head, feeling that cool piercing on your tongue and the two of you moaned out together, the taste of him being just as you imagined. He tasted slightly salty, the flavor not strong at all, with that metallic taste of his piercing making it all the better. 

It didn’t take you too long before you took him fully in your mouth, not before covering his cock entirely in your saliva, only reaching halfway down his shaft before he reached the back of your throat. You felt Choso’s hips twitch slightly, earning another moan from him, his tongue now abusing your button rougher than before, seemingly making this a competition of who could give the best head to the other person. He was clearly winning at this point, with you completely distracted and off your game as your body mimicked his twitch, feeling that familiar build up in your lower stomach, knowing you weren’t too far from your peak. You began bobbing your head up and down his length, incorporating your hands into your movements, finally back in the competition again, with a noise of approval from the man currently bringing tears to your eyes. The feeling of  saliva rushed out your mouth at a speedy rate, making it easier to move your lips in that repeated motion.

Something about this position was making you feel hot all over, having Choso in your clutches all while he gave you the tongue-down of a lifetime, the man so into it that you were sure his entire face had to be covered in your warm juices and his own spit. It was stirring your insides so much that you were feeling your high approach quicker than ever, and you were ready to welcome it with open arms, with your breathing becoming more intense on the large cock in your mouth. Choso seemed to enjoy it, you could tell from the way his large thighs were tensing in front of you, with your wet lips tighter around him as you got closer to release. 

Choso’s arms were tight around your thighs, one of his hands pressing down on your lower stomach as he seemed to be on a mission now, his tongue going in a fast flick motion on your bundle of nerves, making you cry out on his cock, losing concentration completely as you felt time stand still, and waves of pleasure washed over your body, your body involuntarily rubbing your pussy on the lower half of his face, riding out your orgasm with tears wetting your face and ringing in your ears.

You wanted to keep going, but Choso’s distressed voice stopped you. “Baby.” There was a sense of urgency and need you had never heard from him before. It was more like a whine, and you swore you were going to cum again if he continued speaking to you in that way. “Please let me fuck you, I wanna-I need to cum in you so bad.” He was practically begging at this point, his stuttering voice slightly higher-pitched and you decided to give in before you released a waterfall on his face this time.

His cock was removed from your mouth with a loud plop, a string of saliva following your aching mouth as his member left you. Choso wasted no time before manhandling you to turn so you were facing him, placing your bare cunt on his abs, with you having to balance yourself by your hands on his tattooed chest. Your head still felt heavy from your recent orgasm as you looked down at the beautiful man below you, the bottom half of his face shining with your wet slick, smoky irises low and heavy as he took you in with a heavy breath. Your insides swirled with lewdness, a shiver going down your back from his dark stare, almost forcing you back into submission.

You were brought back to your senses, remembering you were the one making the decisions tonight, regardless of how much his pleading aroused you. So, you settled with a small, convincing smirk, going back to drawing small circles on his hard chest with your pointer finger, making sure your acrylic nail was barely touching him, just enough to cause the goosebumps currently forming on his body. “You wanna fuck me?” You let out, lightly, a small pout on your face, causing the man below you to take in a breath, his dark eyes widening, piercing into your soul.

“Please.” His voice came out strained, and you let out a soft, teasing giggle, scooting your ass backwards slowly, now feeling the wet stubble of his groin area on your lower half. His hands grabbed your ass, and he attempted to lift you, before you smacked his hands away with a squint of your eyes, with him dropping you back down with a deep and long groan. 

“Did I give you permission, yet?” Your eyes were in slits, pretending to be angry at the man currently causing your arousal to leak out of you, some of it that was now running down his thigh slowly. You were unbelievably turned on at the moment, with the small hairs on your arm standing straight up, wanting him to do nothing more than to take off inside you like a rocket ship, but you wanted to hear him beg. Just a little more. 

Choso’s face was twisted into a frown when you lifted your body ever so slowly to rest your opening on top of him, feeling his cool jewelry and wet precum on your wet hole, your bodies feeling like magnets with the way you felt an imaginary pull to rest on his aching cock already. You looked back at the man with low eyes, who was basically squirming underneath you, sweat beads on the sides of his head, mouth agape as his eyes were fixated on your leaking cunt. 

“Please, angel, I’ll make you feel so fucking good I promise.” He was panting now, calling you a nickname that was almost funny, as you were being anything but that at the moment. Him begging and writhing under you, face scrunched up and red in distress, whining in incomplete sentences of “please let me fuck you,” “you know how good I make you feel,” “let me fill you up already,” was the sexiest thing you’d ever experienced and it was driving you absolutely mad,with your walls constricting against nothing, almost cumming at the sight below you. His hands were placed on your hips now and his bottom half was lifting ever so slightly, before you gave a small nod and a simple, “okay,” at last giving him permission to finally do as he pleased.

It was only a split second before his tip was at the ceiling of your cunt, hitting your cervix and making you see sparkles in the air. Loud moans filled the room almost immediately, your voices bouncing off the wall creating a loud echo throughout the house and you were glad Yuji wasn’t home, for it would be impossible for you keep your voice down with the way he was fucking the brain cells out of your head. He was ramming into you like it was his dying wish to fuck you one last time, his thrusts rough and relentless, never once missing your g-spot.

His dark, piercing eyes never left yours, the fire in them creating an intense atmosphere, making this moment between the two of you all the more intimate and passionate. Your eyes were welling with tears, and you weren’t sure if it was from him hitting that gummy spot easily with each rut inside you, or the intensity and emotion filling the air, maybe it was both. He seemed to feel it too, as he used one of his hands to interlock with yours, with a smile only reaching his eyes, as he seemed unable to close his mouth from the pleasure of your pussy. Suddenly, the arm around your waist lifted you higher and placed you down on his oversized cock with more force, making you almost scream in euphoria. Shivers were down your entire body now, like someone opened a window with every time he bottomed out inside you, and you could barely keep your eyes open now, your neck losing control with your head falling backwards.

Your cries filled the room as he didn’t let up, when you remembered again that you were in charge tonight, no matter how emotional you were getting. Your lip was in your teeth when you looked back down at the man who looked fucking high, his eyes halfway closed as he stared at you with his mouth halfway open, a small amount of drool trailing out the side of his mouth as he kept impaling you, with his hand holding yours digging into the skin of your palm almost painfully.

“Cho, b-baby,” You let out a whine just as his tip kissed your cervix again, causing the walls of your pussy to tighten on him with a shake of your body, making Choso groan out loudly, like a war-call. “Slow down. Let me do the work.” You panted out and he seemed to either ignore you or was too dazed to understand a word coming out your mouth, being that his cock continued to mutilate your insides, you feeling him pulsate inside you with each buckle of his hips.

“Choso!” You yelled out loudly this time and he seemed to register your words as he slowed his thrusts, not quite stopping, still hitting that gummy spot inside you before he spoke with a pant.

“What’s wrong?” His brows were furrowed with squinted eyes, grip on your smaller hand loosening, as he finally realized how hard he was squeezing you.

You were still breathing heavily as he continued to move his hips, words coming out in whines, obviously not able to sound as serious as you wanted. “I said…let me ride you.” You tried to stand firm on your words, you really did, but the way he was abusing that spot deep inside you was far too much, with that rumble feeling inside you knocking on your doors again, another round of pleasure wanting to be released.

Choso smirked at you, appearing to know he had you now, a devious look in his half-lidded eyes before sitting up slightly, using his flexed arm to hold you as he moved, with his cock going even deeper inside you with the movement. You gasped slightly as his dick was now standing erect inside you, on your pressure point with neither of you moving, making your mind hazy as ever.

You moved up slightly before his hands on your hips slammed you back down forcefully, causing a shout and dizziness to come from you, you now imagining yourself resembling a cartoon character with stars dancing around your head. “Stay right here.” His lips were close to your ear, voice rumbling in his chest as he caught his breath.

You whined with a pout, your pussy quivering and pulsating on him and he sucked in a breath at the action. You tried to speak, to protest saying you were the boss tonight, but his thumb attached to your clit before you could do so, and he began rubbing quick circles as a string of saliva dropped from his mouth directly onto your pink button. The squelch from his ministrations was loud in the room, and you were trembling, your nails digging into his shoulders as weeps erupted from you. There was a feeling of air being taken from your lungs, as his eyes burned into yours, keeping that overwhelming feeling in the atmosphere again, this time with tears overflowing and spilling onto your cheeks. The air was brought back to your body as you felt your release come out of you, the feeling of a small bomb erupting inside you as you rode out your high with a loud sob.

You were still riding out one of the most intense orgasms of your life, with your pussy clenching onto Choso for dear life, when the grip on your hip and palm almost became too tight, his almost nonexistent nails digging into your skin as he groaned out, his dark eyes focused on you as you felt him spill his hot seed into you, without you having to move a muscle on top of him, and it was the hottest thing ever.

The two of you were panting heavily, staring at each other with half lidded eyes, exhaustion covering your features, before Choso gave you a small smile, before giving you a fat, wet kiss to your inviting mouth. He pulled away shortly after, and you rested your head on his chest, with him still inside of you, the two of you connected together like puzzle pieces. 

“Let me run us a bath.” Choso suddenly let out with a rub to your back and you simply nodded, before you felt him lift you from his now soft cock with a wince from both of you, a small amount of the sticky strings of his cum coming out of you, before he placed your naked body on the bed, soon retreating to his in-suite bathroom, you hearing the bathwater turn on shortly afterwards.

You were resting your eyes, trying not to fall asleep when a few minutes passed and you were suddenly lifted up from the bed, causing a small squeal of surprise to leave you. Your eyes opened to see Choso, staring down at you adoringly, holding you so tightly, like he was scared you would run from his embrace. Never in a million years. 

You let him take care of you for the rest of the night, with you letting him wash your body, massage your now aching muscles, even letting him dress you in his clothes like a little doll. He seemed smug about it as he was doing it, seeming excited you were finally coming around to letting him take care of you.

[sooinbloom]

Bookstore Kisses

pairing: kyungsoo x you

genre: established relationship, married couple, fluff

word count: 1,804

description: wednesday night is date night for you and kyungsoo. tonight, after you beg him to venture into a bookstore, he decides to show you his affection in a way he never has before.

author’s note: hi! this is just a random idea I got while in a bookstore a few months ago. I found it hanging around in my drafts and decided to publish it. also, the photo above inspired the rest… the man looks so good in a cap and glasses. what can I say?! i’m trying out a new writing style, so I hope you enjoy it. sorry, this isnt edited lol (:

- Aria

“Hey, love.” Kyungsoo says as he shuffles into the room, leaving a kiss on my forehead. “How was your day?”

“It was good, a lot of meetings but I’m very happy the day is over. How was your day?” I ask, looking up at my husband.

“Same stuff, different day. I had to tear Baekhyun away from our boss again. Something about the London account again.” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and loosens his tie, “at least today is my favorite day of the week.”

“Date night!” I nod excitedly.

“Yes, baby. How about we go see a movie? We can see that one you’ve been telling me about… The cheesy romcom that you won’t shut up about with your friends?”

“Hey! Hey! Do I call your movies cheesy?” I poke Kyungsoo’s chest as he chuckles to himself.

“No, because I have actual taste.”

“Wooooow this is how you want to start date night? I see how it is!” We laugh together, one thing we never agreed on is our movie tastes. Sometimes we just enjoy the banter, other times it gets serious and hours long debates ensue over which franchise was better or which classic film was better than the other. Tonight was a bantering kind of night.

 “Oh, baby, you’re lucky I’m tired tonight. Let’s go watch the movie and then grab some dinner afterward at the Thai place we like?”

“Sounds like a plan! Let me get ready.” I get up from my chair and walk over to my closet, trying to find a cute, yet practical outfit.

Wednesday nights became my favorite night of the week. We regarded Wednesday nights as almost sacred because it was the only day of the week that we weren’t exhausted from our bleak, demanding corporate jobs. The day of the week where phone gets tucked away and the only communication we have is with each other.

Fridays were too busy for Kyungsoo, given he’s now an executive as his firm. Mondays and Tuesdays were my long days because no one can get their shit together in my office at the beginning of the week. Thursdays just weren’t good for either of us because one of us ended up working overtime and weekends were reserved for decompressing, binge watching TV and much needed naps from being exhausted throughout the week.

Wednesday became special. Wednesday became ours.

After deciding on a casual outfit, I get dressed and meet my husband in the living room as he checks showtimes on his phone. I smile to myself, he’s looking rather comfy in his joggers, hoodie and sneakers, in all black of course. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and grabs his All England Techno Club cap, standing and looking in my direction.

“Beautiful.” He manages between his smile, “ready?”

“Let’s go!” I take his hand and grab my purse from the hook by the door. It’s amazing how to this day, every Wednesday feels like our first date.

Kyungsoo cried during the movie.

I didn’t say a word, but I’ll definitely keep this in my back pocket for a more convenient time. We talked about the plot over the best Thai food in town, the same place we’ve gone since we started dating. Years have past and the owners still remember our really awkward first date. Sitting in the restaurant made me smile, all of the memories that were contained in this place, it’s special.

Once we’re done eating, we start strolling downtown, hand in hand. A certain building captures my attention and I stop walking.

“Oooo! Let’s go in the bookstore!”

“Mmmm.” Kyungsoo whines. I stop and turn to face him, pouting my lip.

“Please, please, please?” I beg.

“Okay, love, let’s go.”

“Yes!” I giddily reply.

“How lucky you are that I can’t say no to you, love.” Kyungsoo mutters in my ear as we enter the store.

I walk through the fiction section and glance across the aisle to the culinary section. My heart melted seeing my adorable husband in his cap and glasses reading an Italian cookbook. He never understood why I called him cute, but this is exactly why. His small pout as he studied the contents of the book and flipped the pages excitedly. His silver ring caught the light just so, little moments like this remind me why I married him. He’s my calm, my center of gravity, my home. I turn and pick a book up from the shelf, reading the summary on the back.

“Anything interest you, babe?” Kyungsoo appears next to me. I grin happily and nod my head.

“It’s a novel I’ve been wanting for awhile. O Beautiful by Jung Yun.” Kyungsoo opens his hands and motions his fingers toward me. I slide the book in his hand and he places it at his side. Kyungsoo takes my hand and laces our fingers together, staring intently at the shelf in front of us. He turns toward me and nods, returning his gaze to the shelf. He’d been working hard and his way of spoiling me was buying me books. He never allowed me to protest or say no. He’d just grab the book, keep it at his side and not allow me to argue that he was buying it for me. His wide eyes scan the shelves, not once did he seem remotely interested in a novel.

“Anything interest you?” I ask.

“Not one thing.” We chuckle softly and Kyungsoo pulls me to the corner of the book section. His shy gaze meets mine and he covers our faces with the book, brushing his lips on mine.

“What was that for?” I blush.

“Do I need a reason to kiss you?” He smirks. This isn’t like Kyungsoo, he’s not the kind of guy that likes PDA. Just the thought of getting caught doing something more than holding hands in public deterred him. We walked the shelves full of colorful book spines, venturing to the mid section of the store where the biographies sat. A David Sedaris novel I read in university sticks out to me. Kyungsoo tilts his head with squinted eyes. “Me Talk Pretty One Day? That doesn’t make sense.”

I giggle to myself and skim through the pages, “That’s the point, the author had a speech impediment and these essays are from his experiences going to speech therapy; and what life was like when he was a child. It truly is hilarious. Sad, but hilarious.”

Kyungsoo shakes his head and shoots me a playful look as he disappears in the romance section. I put the book back and shuffle after him, in his hands the novel Twisted Games by Ana Huang. He skims the pages quickly and eyes me carefully.

Oh no.

He’s on chapter 36.

The spiciest chapter in the whole book.

His cheeks bloom a soft pink, an embarrassed smile on his face.

“I understand why you were so flushed when I saw reading this.” He mutters. “Is this what you want?”

“H-Huh?”

“This book. Is this what you want?” Kyungsoo asks lowly.

“I own this book, Soo.” I reply carefully. He walks behind me and brings his arms around me, the book in front of me. His finger points out a sentence that makes me embarrassed to know that he saw with his own eyes.

“That wasn’t what I’m asking. Do you want what’s in this book?” Oh, boy. I fumble over my words and try to answer in the most in-public appropriate way. Kyungsoo closes the book with a laugh and hugs me close as he places it back on the shelf. “You’re so cute, Jagi.”

I turn and push his shoulder. “Kyungsoo! How is embarrassing your wife in public funny! You…” He pulls me in for a kiss with his laugh still trailing on his lips. We’re tucked away in a corner, only the books on the shelves can see what we’re doing. Kyungsoo proudly steps back and leaves a kiss on my cheek.

“You’re so cruel, Mrs. Doh. Hitting your poor, hardworking, defenseless husband like that.”

I shake my head and allow Kyungsoo to lead me upstairs to the travel section. He busies himself with a book on European travel, occasionally gazing up at me. A book on Korea caught my attention and I thumb through the pages of beautiful scenery, places Kyungsoo had told me about so often. Our jobs both had us leave our beloved countries in favor of job promotions, but The US never felt like home for either of us.

“Soo?” I whisper. His curious eyes always get bigger at the sound of his name being called, standing at full attention. I show him the pages of Seoul and his whole face lights up. “I think we should save to go to Korea. You’ve been missing home, and your mom has been begging us for months now.”

“Really? You want to go to Korea?”

“Of course, baby. It’s where you’re from. It’s part of who you are. Plus, my Korean could use some work.”

“Let’s do it, we’ll go in the spring. It will be nice to show you where I’m from.” Kyungsoo closes his book and kisses my free hand. “Every day you remind me why I’m so happy to be married to you. Even after all this time.”

“I still have no idea why you wanted to marry me.” I chuckle as Kyungsoo takes the book, holds it in front of our faces and leaves a few gentle kisses on my cheeks, nose and lips.

“Because you are like your favorite books. Beautiful on the outside, intriguing and intricately gorgeous with passion between each line. You keep my attention. You soothe me. You make me smile at the end of every day. That’s a big deal.” He softly replies, leaving a needy kiss on my lips. “You make me do things I would’ve never done with anyone else.”

“Like kissing me in corners of a bookstore?” I smirk. Kyungsoo nods and presses himself against the wall, his arms pulling me against his chest.

“Yes. Like kissing you in corners of a bookstore.” Once I feel the temperature heat up between us, I snatch the novel he’s holding from his hands and grab his hand to drag him toward the checkout counter. “Babe! Slow down!”

“After you said all that? No way. Buy me this novel and let’s go home. We have… Things to do.” I stumble through my sentence and narrow my eyes at my hysterical husband. “What?!”

“Nothing. I just love you. And all of the things we need to do.” Kyungsoo emphasizes “things” and takes his wallet out of his pocket. He purchases the book and we dart out of the store, laughing together. The workers must think we’re crazy, but we don’t care.

Wednesdays are our nights.

[door430]

Finally, after hours of designing and drawing and coloring, here is a full lineup of my humanoid designs of the AVA/AVM stick figures! Below the cut is just me rambling about each design.

victim: For victim, I wanted their design to be very business-esque to reflect both their position at Rocket Corp and their apparent preference for manipulation over violence. I gave them two gold necklaces and a gold belt to highlight their current high status in Rocket Corp. I chose yellow accents because of their intelligence and lack of fighting skill, which is similar in some ways to Yellow.

Chosen: I wanted to go for something a little more casual for Chosen, as I feel like they would want to settle down into a more normal life after the fiasco with Dark. The baby blue of their sweater also emphasizes their calm attitude. I put them in leggings to make their legs appear thinner, because Chosen is just an awkward baby deer with skinny little legs that can barely hold up their body to me.

Dark: The design of Dark's outfit is very much the stereotypical punk look. I also like the idea that Dark is shorter than everyone else but wears platform boots to appear taller. Their hair is a bit unkempt to give them a bit of a 'mad scientist' look, and the two curls on top look like devil horns as a reference to their evil nature.

Second: Since Second is the youngest of the sticks, I wanted to give them a somewhat childish look with the curly hair, striped shirt, shorts, and sneakers. They still have a collar though, as they seem to be the most sensible of the Color Gang. The green of the shoes is a reference to their powers in AVA 5 being green.

Red: Since Red loves animals and is the most childish, I wanted their outfit to be something plain and comfy that they could afford to get mud or fur on. Their hair is unkempt as a reference to their childish and impulsive nature.

Yellow: Yellow's design is pretty simple, as I just went for a nerdy/scholarly look. I debated over giving them glasses or goggles, but in the end I thought the glasses fit better with the rest of the design.

Green: I'm going to be entirely honest, Green's whole design is based on the 'Faces' short where they get an anime-style face. I thought a karate outfit would suit them, as karate is a very mobile martial art, and Green has a very mobile fighting style.

Blue: I designed Blue's outfit after a hippie fashion style because of their love for plants and friendship. If you look on their wrists and ankles, you'll see they have one friendship bracelet for each member of the Color Gang.

Purple: Purple's outfit is a mix of comfortable and easy to fight in. Their elytra are based on dragonfly wings because I thought it looked cool. I made their outfit similar to Mango's , as I feel like Mango's influence on them might also extend to their fashion.

Mango: I gave Mango a very royal look to match their crown and kingly manner. Their outfit is very flowy and probably not good for fighting in because of their tendency to make Purple do the hard work for them. Their cloak is blue to show their similarities to Purple's parent, and the lining is gold as a reference to their child, Gold. They have very little of their actual orange color in their design to show them slowly losing themself. The Galactic along the lining is a reference to their knowledge about Minecraft's more obscure mechanics and their use of 'magic' with the staff. Fun fact: it translates to 'no cost too great', because I like the way the phrase's meaning turns more sinister as Mango's plan goes on and they do worse and worse things in the name of avenging Gold.

[daman19942]

*Deep breaths* I shared three four outfits for the LBB shape for this months Garden of Shadows theme, Fashion is for Everyone / Unfinished Business. I've teased these in some gameplay pics, and they've been done for months, but I never uploaded them...until now! Link here, details under the cut!

LBB Athletic Tank w/ Lucilla Sneakers

This first outfit is the oldest and quite literally the reason I learned how to use Milkshape. I wanted an LBB athletic outfit with the Uni tank, gym shorts, and sneakers and damned if I didn't nearly lose my mind making it. But that's exactly what it is. The LBB uni tank comes from @julietoon-ts2 LBB Tank PJs, the shorts are from Godlimpingby's Christmas in July set, and the shoes are from this 4t2 pants conversion by @lucilla-sims. I could've mixed and matched colors all day, but you get these seven. Categorized for everyday and athletic and contain both fat(!) and preg(!!) morph - that's how you know how old these are, I hadn't learned my lesson yet.

Download: SFS

LBB Tank w/ Skinnies and WBP Sneakers

Next we've got another really old outfit - a casual outfit using the same tank, G-Knee's skinnies (which I got from Julie here), and these great sneakers converted by WeBluePeace. Six tank colors, the shoes are the same for each. Categorized as everyday, also contains fat and preg morph (this would be the last time).

Download: SFS

LBB Sleeveless Hoodies w/ Vans or Sneakers

Lastly, I'm combining two outfits because they are the exact same except for the sneakers. These are Fanseelamb's Playful Sleeveless Hoodies with Shorts with either GLB's sneakers OR  ImaginaryBoutique's 4t2 conversion of Darte's Vans Old Skool. Same recolors, I simply couldn't decide between the shoes so I made both. No morphs! Everyday and Athletic.

Download: SFS

Self aware moment: I know there is some texture repetition across these outfits, and truthfully I was very torn about even uploading these because some players may not like that (or maybe would prefer separates). But, 1). I originally made these for myself, 2). Separates for All is currently broken for me, so I'm using more full outfits again, 3). downloaders can pick and choose what they like and 4). if uploading the first functional mesh you ever made doesn't count as unfinished business, I don't know what does :)

Credits to lots of folks: Syn, JulieJ, Lucilla, GLB, WBP, Lifa (for meshing help), Fanseelamb, and ImaginaryBoutique. Everything is compressorized and clearly labelled in the folders, but let me know if you have any issues. Thanks!

(I forgot to add poly counts but i will do so tomorrow! The Vans are clearly the highest).

[lesb0]

Any office wear brand suggestions? Ur outfits always look rly classy and I am starting a new job with a “business casual” dress code (no jeans or sneakers allowed). <3 hope your Tuesday is going well :)

thank u 💞 my secret is that I stopped buying fake materials a few years ago, I'm a banana and aritzia lady recently :)

[hollowdeath]

slytherin fashion

this is the final part of my hogwarts houses fashion posts! you can find the other houses on my masterlist

business casual

i feel like slytherins will take any chance they can to dress up, so their typical go-to look is business casual. think white collared button ups, vests, black suit jackets, and a necktie, of course. but slytherins are all about adding a little edge, so they try to tone down the professional elements with skirts, jeans, leather jackets, and a pair of headphones.

dark academia/alt

i mean, c'mon. who's doing the all black look better than slytherins? this is where a lot of our dark academia/alternative friends thrive. some like to keep it business casual still with simple silhouettes: long skirts, long jackets, turtlenecks/vests, and leather boots. others, however, go for a more casual look with shorter skirts, ripped stockings, graphic t-shirts, and tons of accessories like belts, rings, necklaces, and chains. all in black, of course.

shoes

slytherins are the house when it comes to their shoe game, and there's do debate. they take a lot of pride in their collections and keeping their favorites in good condition. it's like a bonding experience for them, talking about and showing off their shoes to each other. and, of course, they love to experiment with all kinds of styles: flats/ballet slippers, kitten heels, loafers, boots, and, above all, sneakers. even if their outfit isn't their favorite, they can always bet they have the best shoes in the room.

chaotic style

i've tried to find a name for this specific style but all i could find is bloquette (??) and uglycore (???) so i'm just gonna call it chaotic, because that's exactly how a slytherin would describe it. while some slytherins dress professionally, others prefer a more eccentric similar to their fellow ravenclaws. i'm thinking long patterned skirts, particularly plaid, along with boots or tennis shoes and tall socks, as well as random colorful jerseys.

ravenclaw | hufflepuff | gryffindor | masterlist

[e-dubbc11]

Out of Left Field Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, mention of Billy’s past.

Word Count: 3.2K-ish

Summary: Continued from Part One. You can read the first part HERE Your first date with Billy is unexpected but in a good way.

A/N: My lovely @jvanilly had asked if I could expand from part one and it took awhile to come up with an idea but I am really pleased with the way it turned out. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“So where did he say he was taking you?” Jackie asked, leaning across the table with a wide smile on her face.

You met her out for coffee that morning before your first date with Billy.

The last place you expected to meet someone AND be asked out on a date was at a baseball game but here you were, talking to your friend about your upcoming date.

Billy was extremely handsome, charming, ran his own business, and he had saved you from a very uncomfortable situation involving a very drunk fan.

“He didn’t say, Jackie. All he said was wear casual clothes and sneakers.” You said while nervously picking at the sticker on your coffee cup.

Of course, Jackie knew how nervous you were. She swatted your hand to keep you from picking at the sticker.

“Will you stop fidgeting! You’re gonna have fun; he is gorgeous and you could tell how smitten he was with you from a mile away.” She said.

“You think so?” You asked.

Jackie was comic relief is most situations but she was very serious when she replied, “I know so, sweetie. He barely took his eyes off of you for the rest of the game. And the way he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek? He had me blushing! What are you gonna wear?”

Raising your eyebrows, you threw your hands up and shrugged your shoulders.

“I dunno…thought about just wearing a white t-shirt, jeans and white sneakers. Maybe a light jacket in case it gets cooler later?” You replied.

She pondered for a minute. “I’ll allow that.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. “Oh, well thank you for approving my wardrobe choices.”

The two of you had a good laugh and you told her you’d talk to her later after your date if it wasn’t too late.

**********

“How many styles of white t-shirts do I have, anyway?” You said out loud to yourself while trying to get ready.

You had become comfortable with Billy. Not just at the game but the phone conversations that followed. He did call after the game and admitted that he couldn’t wait to get home that night to be able to talk to you again.

It’s a good thing he couldn’t tell you were blushing over the phone because you really couldn’t help it. Billy’s voice was so smooth like warm honey, almost hypnotizing as he talked about his company.

He sounded excited that he was giving veterans purpose again after they had served their country. Some of them didn’t know what to do with themselves when they got out, all they had ever known was combat but Anvil gave them an opportunity to do what they do best…and what they did best was protect and serve. But this time they were doing it for a private contractor.

Finally pleased with your outfit choice, you finished getting ready quickly because Billy would be arriving soon to pick you up.

You texted him.

Just let me know when you’re outside, I’ll come down.

He wrote back.

Absolutely not, I’m coming up to get you.

This took you by surprise; you weren’t used to men making that extra effort, going that extra mile to treat you well, and happy to do so. The guys you were used to going out with did the bare minimum but wanted extra effort from you and you were tired of it.

Your stomach jumped into your throat when you heard the buzzer ring. Billy was downstairs.

“Hello? Billy, is that you?” You asked.

“Yeah beautiful, it’s me.” He replied.

Biting down on your lower lip, you tried to keep yourself from smiling too much but you were very excited to see him again.

“Ok, come on up!” You said excitedly.

Billy lightly tapped on your door and you rushed to open it. He looked just as handsome as you remembered, wearing a gray t-shirt, dark jeans, white sneakers and a baseball hat. He greeted you with that same million-dollar smile that he left you with that day.

“Ah, there she is. You ready to go, y/n?” He asked.

“I am but are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” You asked.

His mouth split into a sly smile and he winked at you when he replied, “Oh no…it’s a surprise, sweet girl. Let’s go.”

Wherever you were going, Billy seemed really excited to take you there so you locked the door behind you and off you went. On the way to your destination, he removed his hat and asked you sit back and place the hat over your eyes so you couldn’t see where he was taking you.

“I’ve seen movies like this, Billy.” You said sternly but playfully and giving him the side eye.

Billy chuckled a little. “I wanna keep it a surprise so humor me, please?”

“Well since you asked nicely.” You said.

After parking the car and walking a few blocks, with your eyes to the ground, he told you to look up from the sidewalk.

You were at Yankee Stadium.

Confused but with a slight smile, you asked him, “Uh, what are we doing here, Billy? There’s no game here tonight, they’re on the road.”

“You’re right about that but I’ve arranged for a private tour of the stadium, just you and me.” He said, lacing his fingers with yours. “We can do whatever we want…within reason.”

There was that smile again.

Billy drew your hand up to his mouth to place a soft kiss on the back of your hand, never taking his eyes off of you. Warmth rushed to your cheeks and your heart was beating so rapidly, you thought it might explode. This had to be the best date you had ever been on and it had barely started.

“Wait…so I get to wander around Yankee Stadium unsupervised?” You joked.

He laughed again. You loved his laugh already.

“Well not completely unsupervised but for the most part, yeah.”

A shy smile stretched across your lips. You had trouble finding the words to say to him for taking you on an incredible date but you knew it must have been expensive.

“How were you able to do this, Billy? Look, I know they don’t just LET you do something like this. It must have cost a small fortune and I’m not sure I deserve it.” You said.

He inched closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies he gazed down at you and brushed his knuckles against your cheek. His eyes looked like two pieces of dark chocolate and they were very easy to get lost in.

“Is it wrong that I wanted to take you on a nice first date?” Asked Billy.

You shook your head, still looking up into those endless brown eyes.

“And of course you deserve it. Come on, let’s go have some fun.” He said as he kissed your forehead and gently pulled you toward the entrance.

Billy Russo was making it very easy to fall for him.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” You called out after him, going down a tunnel.

“I have no idea but we’re gonna find out.” He said with a childlike smile.

The two of you led each other down a labyrinth of underground tunnels and what seemed like mazes all around the stadium. You didn’t know what area you were going to pop out of next and it didn’t matter because you were having such a great time.

You made your way out into the outfield where Monument Park was. All of the retired numbers of past Yankee greats were out there…Mickey Mantle, Babe Ruth, Joe DiMaggio, Lou Gehrig, Thurman Munson, Roger Maris, Yogi Berra, and Don Mattingly…just to name a handful.

You wandered around all of the retired numbers and found Billy standing in front of Joe DiMaggio’s plaque and monument. He felt you standing close to him without even turning around and that’s when he started to speak.

“Ya know growin’ up in the group home, we’d play stickball in the street all the time. I thought I was pretty good, had a pretty decent arm. I wanted to play outfield just like Joe DiMaggio but uh, when my arm got broken and my rotator cuff was torn…I knew that could never happen.” He said softly, almost at a whisper like he was ashamed.

A gentle breeze picked up and brushed against your warm skin as you carefully moved closer to him and lightly touched him on the arm.

“Billy?” You started to say.

“Come on, let’s go run the bases.” He said with an uncomfortable smile. “They said they left something in the dugout for us.”

Billy headed to the outfield with you following close behind but you were still trying to process what just happened. Something about that story didn’t sit well with you, like he left out information that he just wasn’t comfortable telling you yet but you let it go for now and continued with your date.

Being on the field and looking up into the stands was surreal. You had always wondered what it looked like from down there and it was amazing.

You let the well-manicured grass glide through your fingers, touched the dirt along the base path, and were curious as to what the texture of the chalk they used to line home plate with felt like.

Standing tall on second base, you found yourself just taking in the sights all around you, from the advertisements, to the dugouts, along the foul lines, and the centerfield bleachers; the smile on your face stretched from ear to ear, you had a hard time remembering the last time you had this much fun on a date.

Billy called out to you from the dugout.

“They left gloves and a ball for us to toss around!”

You jogged in from second base.

“Will your arm be ok to do that, Billy?” You asked.

He smiled. “It’ll be alright, sweet girl. Just don’t go too far.” Said Billy with a little laugh.

“Well shit, I don’t know how far you think I can throw but I’m gonna tell ya, it’s not that far.” You said, trying to lighten the mood a little.

The ball hit his glove with a sharp smack. Billy looked rather impressed.

“Did you ever play, y/n?” He asked.

A laugh escaped your lips that surprised you just as much as it surprised him.

“HA! No, I didn’t play but my brother did and I used to help him warm up sometimes.” You said.

He motioned for you to come to him. “Come here, beautiful. They left something else for us too.”

Inside the dugout were boxes of popcorn and a couple bottles of beer. The experience of sitting inside the Yankee dugout was almost magical; it was something that you only thought was possible in a dream and it was with someone that you already had deep feelings for even though you didn’t know him very well.

Billy was so guarded and you felt like even telling you about his arm was difficult for him but opening himself up even just that little bit gave you hope that maybe he would eventually share more about himself with you.

Yankee highlights played on the large screen in the outfield while you and Billy talked. More like, you talked and he listened.

“I feel like I’m talking too much.” You said, turning to face him and pulling one leg up onto the dugout bench.

“Yeah, sorry…my relationships usually don’t involve this much talking.” He said.

When he said that, for a split second it made you think that maybe he was just a womanizer and he was doing all of this to just get in your pants but he corrected himself.

“No, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I wanna be honest with you in that I really don’t do relationships, they’re usually just a physical thing for me, no emotional attachments. I was always made to think attachments were a weakness.” He said.

“This isn’t exactly the best way to proposition me, Billy.” You said sarcastically with a slight smile.

You enjoyed making Billy laugh and you just had a feeling it didn’t happen very often. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and he moved in closer. It was close enough to inhale the scent of his cologne and smell the beer on his lips.

“What I meant to say is, I’ve never had a better date than the one I’m on right now. Women I go out with usually don’t try and get me to laugh or have a good time. They’re just…meaningless. But I feel something when I’m with you and even when I’m just talking to you on the phone. I don’t know what those feelings are quite yet but I know that I…I like you, y/n.”

Your heart ached for him. What could have happened that he felt like he couldn’t form any kind of emotional attachments to anyone?

“I like you too, Billy…a lot.” You said with a kind smile.

His lips were so close to yours when the “kiss cam” appeared on the screen, showing the two of you in the dugout and a heart around you.

“Real smooth, Russo.” You said narrowing your eyes at him.

“Hey I had nothing to do with that, I swear. I knew they were watching but I didn’t know how closely.” He whispered.

You brushed the bristles of his beard with your thumb, a sharp breath caught in your throat as you leaned forward to kiss him. You could actually taste the beer on his lips now as his mouth slanted over yours with his tongue gently pushing against your teeth begging to twist and knot with yours.

The drop in your stomach happened so fast, it was something that’s never happened to you before, like a delightful spark igniting inside your body.

Maybe this was the start of something special.

Billy kissed your forehead and cupped your cheeks to look into your eyes.

“Ask me something.” He commanded.

You had a confused look on your face.

“Ask me something that you wanna know about me.” He said again.

“Ok…how did you break your arm?” You asked.

As he told the story, anger burned in the pit of your stomach thinking about how anyone could do that to a child and how no one was around to stop it.

Billy had a hard time looking you in the eye when he talked about Arthur, how he fought back, and how he paid the price for it. He ended up with a broken arm and his rotator cuff torn in three places. “When a grown man tells you that you're pretty, you know nothing good is coming.”

When he was finished, you didn’t know what to say. What could you say? I’m sorry? No…that wasn’t good enough. You sat up on your knees so your eyes were level with his, maybe slightly above, you leaned in close to touch your forehead to his while delicately scraping your nails against his scalp as if to silently tell him that “it’s ok, I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.”

The two of you stayed silent for a few minutes and you continued to comfort him in a way he wasn’t used to but he welcomed it. He had allowed himself to be vulnerable for the first time probably in his life, he let someone in.

There was more to Billy than just a handsome face, charm, and money but not one person had bothered to try and tear down that wall of protection.

No one saw the light in his eyes when he talked about playing stickball when he was young, or how proud he was to serve his country and building a successful company from the ground up.

But you did. You wanted to know all about him. Maybe Billy Russo had finally found the one person that he wanted to tell all of his secrets to…eventually.

His eyes were still closed when you softly pressed your lips to his forehead.

“I’m so sorry, Billy. I just didn’t know what to say.” You whispered in his ear.

Billy slowly opened his eyes and gave you a slight smile. You could tell he was a little nervous about letting you touch him but he accepted your touches, they calmed him down after his story about Arthur and the group home.

“It’s ok, sweet girl. Sometimes words aren’t…necessary.” He said.

The way Billy touched you, it was almost as if he was testing to make sure you were real. From the moment he picked you up for your date, he never let you wander too far from him.

He held your hand, or wrapped his arm around your waist, sometimes he let his fingers wander up and down your back. Billy made you feel like he never wanted to let you go.

And you didn’t want him to.

“I know that couldn’t have been easy for you to tell that story, Billy so…thank you for sharing that with me.” You said with a slight smile.

He pulled you into his lap, his long slender fingers tangled in your hair as his lips collided with yours once again. Billy’s teeth nipped at your jaw and his lips pressed down your neck to your exposed collarbone. That spot always made you weak in the knees.

Breathing heavily, you whispered his name.

“Billy…”

He purred in your ear. “What is it, sweet girl?”

“I hate to stop you but ummm, we’re uh, kinda giving the camera people a show.” You joked.

You both started to chuckle.

“Fuck, I forgot about them.” He said with a sly smile. “You ready to go to dinner?”

“Oh you mean we’re not eating here?” You asked sarcastically.

“Oh she’s beautiful AND funny.” Said Billy with a wink.

You smiled and ran your fingers through his raven colored hair as you replied.

“Well, for the record Mr. Russo, I wouldn’t mind eating here…with you.”

Billy gazed into your eyes and said, “and here I thought I was the only smooth talker.”

“Only when I’m comfortable and I…” You paused. “I feel very comfortable with you, Billy.”

It had been a long time since you’ve had a date like this and from what Billy told you, he had never had a date like this. You were looking forward to getting to know him better, to making him laugh more, and finding out why you were the person he chose to finally open up to.

He pinched your chin in between his forefinger and thumb and said, “Me too, beautiful. Me too.” And he kissed you again.

Maybe fairy tales weren’t so far-fetched after all. Billy Russo was an unexpected hero that came to your rescue when you needed him to. He was the knight in shining armor who charged in out of left field wearing a baseball hat…and a Joe DiMaggio t-shirt.

And maybe in return, you could help rescue that scared little boy that still lingers inside of him and be the hero he’s always needed, wanted…and deserved.

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Akane, beyond the grave: *steals her ex-friend's ultimate talent*

Jokes aside, the wheel chose Sora to be the Ultimate Merchant, so that's fun! Designing her outfit was interesting since I know Akane would take her role as a merchant seriously, but since Sora is (supposedly) an amnesiac, she would not have the memories that would influence her personality and decision-making, let alone her tastes in fashion. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I approached this design not by thinking on what Akane would wear, but rather what Sora would cobble together upon waking up the first time and what peaked her interest as an Ultimate Merchant.

In Sora's OG design, she was just wearing a regular school uniform, and in Teruya's designs, they were either a school uniform he personally designed himself, so he was doing self-promotion by physically wearing his own product, or just a regular suit underneath a very iconic coat with a hat, scarf and goggles which were all mementos of people he held dear. Both are good designs in their own right, although Sora's was definitely the simplest and perhaps uninteresting between the two of them. And considering that a part of being a merchant is making an impression on your customers and fellow businesspeople, Ultimate Merchant Sora can't look too simple to the point that she just blends in with a crowd. So I decided to go with an outfit that's similar in it's simplicity like her uniform but leaning a bit more towards a business-like vibe. So now she has a button-up, a shorter skirt, replaced her ascot with a tie, gave her a jacket to help her stick out more, and made her socks shorter along with some transparent tights underneath. While Akane is pretty professional in her design (when not in Despair), Sora comes off as someone who's much more casual in personality, hence why her button-up has it's collar popped open a bit and is untucked, her tie is a bit loose, and her original mary janes were replaced with sneakers. I also gave her skirt and jacket her matching criss-cross plaid pattern as not only was it an iconic part of her OG design, but I think Sora would choose this pattern to stand out thanks to her instinct as the Ultimate Merchant. Her hair went through some minor changes as I wanted to reference my Akane redesign's bang hairstyle a bit by giving Sora a similar style, just with a straighter style as Akane's hair is a bit more...floofier, to say the least. I also moved Sora's ponytail over her shoulder cause I wanted it to be more visible and as I mentioned in my Kiyoka redesign, making a low ponytail visible in a front-facing sprite like this one can get lost behind the body. I think it looks kinda nice like this. I stuck to her black, white, and red color palette and thus, we are done with Sora.

Next up is Kokoro!

Considering Sora is supposed to be Akane (but not really) in original canon, Sora's "backstory" might as well be her past up to the DRA events, but one that she had completely forgotten due to her amnesia. Since I mentioned not going with the Neo World Program setting for the killing game back in my Swap Talent Yoruko post, I'm gonna approach this as if Sora really was Akane and not just an algorithm put together to protect Yuki and attached to Akane's brain (or however this game described it on how Sora can be familiar with the DRA events but not know them).

Honestly, the most that would change from this is that Akane was supposed to die at the end of the DRA events but when her body inherited Divine Luck, she ended up surviving instead. But due to her injuries and being underwater for so long, even the Divine Luck couldn't keep her memories intact, so when she woke up in a hospital, she literally didn't know who she was and could only think of "Sora" as a name. So, unable to remember who she really is and the horrible things she's done, Sora kinda just...goes off to do her own thing as she searches for answers on who she is. In the process, she realizes that she has a distinct talent in business, and she uses them to buy and sell products to try and help others during the Tragedy. Which she's able to do very well...with a bit of luck. (I always considered that Divine Luck isn't the most active when the user isn't consciously aware that they have it. It's how DRA!Yuki had Divine Luck the whole time but people still died/bad things still happened because he just wasn't aware that he has a literal deus ex machina that is Divine Luck, and the only times it became active in his subconscious was when he was involved in a game reliant on luck or willed for a scenario so badly that it just happened, like with what happened with Kinjo in Chapter 5. Same with Sora in canon and it's basically the same here.) So Sora starts making headway with her reputation, with some people even calling her the "Ultimate Merchant" although she laughs it off since she doesn't have any papers to prove she was ever an Ultimate (she was). Mikado finds out about this, curiously looks into it since "Hey, wasn't there an Ultimate Merchant in the Proto-Killing Game?", and, after a lot of digging, he figures out that Sora is most likely Akane who managed to survive her fate from DRA, most likely due to her own luck. But of course, he never figured out that she has THE Divine Luck, he just assumed that either her Fortune pulled through for her or Utsuro blessed her a second time to save her life before dying. Either way, he needed an extra player since his class only had fourteen students, and who would be better than the accomplice to the mastermind herself? And oooh, how convenient, she also has amnesia so she can't blab about how strangely similar these events are in her previous killing game (although to say everything goes according to Mikado's plan would be a lie). So he snatches her up and does some convenient memory science alterations with the help of Void, more on that in future posts, to make her believe that this is her first time waking up and is a part of their class in this strange killing game when really, none of them had met her until now.

And to make matters worse, it's through this killing game that Sora finally starts to find out who she is and what her past was. And OH boy, would that hit her like a fucking truck to find out that she was a Despair and even got most of her real classmates and friends killed for the sake of her Master Utsuro. Since she has no memories of when she was Akane Taira, the dissonance between her past self and her current self is VERY strong and she's riddled with a huge sense of guilt and shame. Even to the very end, she never fully remembers her past, but she does take responsibility for her past actions even if she'll never forgive herself as Akane Taira.