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myfictionaldreams · 7 months

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Day 14: Uniform - Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You worked for SHIELD and had a huge crush on Natasha, so what do you do when she corners you one day, begging for your help as her zipper is broken and she's struggling to remove her uniform.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, anxious!reader, mutual pining, kissing, flirting, fingering, oral

A.N: Sorry this is a day late!

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“I need your help”, came the sultry feminine voice from your bedroom door, completely snapping you out of the fantasy world you were currently daydreaming about from the book in your hand.

You knew who was there before turning in her direction in shock and surprise. “Help? Me? You need me?” your cheeks warmed at your noticeable stutter with questioning as you looked at the beautiful red-haired woman standing at your door. Natasha Romanoff was smirking at you with her hand on her hip and wearing the tight-fitting black widow suit, recently returning from a mission. She looked dangerous and deadly, but from what you could see, none of her weapons were attached to her anymore, even though she was a weapon.

Natasha tilted her head to the side, her eyes flicking across the room, taking in every detail of your bedroom, and you wished you had cleaned up before she arrived. Standing nervously from your bed, your book is thrown onto the bedside drawer without marking the page with the urgency to give the woman your attention.

She doesn’t say anything; she just continues to look at you with her piercing eyes before nodding her head in the opposite direction, a sign that she wants you to follow her down the hall. You were a SHIELD agent and are currently staying at the Avengers headquarters as you continue to train for missions. You’d made some good friends here and enjoyed finally being able to use your skills for something that mattered.

This was all until you realised that the Avengers themselves actually lived there, not just the agents. You assumed they had their own homes for privacy, but this was not the case, so day after day, you had to see people like Natasha who could casually walk into your bedroom. Your crush on the Avengers was rampant, having admired her since before even joining the institute. Who wouldn’t find her attractive? She was among the most fierce and beautiful women you’d ever seen.

Natasa, ever the spy, was well aware of the effect she had on others and, most of the time, enjoyed shooting down anyone who attempted to flirt with her, walking away without a glance back at them. But not you. Never you. It is evident to everyone who worked at the Avengers headquarters that you had a deep-seated crush on Natasha, from the fleeting glances out of the corner of your eyes or how you would stammer and stutter over your words when she was close by. You were fascinated with her, but rather than being a strong, independent woman, you resorted to being a nervous wreck, hardly even looking her in the eye because you were so anxious to talk to the beautiful woman.

This only became a fun game for Natasha, who found your crush incredibly endearing, cute even and found any excuse possible to try to talk to you, even adding your name to missions so that she knew you were close by. The more time she spent with you, the more she developed her crush; she was just better at hiding it. It was a fun little game at your expense, and today, Natasha was hoping it would be the end to it all, bored with the teasing.

Natasha walked confidently down the hall, through a set of double doors and into the Avengers section of the building. You nearly tripped over your feet, trying to look around at the area you’d not been to before she halted in front of a door, entered a key code and walked in. The weapons and expensive dress decorating the indicted where she’d taken you. You paused on the threshold to her bedroom, unsure if she meant for you to follow her in here, but she urgently waved you further so she could close the door.

Hiding your trembling fingers behind your back, you turned towards Natasha, your eyes wandering above her head as you couldn’t stomach looking into her beautiful face. “So, um, what do you need help with, Miss Romanoff?”

Natasha tried not to grin at the formal way you addressed her. “It’s pretty embarrassing, actually”, she began, her posture changing completely as her shoulders hunched slightly inwards whilst curling some of her red hair behind her ears to appear as if she was embarrassed. “My zip snapped during the mission, and now, I can’t remove my uniform, and the material has been specially made, so I can’t just cut it off”.

Your mouth suddenly filled with saliva as you automatically glanced at where her zipper stopped, just above her cleavage. Once you realised you were staring, you quickly looked back down to the ground, finding the carpet incredibly interesting all of a sudden.

“Why are you asking me for help and not the seamstress?” you asked when you finally found the courage to find your voice.

“The seamstress doesn’t work on Saturdays, and you’re one of the only people I trust here, so I need to hold the two pieces of material together at the top, and you somehow shimmy the zip down”.

There was only white noise blasting through your head at her request, and without giving yourself time to overthink, you closed the distance between each other. The tips of your shoes brushed against hers as you lifted your fingers to grab the zip buckle. Natasha could see the tremor in your fingertips as she grabbed the two sections of material and tried to squeeze them together.

It was difficult at first to grab the metal, especially as your hands began to sweat, but ever so slowly, the zip descended lower, inch by inch. More of her skin began to be revealed. Her cleavage, her sternum, then lower over her navel until the very edge of her public area, which, to your amazement, was neatly trimmer and a brunette shade.

As you comprehended what you were actually looking at, you stepped away, hands rubbing at your sides like you’d made the gravest mistake possible, scared that Natasha would be upset for revealing so much of her body. However, the assassin was unphased and began to pull her arms from her uniform, pushing the black material off her shoulders, down her waist and hips and then kicking off her shoes and attire, leaving it in a pile on the floor.

“You… You don’t wear any underwear beneath your uniform”, you whispered beneath your breath in awe before quickly looking at that entertaining patch of carpet on the floor, realising you’d been staring at her naked body. Your entire body heated with embarrassment and arousal as you crossed one leg over the other to try and squeeze your thighs together to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling.

Natasha shrugged at your observation, “I find that the uniform is so tight that I can’t wear any underwear without the seams being seen, so it’s easier to go without”. Nodding your head at her explanation, you continued looking anywhere but at her. Natasha took a dainty step towards you, her smile growing more prominent, “Are you afraid of nakedness?”

You make a point of forcing yourself to look at her whilst folding your arms over your chest. “No, of course not. I just thought it would be polite to give you some privacy”.

Natasha bites the inside of her lips to stop from just outright grinning and laughing in your face. “I don’t mind. You can look”, she quips whilst raising one of her eyebrows suggestively.

You weren’t sure if this was a test, but as your eyes lowered, you thanked whatever gods were listening to this one moment that you would remember for the rest of your life. She was well toned, given her lifestyle and training methods, and scars littered over her body, which was evidence of her work as stabbings or gunshots clearly created them. You were mesmerised by her beauty, from her perfectly trimmed mound, her toned abs, and up to her round, full breasts.

Until that is, something piqued your interest, “Do you have your nipples pierced?”

Natasha tipped her head back and laughed, looking down at her perked nipples with a shrug of her shoulders, making them jiggle with the movement. “Yeah, they’ve made me quite sensitive, but I thought it would be fun. Plus, they’re super cute”.

“You are”, you say, admiring her breasts, but then your eyes go wide in shock, realising what you’d just said and the soft tone you’d said it in. “I mean, they are- the piercings are -I didn’t mean to sound inappropriate, sorry. I didn’t mean- I just- I wasn't, um-”

Natasha took a step forward, closing the gap entirely so that you could now feel the warmth of her skin; she was that close. Her beautiful, naked body within your bubble, you never wanted it to leave.

“It’s ok, I know what you meant. You’re cute when you’re all embarrassed”.

“I…I am?” you say, looking at her like she had grown another head because there was no way Natasha Romanoff just called you cute in any sense of the word, especially when you’re whining away anxiously.

“You are. Might be why I asked you to come and help me rather than the others. Nothing like a cute girl helping to undress me”. You flush at the obvious flirtatious advances, trying your hardest to continue looking into her forest-green eyes that seem to delve deep into your soul. “You’re even more cuter when you’re like this. Reacting more to my words than my naked body. God, I could just eat you right up.” Natasha lifts her slender fingers and runs the back of them over your eyes and around your ear. “I’ve been watching you, y’know?. It's so hard to talk to a cute girl like you when you’re running away from me every time I enter the room”.

“I’m just nervous”, you say and instantly chastise yourself for stating the obvious.

It doesn’t, phas Natasha thought as her other hand gently grasped yours, interlocking your fingers as she stated, “I know. You don’t have to be nervous, Sugar. I only want good things, I promise”.

She lifts the hand that is holding hers, kissing the palm ever so softly and then moves it so you’re holding her face. “You don’t have to be nervous to do anything with me”, Natasha continues, “I want you to feel safe with me. I want to get to know you on a personal and physical way, if you understand what I’m alluding to”.

Your mouth didn’t want to work, with the worry of just blurting out that you were in love with her, so you nodded your head to show your understanding. Being brave, you allowed your fingers to explore her sharp cheekbones, admiring the delicateness of her skin and shocked when she even began to nuzzle into your palm.

“Can I touch you?” she asks sincerely, her eyes wide with hope and yet restrained, not wanting to frighten you off. As your fingers brush through her silky hair, you nod your head, wanting her very much to touch you in any way possible.

Natasha lifts both hands to press against your hairline, exploring your face like she was trying to map every inch of you. Lower she descended, over your cheeks, your nose and finally your lips, pulling on the bottom one with her thumb, which had your eyes automatically dropping to look at hers.

You want to kiss so severely that it almost makes you ache and beg. It seemed Natasha also knew this and had another idea in mind as she implored in the most innocent voice, “Touch me lower”.

You do as instructed, over her jaw and down her long neck, then press her collarbones again, wondering if this is the area where you should stop. However, Natasha raises her eyebrow again in question, so you take that as your queue to explore lower. Your eyes never leave hers as your fingers run down the centre of her sternum, directly between her breasts, until they stop at the base of her sternum.

Deciding to be brave for once in your life, your fingers skimmed the underside of her heavy breasts, and you watched in delight as her breath hitched, chest leaning into the touch. You take this as a good sign and reach for her hard nipples that have a simple metal bar through the centre.

Natasha groans, even though all you’ve done is graze over the bundle of nerves. “So sensitive”, she explains and reminds you of her predicament.

Pulling your hand away, thinking you’d done something she didn’t want, you apologise quickly, “Sorry!”

However, with her lightning-fast reaction, Natashas quickly grabs your retreating hands and pulls them back to cup her again. “I like it. I like everything you do to me and want to do”.

Before you can overthink anymore, Natasha is pressing her face towards yours, eyes closing and lips connecting with yours. Your whole body reacts instantly, leaning closer and mewling into her mouth, pushing harder. Her lips were so plump they felt like soft, warm clouds against your face, and you’re obsessed, crazy for more, never wanting this moment to stop.

But of course, it does as Nat pulls back for a second, and you’re trying to chase after her with your lips, which causes the woman to giggle. “Can I take this off?” she asks, pulling on the bottom of your shirt. You nod, heart beating so hard on your chest you were sure she would be able to hear. Lifting your arms above your head, Natasha removes the article of clothing and begins to admire your black bra. “I love this”. She eyes it for a second before realising that it unclasps from the front. Natasha internally praised you for being so beautiful as she reached to undo the clasp, exposing your breasts to her.

She moans in wonderment at your beauty, cursing herself for waiting this long before making a move. Natasha couldn’t wait any long as her head dipped to lick across your nipple, causing your back to arch to press her face closer, and your fingers gripped into her hair to hold her there.

Something seemed to snap in you, whether the confidence blooming in your core or the anxiety melting away. Either way, you were in this situation, and there was no way you were letting it go to waste. As the red-haired woman sealed her lips around your other nipple, licking and sucking the bud into her mouth, you swiftly pulled her off by your hands behind in her hair, but only to kiss her deeply and passionately.

Whether it was your enthusiasm to kiss her or Natasha’s excitement that you were beginning to feel more confident, something knocked the two of you back so that you were now led on her perfectly made bed. Natasha doesn’t waste a second and is climbing on top of you, straddling your waste with her naked body now hovering over yours. You touch her everywhere now, her thighs, over her arse to pull her hips closer, up her back to then cup her head.

It was everything you wanted and more; couldn’t get enough of her taste, smell, and warmth. Everything about her, you wanted it every day, all the time. She was sweet and delicate with you, but eventually, Natasha too was becoming fevering with her touches and needing more of you.

“I wanna taste you”, she admits against your lips, just as her tongue dares to peek before yours.

“Are you sure?” you asked uncertainly.

Natasha laughed against your mouth, moving to kiss down your throat over the areas that had your toes curling as she confirmed, “Yes, I’m sure I want to eat you out.”

Your only answer was a grin that caused your cheeks to ache with how giddy you felt. Natasha kissed your lips once more before shuffling down your body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses, tasting every area of your skin she could reach, and spending special particular attention on your breasts. Teasing and sucking on them until you begged her to move lower with how intense your arousal was becoming.

Natasha noted this, deciding that the next time the two of you were intimate, she wanted to see if she could make you cum just by nipple stimulation. Lower she moved, every touch was gentle and calm, even as she unbuttoned your jeans and began to lower them as well as your underwear down your legs, with the help of you lifting your hips, her fingers still were careful about where she touched.

She then began her journey up, kissing and licking all the places that were most sensitive, like your inner knee and thighs, until she was face to face with the area causing you the most ache.

Her eyes met yours, and a devilish smirk on her lips made you wonder what you had gotten yourself in for as her mouth met your more intimate areas. You broke eye contact first, but only because your body jolted, and you had to force your back to arch, spreading your legs further on the bed as your head tipped back.

Natasha's lips were just as plump and soft against your pussy as they were against your mouth. She kissed you there first, savouring the warmth and liquid that had already leaked from your cunt. The noises you were already whimpering were like music to her ears, so desperate and needy.

Carefully, her tongue licked long strips up your folds before adding pressure and parting them, moving deeper until she was poking at your hole that was already contracting with your arousal around nothing. She contemplated for a moment letting her tongue fuck you, but instead, she paid particular attention to your throbbing clit. Tentative, agonisingly slow circles did the tip of her tongue move around the bud before she pressed the flat front of her tongue and gave it a long lick.

“Natasha!” you cried out, hand moving to grip her hair to hold her there. Nat thought it was adorable seeing you falling apart like this so quickly. She hummed against your pussy which caused vibrations to purr into the nerves, which caused your thighs to tremble and clench with the stimulation.

Nat tickled the backs of your thighs to get them to relax again before travelling the length of the limb until the area where your tongue was still pleasuring. Her middle finger circled your eagerly awaiting hole, and as she sucked on the bundle of nerves, she inserted the finger carefully. In and out and moved before adding a second finger, beginning to stretch your cunt. Your hips began rolling of their own accord, desperate to match the pace of Natasha’s tongue and fingers, which had just started to curl to press against the sensitive spot inside you.

“That feels so good, right there!” Natasha didn’t plan on stopping making you feel this good, but she did contemplate just how pretty you’d look after being edged a few times. She just added that to the lengthening list of things she wanted to try with you in the future.

You had to bite your lower lip as your cries of joy were beginning to echo around the bedroom, still holding onto the red hair and essentially fucking yourself on her fingers and tongue. Opening your eyes, you looked down at the green eyes that were watching your every move.

“Please kiss me”, you asked desperately with a slight quiver in your voice as you were getting closer to orgasming.

Natasha grins, licking her lips and crawling back up your body whilst still curling her fingers, her thumb pressing and rolling your clit instead of her tongue. Her mouth was hungry against yours, forcing your lips wider so she could stroke your mouth's crevices, making sure you could taste yourself from her.

You reach out for her, wanting to feel her body just as badly as she wants to hear you cum, but she has other ideas. The hand you reached for her with was held firmly against the bed as Natasha shook her head. “This is just about you today; there will be so much more time for me in the future. Just enjoy this, Sugar”.

You could have melted at the pet name she’d picked and rushed forward to kiss her feverishly one more, hips rolling and working in time with the curl of her fingers and thumb. She was making you feel so good, expertly touching your body, gripping the back of your head to hold your close.

Resting her temple on yours, she looked at you with glazed eyes and demanded, “Cum for me; I want to see you cum on my fingers, pretty girl”. Her words had your core tightening in arousal, your mouth gaping open to gasp and share the same air as her she was that close to you. “That’s it, you’re doing so well for me. I know you’re close. I can feel it on my fingers; you’re so wet for me, so tight, Sugar. Cum for me”.

Your body convulsed as your orgasm rocketed through your very centre, thighs trembling, arms struggling to hold you up as your pussy squeezed in flutters around her fingers. She didn’t stop her rocking motion; those sweet curls of her two fingers, not under you, had sagged back onto the bed to catch your breath.

Carefully, she eased her fingers out of you, putting on a broad display of her licking your fingers and dramatically moaning at the taste before lying down next to you, resting her head on her elbow.

“Do you wanna go and get some food? There’s a cute Italian place about half an hour from here”, Natasha asks casually whilst stroking your cheek with the hand that had just been between your legs.

“What? Like a date?” you asked with the tremor returning to your voice as you stared at her with widening eyes.

Natasha takes one look at you and laughs, tipping her head back with how funny she found it. “I’ve just licked you out and had you cumming on my fingers, and you’re getting nervous about a date? You’re too fucking cute, Sugar. Yes, it’s a date. What do you say?”

Your cheeks heat at her amusement, but you’re soon joining her with smiling, nodding your head and saying, “Yes, I’d love to go on this date with you”.

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ineffablelunatics · 1 month

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Crowley’s Memory of Saraqael and Furfur

There’s a distinct parallel to be drawn from Crowley’s interactions with both Saraqael and Furfur. Both times, Crowley pretends that he doesn’t know who they are. Both times, the opposite party explains who they are to him in detail. But what are the differences?

Furfur. Furfur comes into the dressing room with just Crowley and Aziraphale. He tells Aziraphale that they’ve never met, but Crowley has met him. Furfur explains to Crowley that they were in the same legion before the Fall. Crowley says that he remembers going into battle, but not going into battle with Furfur. Furfur becomes agitated and explains how they fought together. Then says that it doesn’t matter, because Crowley broke the Infernal Code by consorting with an angel. Then the rest of the scene ensues. But why did Crowley say that he didn’t remember Furfur?

It was the only power that Crowley could show in the situation. If he lashed out immediately then Furfur knows for certain that he’s guilty. If Crowley acts like he doesn’t remember Furfur then it could be plausible that he didn’t know that Aziraphale was an angel. It’s plausible deniability. His status in Hell also helps with this. From what we know the lower demons wants to be him and the higher demons are annoyed by him. The lower demons know that he gets to work on Earth, almost for himself, but the higher ups don’t like that he acts indifferent and can be quite arrogant. So when Furfur comes saying that he’s broken some rules, Too Cool For Hell-Crowley starts answering, “Who are you? I can’t even remember who you are. How was I supposed to know he was an angel? Who cares?”

Saraqael. The first thing that Saraqael does is answer Crowley’s question to Muriel about Gabriel’s trial which he hadn’t even started to ask yet. They say his chosen name and then say that they didn’t think that they would ever see him again(not too affectionately but not hateful either). Crowley says that he doesn’t know them and it seems genuine. Saraqael says ‘when you were an angel; we worked together on the Horsehead Nebula.’ During this statement, they’re almost smiling, but then he answers that he meets a lot of people whilst laughing, and this annoys them(similar to Gabriel later). But did he actually remember them or not? If he doesn’t, why pretend?

I think Crowley remembers who they are after they mention the Horsehead Nebula. Simply, because he laughs. At first, he looked like there was a blank, but of course, a nebula would trigger his memory. If he remembers them or not, he has two options: tell them he knows them or tell them he doesn’t. Pretending that he remembered them would maybe give Saraqael a reason to trust him. If they trust him, maybe they will let him look at the file anyway. If he does the opposite, pretend he doesn’t know them(or maybe he really didn’t), then it almost looks more honest and trustworthy. For some reason, most of the angels don’t take the time to remember them whether Crowley knows that or not, up for debate. But if he really wanted to get into the file, then wouldn’t the best way to be making a friend like he did with Aziraphale? But for some reason, he knows that it isn’t. Because I really do think that if he had told them that he had remembered, they wouldn’t have believed him. I think either way, they were going to let him into the file. The archangels believed that Crowley and Aziraphale had more information. Yes, he got himself into the file and all that, but Saraqael didn’t try to smite him, and that means that he chose right.

Between these two interactions, Crowley acts very differently to the two people involved. To Furfur, he acts indifferent, but also agitated. He’s wearing his hat to his brow with his glasses on and he keeps his legs turned away from him. To Saraqael, he looks them in the eyes with glasses that are quite light, comparatively. He doesn’t turn away and he stays engaged. He even laughs. The first thing that Furfur brings up the War and the Fall. Two things I don’t believe Crowley likes to remember. The first thing Saraqael does is answer questions and reminds him about stars(some of Crowley’s favorite things). They don’t bring up the War or the Fall or even Eden. They bring up the fact that they worked together on the stars. I think he respected them for that.

So does he remember them? I think so. I think maybe that he was drawing a blank on Saraqael, because from what we see in Before The Beginning, Crowley was very absorbed in his work. So he might would need some specifics to help him out. Furfur, on the other hand, he might not have remembered, because he blocked him out, because he tried to block the Fall and the War out. Either way, it was plausible deniability on his part. My main reason for his memory being intact(perfect?no) is Muriel and Gabriel. When Gabriel is in the bookshop with just Crowley, they talked about gravity and he said that it seemed like a good idea when “we” were all talking about it. He also knows Muriel’s rank and class without them ever mentioning it prior. He also knows exactly what their job entails. He also remembers where Gabriel was pulling those lines from when he would “wake” up. Crowley seems like he has a handle on his memories. Now, could there be something wrong with them or did something happen to them? Were they fixed? Maybe, he walled some of them off like humans do. Either way, I’m excited to find out.

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jeanboyjean · 2 months

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RIDE WITH ME ft. shinichiro sano. nsfw.

You go to a bar to meet up with one of your dating app prospects but he stands you up. You’re drinking your sorrows away when the guy next to you catches your eye.

a/n: im so down bad u guys i just had to write something for him bc i NEED CONTENT. i truly believe he would worship the ground u walk on yes he would. i experimented a little with my writing style bc i felt like it fit better but lemme know what u think. it's my first time posting here for someone that's not jean so pls be nice <3

cw: fem! reader. mdni. nothing crazy just good old porn with a little plot! oral (f! receiving), protected sex. love at first sight coded.

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tag: @arlerts-angel @milky-aeons @livefromnc @kokonoiscoconut

song: for your love - måneskin

Your throat burned as you knocked back yet another shot, willing the alcohol to soothe the ache you felt in your chest. It was almost twenty minutes past the time you and your date had agreed to meet... but he was nowhere to be seen. Disappointment flooded your mind as you sat at the bar alone, your feet throbbing in the strappy heels you were wearing and your skin itching from the tight dress you had squeezed into just for tonight. All for some sucker who hadn’t bothered to show.

Of course he hadn’t shown.

The weariness of dating was starting to get to you - constant swiping, talking to someone new every week and getting your hopes up, only to have them crushed again when it turned out to be another dud. What was the point in trying anymore, when time after time you were endlessly disappointed. Honestly, you should have known better than to get your hopes up but the hopeless romantic in you longed for the companionship you had always dreamed about. How much longer would you have to do this dance before you found someone who would appreciate everything you had to give?

You looked down at your phone again with a huff, checking one last time for an update. To your surprise there was an unopened notification waiting for you.

Hey, sorry I can’t make it anymore. Can we reschedule?

You snorted in irritation, reading over the text again. Your vision flashed red with anger as you stared down at your screen with gritted teeth. Reschedule? Yeah, as if. If this loser wasn’t going to give you the benefit of letting you know before the time of your date then there was a fat chance you would give him another go.

With a heavy heart, you sighed and slumped against the counter, waving at the bartender to signal for another drink when you caught his eye. As he took away your glass, you unlocked your phone again and opened a text chain with your friends thinking you might as well make the most of the night since you were all dressed up. Maybe they would be willing to come out and join you now that you were here and dateless with nothing else to do.

While you sat there at the bar, on the opposite side of the room, Shinichiro made his entrance into the establishment. He casually scanned his surroundings as he pushed open the door, a small bell jingling as it closed behind him. Groups of patrons gathered at the scattered tables and a lively hum of voices rose over the low music. As always, he set his sight towards the bar and he stopped in his tracks when his eyes caught on you.

Shinichiro frequented this bar regularly, often stopping by after work when he needed some time to cool down. It was the case tonight and he had been looking forward to getting a drink alone with his thoughts after a long day working on a new bike ... or at least, he had been planning to drink alone. Talking to a girl hadn’t been on the agenda at all, but from the moment he saw you at the bar, perched up on your stool, all of his thoughts went out the window. In an instant, he was captured by your pretty frame, the way your brows drew together as you frowned down at your phone and he studied your image, wondering what you would look like if he could put a smile on your face.

WIth a newfound sense of purpose, he approached the bar swiftly and deliberately, only stopping when he was at a comfortable distance next to you. His heart raced as he contemplated his next move and he lifted a hand to wave at the bartender. Now that he was in your vicinity, the heady scent of your perfume trailed towards him, sweet and inviting.

His proximity created a slight shift in the atmosphere around you and your skin prickled and your body tensed on instinct as you became aware of his presence.

“Hey,” you heard his deep voice say. “Whiskey, neat. Thanks.”

You looked up. You saw the tall man, leaning against the counter with the sleeves of his jacket rolled up past his forearms. Dark hair fell over his face as he spoke to the bartender, his eyes scanning the lines of bottles on the shelves in front of him. From the side, you couldn’t see the details of his face but he cut a nice figure as he towered next to you.

As if sensing your gaze, Shinichiro glanced over at you and your eyes locked for a moment before you quickly looked away shyly, a heat warming your cheeks. A breath caught in your throat and your mouth ran dry as your mind took quick notice of his appearance. Yikes… he’s good looking.

You busied yourself with looking anywhere but at him, your eyes flitting around you in a hurry, your hands flying to your chest to fiddle with the top of your dress. Luckily, you were saved from your flustering by the bartender placing a fresh shot glass in front of you at just the right moment and you reached toward it gratefully, offering him a sheepish smile.

Shinichiro followed your movements closely with a steady gaze. For some reason he couldn’t explain and before he could register what he was doing, his hand was flying out to stop you before you could take the drink, his arm moving instinctively without him prompting it to.

Your head snapped toward him, your eyes wide with surprise. His expression was carefully blank, but something bright flickered behind the dark pools of his eyes. You narrowed your own back at him, a scowl twisting your lips.

“Let me buy you a real drink,” Shinichiro began. The words tumbled out of him, clumsy and not as smooth as he hoped. He winced inwardly. What was he saying?

You continued to glare at him only adding to the nerves he felt as he attempted a cool smirk, hoping he appeared more collected than he felt. He accepted the glass being offered to him by the bartender, grateful for the small distraction and the amber liquid swirled as he brought it toward him. His other hand remained outstretched in front of you to block your movement as he held your gaze.

Unimpressed, you huffed out a laugh as you gave him a proper once over. You were no stranger to cheesy one liners and guys trying to pick you up when you went out. His appearance was simple - dark jacket over a white t-shirt that was stained with spots of dark ink and light wash jeans. The dim lighting of the bar casted shadows across the planes of his face and his dark eyes gleamed at you. He wasn’t exactly striking, but he was handsome in a way that tugged at your chest and interest stirred in you, your body ever the traitor.

“Does that normally work for you?” You asked coolly, your eyebrows raised in a disbelieving look.

Although you had tried to play it off, your survey of him hadn’t gone unnoticed by him and he smirked around his glass as he took a sip of his drink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mmhmm.” In a swift motion, you swept your glass around his hand and lifted it to your lips, downing the liquid. You welcomed the burn, letting it warm the ice in your heart.

He chuckled and took a seat on the stool next to you. Of course you wouldn’t be so easy. It was a good thing he always liked a challenge - if there was one thing he excelled at, it was going for what he wanted and never backing down.

You ignored his presence, turning away from him and scrolling on your phone again. Unluckily for you, all of your friends had replied to you with their apologies, already busy with their own plans. You sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that you would have to admit defeat and head home for the night empty handed.

Shinichiro shifted in his seat next to you, clearing his throat lightly. His fingers tapped on the counter less than a foot from where your elbows pressed into the smooth surface. You peered in your peripheral vision at him and watched as his finger traced around the ring of condensation left on the surface by his glass. He nursed his drink slowly and stared blankly into the distance with an expression that was hard to read. Laughter swirled around you as the two of you sat solemnly, lost in your own thoughts.

“Long day?” You asked finally to break the silence. Curiosity would always get the better of you.

Shinichiro’s head snapped toward you in surprise. While you had been mourning your lack of social life, he had been trying to think of what he could say next to get your attention. The last thing he had predicted was that you would initiate the conversation yourself.

“It wasn’t too bad,” he replied. “You look like you’ve had better though.”

You shrugged and tried to keep your expression in check. A short laugh huffed out of you in an attempt to mask your bitter words. “Yeah. I was supposed to be on a date. He stood me up though.”

“Someone stood you up? Why would they ever do that?”

“I don’t know. Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

He cocked his head to the side, appraising you up and down carefully. His eyes lingered on your bare thighs and your chest and his body subconsciously responded to the sight, his heart skipping a beat or two and his dick twitching in his pants. You were pretty, beautiful even, and he was only a man.

“I would never leave you hanging. A girl like you? He must have been a schlub.”

You narrowed your eyes at him again, studying his face. “Does that one work for you too?”

A carefree laugh bubbled out of him as he shook his head, his hair falling to frame his face. “Not really. Not a lot works for me usually, to be honest.”

His candour surprised you. His dark eyes bore into yours, earnest and a little shameless. He didn’t appear to care much about the way he came off to you and it made you want to lower your guards just a little.

“I’m Shinichiro,” he said, holding out his hand. His fingers were dirty, discoloured by the same dark smudges that painted his clothes. He noticed you staring and pulled back his hand, wiping it against his shirt. “Sorry, I just finished work. I promise I washed my hands, it’s just this stuff is hard to get off.” A flush graced his cheeks as his eyes darted to your face and away in embarrassment. “I own a motor shop and I’ve been fixing up a bike all day.”

“Oh,” you hummed. You introduced yourself, telling him your name as you held out your hand. You were no stranger to getting your hands dirty yourself and you were polite, if nothing else. His eyes softened and after a slight pause he leaned forward to take it, squeezing it hard. Calluses lined his palms and your skin tingled from the roughness as you shook his hand.

“So, Shinichiro… I told you my story. You tell me yours. What brings you here on this fine night?”

He grinned at you, taking a sip of his drink. “Well, like I said. I just got off work. I come here to wind down sometimes, get a drink.”

“On your own?”

“My friends can get a bit rowdy. Sometimes I enjoy the peace and quiet of being alone.”

You shifted in your seat, uncrossing then recrossing your legs. Your fingers played with the hem of your dress and pulled it down when it rode up your thigh as you changed positions. It was hard to miss the way his breath hitched and his eyes flickered as he followed your movements. “Do you want me to leave you alone then?”

Shinichiro shook his head, breaking out of his trance. “No, I think you’re cool. I want to get to know you more.”

You laughed, the sound bubbling out of you and into his heart. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you’re hitting on me.”

“Is it working?” His eyes twinkled with humour. He couldn’t help but feel hopeful and he tried to ignore the excitement building inside him, twisting his stomach with nerves.

“Maybe… You’ll have to wait and see.”

He gestured toward your empty shot glass. “Do you want another?”

You considered it for a moment, letting yourself indulge in the possibility before you shook your head regretfully, heaving out a sigh. As nice as it was to talk to him, the disappointment of your date being a no show had already ruined your night. Had you been in a better mood, you would have loved to continue flirting with him.

“No, I think I’ll go home. I might as well get changed into something comfortable and drown my sorrows in my own bed.”

His heart sank a little at your words, disappointment creeping in. He had only just got here and you were already ready to go, right when he felt like he was getting somewhere. Unwilling to let you go too easily, he tried his hand at another play. “How are you getting home?”

“I was going to call an uber.”

“Don’t waste your money. Let me take you home. My bike is parked out front, you can sit on the back.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Haven’t you been drinking? It’s fine, don’t worry about me.”

“I’ve only had one,” he tried to reassure you, gesturing to his glass. “I’m fine, it takes more than a couple drinks for me to feel anything. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t feel up for it.”

Maybe it was because you were a little tipsy but part of you wanted to say yes. He offered a hesitant smile as he looked down at you with an earnest expression and his invitation tempted you just a little. Thankfully to your benefit though, you had enough presence of mind to know better. He was just a stranger after all. A cute one, but a stranger nonetheless.

“I’m okay. Thanks for the offer, I appreciate it.”

Shinichiro nodded, accepting your refusal with a heavy heart. It made sense; he couldn’t blame you really. If you were Emma, he would have expected her to do the same thing. Still, it didn’t make it sting any less as he nodded, lifting his glass toward you in acknowledgement as you gathered your things and turned to leave.

Unable to contain himself, he chanced another look at you as you walked away. His eyes tracked the way you slinked away on your heels, your hips swaying with every step. As you opened the door and stepped outside, he turned back to the bar and heaved out a sigh.

The bartender caught his eye with raised eyebrows and Shinichiro reluctantly pushed his glass forward to accept another drink. An uneasy feeling crept over him as he sat there, trying to process his encounter with you and dread flooded to form a pit in his stomach and his heart sank impossibly further when he realised he had made a dire mistake.

Idiot. He had forgotten to ask you for your number.

***

It had been two weeks since Shinichiro had met you. Two weeks, since he had last seen you.

He had tried not to think about it too much. He knew it was silly of him to get so bothered by it. You were just a stranger really, you had barely shared more than a few minutes together... but there was just something about you that he couldn’t forget. Everyday, when he had a spare moment, he would flashback to his conversation with you and regret every decision he had ever made. He had kicked himself enough over the past few days for not getting your number or not insisting to buy you another drink.

When he walked into the bar again on another Friday night, he wasn’t expecting to see you there at the counter. And yet there you were, in another short dress, the hem riding up your thighs, perched up on your stool. His brain short circuited slightly as he looked you up and down, his breath catching in his throat. As if in a trance, he began moving toward you like a moth would to a flame, weaving his way past tables until the bar came into full view.

All of a sudden he was stuttering to a stop in his tracks. Blood roared in his ears and his vision tunnelled as he took in the reality of the situation in front of him. You were here, yes, but not alone this time, instead clearly talking with a man next to you. Shinichiro watched with dread in his heart as you tipped your head back at something your companion said, your shoulders shaking with laughter as the man smiled smugly, his eyes raking over your body. Jealousy coursed through his veins at the sight. What could possibly be so funny?

Shinichiro approached the bar slowly. His legs felt heavy with lead as the distance between the two of you lessened little by little. Part of him wanted to leave immediately, but another just wanted to see if you would acknowledge him if he stood within your reach. Would you even remember him?

When he finally finished crossing the floor, he leaned against the counter behind you with his eyes fixed in front of him. He didn’t dare to spare you a glance.

Your body was stiff with irritation as you sat there on your stool. Your face ached from holding the smile on your face as laughter came out of you in forced bursts. To your right, your date sat facing you with a broad smile, completely oblivious to the discomfort you felt. You were decidedly not having a good time.

Despite your recent disappointment, you had tried to bounce back and had come out tonight on yet another date with yet another guy. Alas, it was to no avail. Although it had only been half an hour, you already knew it was going nowhere - there was no chemistry, his photos were definitely outdated and honestly the way he was looking at you gave you the creeps. Great, another dud. All throughout the date, your thoughts had kept drifting back to the last time you had been here and Shinichiro’s face flashed in your mind. If only your date had been someone like him.

As you shifted in your seat to reach for your drink, you became aware of a person standing to your side. You turned to look over your shoulder and gasped as surprise overcame you when you saw who it was. The man was busy looking down at something on his phone and hadn't seemed to have noticed you next to him but you recognised the handsome face instantly. Speak of the devil, you thought to yourself. Without a second to waste, you pounced on the opportunity to ditch your date.

“Shinichiro!”

For Shinichiro, the sound of his name coming from your voice was completely unexpected. He jolted in shock as he turned toward you with wide eyes. You were grinning broadly at him, your eyes sparkling in delight and warmth filled his body as a natural response. He was an honest man. He couldn't deny that the sight of your face did numbers on his heart.

“Oh, hey!” He said, trying to recover, a smile playing on his lips. "Fancy seeing you here!" He glanced curiously over at the stranger next to you who in turn scowled back at him.

“Shinichiro’s a good friend,” you said enthusiastically as you turned back to your date. “I haven’t seen him in a while. Is it okay if he joins us?”

Your date frowned, his face twisting in distaste. If you had any feelings toward him you would have felt bad for the clear confusion you were causing him. “You want him to join our date?”

“Yeah. We’re just hanging out anyway.”

He scoffed. “Hanging out? Are you serious? I didn’t come all this way and buy you a drink just to hang out.”

Despite it probably being warranted, his attitude was not appreciated. You glared at the man, your eyes cold enough to turn him to ice. “Well, I want to talk to him. If you don’t like it you can leave.”

“Is this for real?” The man looked at Shinichiro who shrugged, unable to contain the cheshire cat grin that stretched his lips.

Your date huffed, grumbling to himself as his eyes flicked back and forth between you and Shinichiro. His cheeks reddened with frustration and his lips quivered in anger as he stood in a hurry and gathered his things. “You know what? Fuck this,” he snapped. “I’m gonna go. What a waste of time”

You lifted your hand in a wave, smiling sweetly, his reaction not bothering you in the slightest. “Bye!” You called after him as he stomped away.

Shinichiro waited for the man to leave, before taking his place next to you. Your eyes locked in a shared moment as you processed the turn of events and in an instant the two of you were bursting into laughter, your shoulders shaking as giggles tumbled out of you.

“I was trying to find an excuse to get rid of him,” you sputtered, trying to contain your laughter. “Seems the universe sent you to me at just the right time.”

Shinichiro admired the way your face lit up in unabashed joy, the corners of your eyes crinkling as your mouth stretched wide in the prettiest smile he had ever seen. “The universe does work in interesting ways,” he snickered in response. For example, he thought to himself, the fact that he had been hoping to see you again and here you were in front of him, the second chance he had been praying for.

You continued to smile up at him sweetly, looking up through your eyelashes as humour danced behind your eyes. Truthfully, you had been hoping to see him here too.

“So, are you going to buy me a drink, Shinichiro?”

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Are you going to let me?”

You crossed your arms in front of you. He tried not to pay attention to the way it brought his focus to your chest. You nodded toward your empty glass, a clear message in your gaze, and he leaned over the counter, waving at the bartender to get his attention. He pointed to your glass.

“Can I get another one of whatever she had … and a beer for me, please.”

You hummed in thought, cocking your head to the side. “Just a beer today? I remember you had something a bit stronger last time.”

He grinned, pleased to know you had been paying attention.

“I want to make sure I’m sober enough to take you home tonight.”

He held his breath as he watched your reaction. You blinked at him in surprise, although there was no reason you should have been. He was sure he had been clear enough in his intentions the last time you had met. A flush warmed your cheeks as you tried to keep your composure but a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Shinichiro grinned in satisfaction. Gotcha.

Time passed quickly as the two of you conversed. The banter came easily, laughter flowing freely. You were funny, he realised, more than he thought … and beautiful, exactly his type. Multiple times throughout the night, he'd had to pause to remind himself to keep it together, lest he fall too hard too fast. You had only really just met and it was proving difficult to reign it in when you were hitting it off so smoothly like this.

An hour later, you were still nursing the drink he had bought you, twisting it around in your hands as you smiled warmly at him. A small part of him hoped it was because you wanted to prolong the conversation for as long as possible. He would buy you another this time, if it meant you would stay to talk to him. The grip you had wrapped around his heart tightened as you gazed up at him through your eyelashes, your eyes twinkling in the low light.

“So when are you going to take me home, Shinichiro?”

Your sweet voice tugged at his chest, your words catching him off guard. Your hand fell down to rest on his forearm and squeezed tight. Your playful look told him a clear message, and he received it wholeheartedly, instantly becoming putty in your hands.

“How about now?” He offered, holding out his hand.

You giggled in response as you took it, clutching it tight.

***

The ride to your place went by in a blur. His head was a mess as his bike rumbled beneath him, the engine roaring as he zipped down the road with you sitting behind him. All of his thoughts were consumed by the feeling of you pressed up against his back, your arms wound around his waist, gripping tight on his shirt as your bare thighs enveloped him. All of his energy was focused on staring straight ahead, ignoring the blood pumping in his veins to gather down between his legs.

It was a relief when he finally pulled onto your street. You helpfully tapped his shoulder and extended an arm to point in front of him at your house and he swiftly parked his bike before helping you off with an outstretched hand. He carefully lifted the helmet that he normally used for himself gently off your head.

“How was that for your first ride?” He asked, shaking out his shoulders and breathing in the night air.

“Good!” You nodded enthusiastically and he chuckled, smoothing down the top of your hair.

A wide grin stretched on your face as you blinked at him. Your cheeks flushed with excitement and your eyes sparkled with newfound energy. He couldn’t help but admire the way it lit up your face in a pretty glow and his hand fell down your hair to twist the ends around his finger. The night was quiet but electricity sparked between the two of you as you stood there in front of your door.

“Do you wanna come in?” You asked the question he had been waiting for, your hands coming up to grip the front of his shirt.

“I- I shouldn’t. We only just met.”

“So? Isn't this why you chatted me up? Why you bought me a drink? Why you took me home?”

“You’re drunk, more than me. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Oh, you’re so honourable,” you said with a voice all saccharine. “It’s okay, I’m more sober than you think. I’m offering now, Shinichiro. Take it or leave it.”

His eyes locked onto yours and he nodded. Okay, was all he said before you were pulling him into your house and closing the door behind you.

In a quick motion, he had you pushed up against the door, pressing you back against it. His hands cupped your cheeks as your mouths met in a passionate kiss. Your lips were soft against his and time stopped as you moved together in a messy dance of give and take. Everything in his body honed in on the feeling of you, your mouth, your skin, and he deepened the kiss, desperate for more. Blood roared in his ears and his heart raced wildly, his body moving completely by instinct. A low moan slipped out of you when his tongue slid over yours and the sound landed straight between his legs where his dick was growing harder by the second.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

His voice was low and rough with arousal. You swallowed thickly, eyes half lidded as you blinked up at him. As if in a daze, you grabbed his hand and pulled him along as you hurried toward your open bedroom door.

Once there, he pushed you down on your bed so you were lying on your back and climbed over you, caging you between his forearms. He towered over you as he bared his weight into them on either side of your head and his legs trapped you underneath him so you had nowhere to go. Silky dark hair fell down over his eyes as he dipped his head to capture your mouth again in an eager kiss, his soft lips moving fervently against your own.

Your legs wrapped around his hips and you squeezed tight, lifting your hips as you brought his bulging crotch close toward you. The stiff fabric of his jeans brushed against your aching body, your thin underwear already damp with your arousal, and you mewled, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sparks of pleasure it gave you. He groaned into your mouth in return, his hips jerking into you, craving more friction.

His mouth travelled down your body, sucking the soft skin behind your ear, noting the way your body responded to his touch. Your back arched when he trailed down your neck, lapping at your skin and there was a sharp intake of breath as he nipped lightly with his teeth. The fact that you were still wearing clothes grated on his nerves and he tugged at the hem of your dress in annoyance.

“Off,” he grunted out through gritted teeth.

Your pupils dilated and your chest heaved as you did what he said. With shaking fingers, you reached behind you to unzip your dress and pulled it hastily down past your shoulders. You hadn’t bothered to wear a bra tonight and your upper body was now exposed to him in all its glory.

His breath caught in his throat as he stared down at you, watching the way your chest rose and fell with your breathing. A hand came down to cup a breast and he revelled in the way you moaned his name as he rolled a hard nipple with his fingers. Not one to waste any time, he swooped down to latch onto the other with his mouth, licking at the stiff bud with his tongue and sucking into your soft skin.

You moaned above him, keening as you lifted your hips up flush against his. Your hands gripped his shoulders, fingertips lightly clawing into his skin.

“Shin, please,” you breathed out. “I want you to touch me.”

His eyes snapped up to your face, dark with lust. He released your tits as he rose back up to capture your mouth in another kiss. His hips rolled into yours, deliberate this time, and you arched into him, desperate and needy.

“You want me to touch you, pretty girl?” His hips rocked again, grinding against your aching pussy. “I’m touching you already, aren’t I?”

You mewled under him, bucking into him to chase the sensation. Desire coursed through your veins as you blinked up at him through your haze. You were beginning to lose your grip on reality; everything in your body screamed at you with the need for more.

His eyes widened when he saw your hand slide down your legs in an attempt to try and relieve the throbbing between your thighs. In a swift motion, he was stilling your hand, gripping your wrist tight.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed.

“Please, Shin. I need more. I want to feel you inside me.”

His eyes narrowed, irises impossibly dark. He pushed back onto his knees, towering over you as he pulled your dress down your legs. Your arousal was on full display now, your damp underwear a clear show of your desire. A low chuckle rumbled from his throat and his fingers grazed the wet spot as he slid his hand over your crotch.

You moaned helplessly and lifted your hips up as he removed your underwear. Despite it all, a small cloud of self consciousness hung over you as you lay there vulnerable and bare in front of him. It was easy to ignore though, when you saw the way his eyes flashed with desire as he looked down at you. His mouth hung open as he zoned in on your pussy, dripping wet and ready for him and he licked his lips as if getting ready to eat the best meal of his life.

“If you wanted me this badly, you should have said so. I would be happy to help.”

His fingers slid against your folds, gathering the wetness as he began putting light pressure on your sensitive clit. You jerked underneath him, your thighs subconsciously moving to close together but he trapped them open, pushing them apart with his arms. Heat began to build in your core, blooming to extend throughout your limbs.

“You look so pretty like this, baby.” His fingers dipped down to your wet opening, catching at the entrance before sliding back up. “I bet you taste good. I need to know. Can I?”

You were so light headed, dizzy with arousal that all you could do was nod. It was all he needed before he was leaning down, sliding back on the bed until his face was hovering between your legs. His hot breath fanned over your cunt and it clenched around nothing, already so sensitive in anticipation. He licked a stripe up your slit, lapping up your wetness before directing his attention to your clit. His lips wrapped around the sensitive bud, sucking as his tongue skimmed over the bundle of nerves and his fingers came back to play with your folds. By the time he finally slid one inside you, you were paralysed with pleasure, your eyelids fluttering shut as you whimpered his name.

He sucked in a breath at the feeling of your warmth around him as you released a moan. He slowly began pumping his finger as he continued sucking at your clit, curling inside you to massage at the spongy walls. You squeezed around him in an effort to amplify the sensation and it sent blood rushing to the growing member between his legs. A wet spot was forming in his own underwear and he couldn’t help himself from grinding down into the mattress.

Electricity raced through your nerves as he added another finger and your thighs began to tremble as you neared your orgasm. You gripped your bed sheets tight as he expertly stroked you in a perfect rhythm while his tongue flicked at your clit.

"I'm gonna cum!" You gasped as you teetered at the edge and he moaned into your pussy in response, so far gone just from giving you what you needed. His heavy lidded eyes flicked up to meet yours and the heady look on his flushed face was the final thing you saw before you were careening off the edge, the waves hitting you all at once.

You cried out as you came around him, jerking and thrashing underneath his weight.

“That’s it,” he praised as you pulsed around his fingers. “That’s it, pretty girl.”

He stroked your thigh up and down as you shook underneath him, mesmerised by the sight of your pussy clenching. His dick strained hard against his pants and he moved back up to kneel on the bed, unzipping his pants quickly and pulling down his underwear for some relief. His cock sprang out, thick and heavy in his hand and he tugged at it, the angry tip leaking with precum. With the small remaining self preservation he had, he reached into his pocket before removing his pants to find the spare condom in his wallet for situations like these.

Even through your haze, your eyes widened at the sight. Your mouth salivated and heat began building in your core again as you watched, entranced by the way his hand slid over the tip, rolling the condom down over his length. You bit your lip as your pussy clenched in desire - you needed to feel every inch of him inside you.

He groaned as his heavy lidded eyes met yours. “You still want me inside you? You ready for this cock?”

You nodded fervently. “Please, Shin, I want it so bad.”

“Come, ride me then.”

He sat down on the bed, leaning back to rest against the pillows. You eagerly moved to straddle him, hovering over his hips and reached down to wrap your hand around his dick, grinning when you felt him in your grasp. Without a second to waste, you lined him up and slowly sank down, feeling him fill you up inch by inch.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” Shinichiro hissed when you finally sat down flush against his hips. Your walls squeezed so tight around him and it took him all of the self control he had not to flip you over and fuck into you himself.

His eyes rolled back in delight when you started moving, lifting your weight and sliding up and down his length. You leaned back with your hands finding purchase on his thighs and it made your back arch, your tits bouncing as you impaled yourself on his cock, finding the right angle where it hit you just where you needed it. He watched you move in awe, hands came up to pinch your nipples as you threw your head back, whining in pleasure.

“Fuck! Keep going, you feel so good. I've been wanting to do this for weeks. It's all I've been thinking about,” He moaned, unable to control himself. It was all he could do to just lie there and let you use him however you wanted. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing only on the sensation of your heat sucking him in as he fell deeper and deeper into the feeling of you. His head was so dizzy with lust - all he could think about was you, you, you.

You continued to bounce in his lap, relishing in the stretch of his cock. His tip slid through your walls, hitting every nerve, and it sent electricity radiating throughout your body, almost too much to bear. The sound of your skin slapping together and the bed rocking filled the room as you deliriously rolled your hips in an effort to chase your high.

Sensing that you were nearing your limit, he reached down with a hand to rub at your clit and your thighs trembled as you clenched even tighter around him, each stroke of him inside you bringing you closer and closer towards another orgasm. It only took you a few more seconds before you cried out, waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

Your movements stuttered as you pulsed around him, clenching to build a pressure so tight in his balls he felt like could burst. Wanting to chase his own release, he planted his feet and thrusted up into you, his arms wrapping around you as you fell limp against his chest. His grunts filled the room as his hips snapped up to meet yours, fucking into you relentlessly. You whimpered, continuing to shudder from satisfaction and overstimulation as he slammed into you harder and faster.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Shinichiro cried out, his brows furrowed, his teeth gritted together as he gave one final thrust, his hips driving in all the way. Curses fell from his lips as he spilled into the condom, cock twitching inside you while you milked him for every drop. Darkness fell over his vision as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he came so hard that he swore he blacked out.

A blanket of quiet settled over the room, the only sounds being your panting as the two of you lay there catching your breath. You slumped on top of his chest, sweaty skin sticking to his, and his heart beat wildly under your ear, matching the rhythm of your own. He gently smoothed down your hair, pulling it away from your face to tuck it behind your ear and you blinked at him with your lips lifted in a satisfied smile. He slowly lifted your hips with his hands and your eyes fluttered at the slide of his softening dick inside you and the emptiness left behind when he pulled out. He rolled off the condom, tying it before tossing it into your rubbish bin.

Flushed and spent, you settled into his side, testing the waters as you wriggled in closer towards him. His arm tightened around your shoulders and he pulled you in, closing the space between your bodies, letting you wrap your limbs around him. Heat radiated between you as you leaned your head against his chest again and listened to the slowly steadying of his heart.

“So, how was your first ride with me?” You teased with flushed cheeks and a dazed look.

Shinichiro chuckled softly and brushed away the hair on your forehead. His friends had always made fun of him for being so weak with women, always falling hard and fast, regardless of the possibility of rejection. They were right sometimes, he did have a tendency of jumping right into the deep end. But this time, he would be damned if he let you slip out of his grasp. No... now that he'd had his first taste, there was no way in hell he was going to let you go.

“If this is how good it was the first time, it better not be the last,” he replied simply, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You let out a satisfied hum in response. A small smile crept onto your face as you lightly trickled a finger down his chest. You hoped it wouldn’t be the last as well.

cuddling with a one night stand? that's crazy! but i know shin would. he's the type to move in after the second hookup. i said what i said!!

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Hello! I'm someone who really enjoys makeup, but has recently in the past few years begun to view makeup and the makeup industry more broadly as something that is really detrimental to women. You seem to be in somewhat of the same position, and I admire your thoughts, so I was curious how you reconcile those positions or if you feel the need to reconcile them at all? Please ignore this ask if it's intrusive or weird lol

You can't reconcile them. You really can't. The beauty industry exists to churn out propaganda, inventing flaws and offering us fixes for a price, before moving on to the new (usually opposite, so you don't already have the tools) trend.

I'm in my thirties, I've seen the beauty industry turn into a nightmarish hydra that I never could have imagined as a teenager. The speed with which people create and zero in on new physical nitpicks, the ubiquity of filters and plastic surgery, that skincare (literally unless you have a specific ailment, a soft cleanser and nothing else will do you just fine) has become a lunatic self-flagellation in the name of some kind of nebulous Purity, just the endless chasing and chasing and chasing of that new thing that new miracle bottle, whatever will finally make you less disgusting for living in a human body. It's rancid. But it’s always been like this. Just slower.

And it's important to be intellectually honest about all this. The reason we think we look better with our lips a certain color, or our skin being a certain texture is because beauty culture has spent hundreds of years and trillions of dollars rotting our brains. None of this is real. You know that you find the people you love the most attractive when they're comfortable and bare faced and being themselves. Contour would change literally nothing about your feelings in that moment.

I enjoy makeup. I like gold eyeliner and deep berry lipsticks and a stain of blush. Why? Because I also have brain rot, and think I look Better with it on. You can't dismantle the entire wretched apparatus on your own, but you can be clear with yourself about why you believe what you believe. As my wife pointed out when I talked to her about this ask, even saying "I just like to decorate my face" doesn't hold water. You don't know what you natively like to do with your face, when it comes to beauty. You've spent your whole life marinating in propaganda. It gets into everything.

Due to my Ancient Years, I am no longer expected to be Young And Hot, which means I don't put on makeup on to run errands, and I don't feel like a full face is necessary to see friends or get dinner on a weeknight. I've started trying to treat makeup like I'd treat a pair of high heels: sometimes it's nice to feel dressed up, and in some environments heels are part of the dress code. Sometimes you wear heels to show your partner that you put in extra effort for them, or to make sure someone knows you took an occasion seriously.

Tellingly, heels also exist to fix a "failure" in your appearance.

It's like finding smoking sexy. Smoking kills you, unambiguously. And yet....it's hard not to feel like you'd be cooler if you had a cigarette in your hand. No one is immune to the manipulations of propaganda. But it is propaganda, plain and simple, and we shouldn't twist ourselves in knots to defend the lies it tells us, or try to make them ~praxis~. Beauty culture is exactly the same.

#yikes scoob!#it's rotten all the way down #(speaking of heels nothing makes me roll my eyes more than watching a movie where A Woman In Heels Does The Thing Like The Men)#(like oo wow she managed to be useful without losing her desirability!! yas queen)#and I wear heels!#I own many lipsticks!#I am not better than you #but you HAVE to be honest #you can't pretend there's a tension between good makeup (for me!) and bad beauty culture (for Others)#it's all for others #and surprise others is capitalism and the politics of desirability #makeup games #(lol I made that tag back when I was pretending at the aforementioned tension)

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bigstupid69 · 8 months

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They're all here now!!

Mischa was the first one I did so if his sheet looks off and poorly formatted it's cause it is…

Headcanons below the cut

Mischa

☣ Now before I say anything "why are all the boys with each other" uhm cause I was indecisive on if I liked starrypoet, spacerap, or nischa better, I still ship mischalia honestly sometimes even more. So I just threw the rest of them into the polycule regardless

☣ He is a short king, short Mischa truthers rise he is literally only an inch taller than Ocean, she probably intimidates him more than the other way away around (Need more absolutely unhinged Ocean's who are one point away from screaming at someone, Trinity theater Ocean changed my life/j)

☣ He's practically Ezra's adoptive older brother at this point, bond over the Saw franchise and ICP. He's surprisingly good with kids, like he's a good guy he just looks intimidating and crusty, which I did on purpose. But he is literally the sweetest one in the choir, super physically affectionate, gives good hugs.

☣ Along with Penny he also constantly looks like he's been shoved down a flight of stairs, which he claims is because he's gotten into fights. It's not, he just fell down the stairs like her. He wants to think he's all tough and everything but it's like the complete opposite, he's a dork.

Ricky

☄ They are best friends with pretty much everyone except Ocean for obvious reasons. Constance and them make Kandi together. He's wearing two Kandi necklaces on his uniform, both of them loosely based on the Kandi singlets I made for the choir members. (which of course you have no context to unless you're the like 5 people I've shown them to.)

☄ They're breaking so many dress code rules and the school is just too tired to care. Dyes his hair regularly with Constance, also I know lots of people love the Savannah Potts hc, it's cute!! But I physically cannot draw masc presenting people without shitty facial hair. It's an addiction. I'm so sorry.

☄ Their art style definitely is similar to the late 2000s anime style every shitty windows movie maker slideshow presentation had. with a mix of warrior cats and sparkle dogs. I couldn't really present that in the like 4 inch amount of space I gave myself.

☄ Him and Constance have matching tamagotchis, Noel also used to have one but it died and he sobbed for hours and never wanted to touch it again out of sheer guilt of killing a virtual pet.

Constance

♡ I'm ngl I like pretty much every Constance ship except for blackrose and kept seeing sugarspace art and thought it was cute. So there you go sugarspace crumbs, I'll draw them probably at one point.

♡ She is literally the reason why the choir is like mentally and physically stable. Course that's very mentally draining and never said it's a good thing!! She's probably pushed into the group therapist role at points, I hate the "mom friend" headcanon at points, it's accurate, but at points it can be really toxic, coming from personal experiences.

♡ She definitely shops at hot topic with Ricky and collects a bunch of really cheap fandom merch. Usually bracelets and necklaces, also really into styling hair. She braids Penny and Ocean's hair sometimes, and as mentioned before dyes her hair with Ricky.

♡ I don't like blackrose at all but they've dated for like… a day. It was not a great time. (Literally just one of those absolutely pointless middle school relationships that you forget about like immediately after a breakup)

#ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc musical #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #constance blackwood #rtc art #I am in love with Constance I'm ngl #she's so pretty #Honestly like this grouping more than the first 3 #also that's supposed to be an AAC in Ricky's backpack #that probably wasn't clear but y'know #my art

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trans-cuchulainn · 10 months

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i shared something a few months ago about allergies and food disabilities and it recently started accumulating notes again and now it's at 5.7k, so obviously my activity page is just people trauma dumping about their awful experiences with allergies in the tags which is. Fun.

but what's really getting me is how i made a comment early on in the reblog chain about how many personal and professional activities revolve around food and how much it sucks to have to either put yourself at risk or miss out on those opportunities, because people often react badly either way if you cause them even the slightest inconvenience

and EVERYBODY who has responded to that comment. and I mean everybody. has focused on "personal" and made comments about how "if your friends don't respect your food disabilities, they're not your friends" and "you'll meet more supportive people in future" and all of that

and not one of them has paid any attention to the "professional" part of that. I'm talking about work Christmas dinners where if you don't go you're not a team player and will probably get passed over for future opportunities, but if you go, you'll get sick and HR will be mad about the extra time off. I'm talking about networking dinners and business lunches and meeting people at the buffet table at events, all of which are fraught if not impossible. I'm talking about travelling for conferences or other events and having to bring an entire extra bag with food because the venue can't cater for you (hand luggage only just ain't even an option at this point, so yay, extra costs if you're travelling further afield)

and also! smaller things like job interviews where you have to wear "smart" clothes (fitted waistbands and IBS? A Nightmare). dress codes in general. working in a building where the nearest toilets are on the opposite side. not being able to trust the work kettle/microwave because it might be contaminated but not having the facilities to bring/use your own. not being able to use communal tea/coffee/milk supplies for the same reason. all of those little everyday things

it isn't just about friends. it's about LIFE. i'm in an industry where events, lunches, etc are a common occurrence, and a nightmare for me. in academia, it feels like every other event involves a wine reception, which is shit when you don't drink and don't love being around people who are drinking a lot. in the office, i can't participate properly in any of the seasonal social gatherings, whether they're tea and biscuits or a Christmas meal

food disabilities have PROFESSIONAL impacts. because they are disabilities. it isn't just about having fun or hanging out with friends. it affects my career and my opportunities and it is INVISIBLE because people don't even know to recognise the ableism when they're doing it

i am tired of people ignoring that facet of it all

#food disabilities #allergies #coeliac disease #ableism #generalised autoimmune fuckery

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beloved-blaiddyd · 2 months

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Mutuals:

Shiro [@leftdestiny-posts] [any]

Estella [@estellxli] [she/her]

Phitre [@a-dose-of-phitre @a-dose-of-memphis @a-dose-of-crempog] [she/her]

Navina [@navxry, @throw-letter-away] [they/them]

Mei [@meimeimeirin, @zhongrin] [she/her]

Ven [@vennnnn-diagram, @naraven] [they/them]

Esther [@mixed-kester] [she/her]

Jessamine [@jessamine-rose] [she/her]

More to be added (?)

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd [S-Support]

One particular decision made by his professor and classmate had a significant impact on his life. To march to Enbarr instead of taking back Fhirdiad had made all the difference there was to be had. Though his clear epiphany required much more time, Byleth's cemented decision and Brynn's subsequent course of action deterred him from achieving his revenge-blinded goals. Not just his, but Claude's, Edelgard's, and even ex-archbishop Rhea's as well.

But what happened during the war is not the topic of conversation. To trace it all the way back, Dimitri and Brynn met prior to their enrollment in the Officer's Academy. Due to hair lengths and overall face structure, she mistook him for a girl, and he was assured she was a boy. Since Brynn was acknowledged as a noble by her mother's side, they encountered each other often on social events. She often led him isolated spots when the chatter got too loud. Brynn was his master escape artist.

But those interactions came to a halt so suddenly without explanation. The prince frequently wondered where the mysterious boy he shared plates was as time went on.

Years later, they reunite in Garreg Mach. With Brynn entering her first day wearing pants, Dimitri recognized "him" instantly. Brynn does not receive same grace and asked if he had mistook her for someone else. The confusion worsened when Seteth later holds a personal sermon on how the Academy's dress code works.

It was only through Felix that both Dimitri and Brynn got the clarity they required after the incident. He revealed that Brynn had stopped attending events when she had placed her tome studies above else.

From then on, most of their interactions were relatively... Chaotic. The two may not seem like it at first glance, but they are polar opposites. Dimitri was most certainly the type to follow strict plans while Brynn thrived in spontaneity. The headaches she had caused whenever she made up an entirely new but successful tactic on the field set him off balance. In his words: “Brynn does the job, yes, but can't she slow down a bit? This isn't a real war— they're just mock battles!”

Much like Felix, Brynn seemed awfully fond of dissecting his character in a more polite way. Knowing that the prince harbors strong emotions but fails to communicate them, each isolated moments would start with her deliberately setting up a conversation starter that would make him comfortable to voice out his thoughts. She opens with an oddly specific scenario and asks if he has ever been through a similar experience, despite knowing it is an issue he is struggling with. Still, Dimitri falls into this "trap" and enjoys her peculiar ways of bringing him out of his shell. It had become increasingly endearing after he secretly caught her reading a book on how to be a good friend.

At present, the two contact each other near daily. In his spare time, he visits Garreg Mach with the purpose of seeking Byleth's council and Brynn's entertaining discussions. As of late, the King often implies that he is in need of a wife and heir. Unfortunately, Brynn does not translate this the way he hopes she would. Dimitri is routinely faced with romantic advices and personality dossiers she selectively handpicks from all the people she had known. To this day, he had not read a single sheet in that pile. Not when he already had someone in mind.

“Visiting my office to collect more sheets that will inevitably pile up dust is no different from procrastination, Your Majesty. So Professor Ven and I are formulating a new course to develop your sense of attraction.”

“T-There's no need to go this far!”

Byleth Eisner [A-Support]

Their relationship is relatively simple to describe: great friends with passionate interests that they would silently mull over for. Byleth and Brynn are silent when together, but they understand each other completely— which is a great advantage in battle. This understanding is precisely what made Brynn the secondary tactician and Byleth's right hand man. She understands his subtle cues, and he shares the same change of plans when the situation calls for it.

Off field, nothing changed from when they were a professor and student. The two would still fish and chat over tea when able. Byleth is always pleased to send Brynn trinkets and clothes— especially the latter since he often sees her wear exactly what he had gifted. He sees her almost like his own "family". As a professor, when Brynn brought up she was interested in kite flying, the two spent the afternoon silently making one and letting it sour. As an archbishop, when Brynn brought up expanding the cafeteria menu to broaden its diversity, they spent weeks studying and surveying the staff and student's tastes.

“It's like those two shut other parts of their brain off whenever they're focused. It's kinda creepy how they work so well together. But it's even creepier when you hear them talk about their interests. The details they go on and on about when it comes to fishing and writing gets insane...”

“Phitre... The Archbishop and the chairperson are behind you.”

Felix Hugo Fraldarius [A-Support]

Best friends; greater rivals. Felix was seen as a prodigy for learning how to wield a sword before he could jot with a quill— while Brynn was known as a foolish and slow child. As both were born as the second and youngest children to two bright soon-to-be-rulers, comparisons were often made by parents and peers alike. Although their strengths are their counterpart's weakness, they practice sparring with both sword and magic twice a week. He was the only friend she frequently visited in her childhood. When Felix grew to be much colder than his childhood years, Brynn adjusted to match his demeanor.

And yet the two had always been close friends, especially in their adolescent years. Their philosophies on the social structure of Faerghus greatly aligned. Perhaps it was due to living near similar lives. Both prioritize personal freedom and loathe strict social conventions. There's no greater platonic confidant they trust more than each other. During the war, they were often paired to guard the other's backs. Their movements were almost always in sync— and even during conversations they cut through each other as though it was a rehearsed performance.

“I can't believe you just said that about His Highness— no, wait, I can.”

...

“You should've gone deeper and called him out on how he nearly got Ashe killed for being so engrossed with fighting off the traitors.”

“I've been thinking about that the entire time. Damn it. I should have.”

Annette Fantine Dominic-Fraldarius [A-Support]

Closer than ever, the competitive nature of their relationship had not decreased since they've been employed as professors in Garreg Mach. Though Annette is a part-timer due to her other arrangements, they make the learning environment livelier with their ongoing shenanigans. Not even the music professor was safe from their wildfires.

“Class who loses gets to weed the garden with their professor!”

“No way, Annie! You're on!!!”

The two often bicker playfully before one of their classes start. It's common to have the other intrude during a discussion to ask for chalk and other materials. During official school events, Annette would be the one to apply make-up on Brynn's face and pick her outfit while Brynn is the one to prepare their speeches. Most of Brynn's fashion choices are Annette's decisions while Annette's advices for students are Brynn's personal inputs. The trust they have for one another cannot be dismissed. They are more than work friends or a fellow soldier in the war— they're sisters.

Hubert Von Vestra [A-Support]

All they ever shared was bad blood for the other party, and yet they're as cordial as though they're decades old business partners. It seems as though Hubert knows something about Brynn that no one else had the privy to be aware of. Whatever it may be, this factor is what keeps their friendship afloat.

“Hello, Beloved.”

“Hello, prick. Here to get a copy signed?”

“I wish I could take that miraculous part of your psyche just so I can disassociate a disgraced tactician from a damn good author.”

“Yes, yes, you can retreat if you want to, coward, I hear you.”

Veritas Ratio [A-Support]

Surprisingly agreeable coworkers. While one is a mathematics and the other is a reasoning professor— they get along fairly well in matters of taste and methods. Even in their academy days, Veritas and Brynn had been each other's confidants despite belonging in respective rival houses. However, Veritas does not trust Brynn with numbers the same way she does not trust him to use dark and black magic wisely— even more so with faith magic. Rumor has it, Veritas's healing is the most excruciating kind in all of Fodlan...

Kakavasha/“Aventurine” [A-Support]

Coming from Sreng, Kakavasha once hated Brynn for her ancestry. Her mother's side had a deep history of pushing back potential immigrants. Though that has greatly changed overtime— especially when her mother and father were wed— Kakavasha had a disdain for Brynn since childhood. Thankfully, they've grown friendlier throughout the years. Some say Kakavasha once bet 10% of his annual savings to accumulate enough cash for Brynn's birthday. But... That's just not true.

“Please. It was MY chips he used. Without consent.”

#$ table of contents #$ support conversations

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munchmemes · 1 year

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new girl quotes but it's just nick ( part one )

❛ do you have any pets? ❜

❛ wait, did you just make up a theme song for yourself? ❜

❛ i don't think you know what motorboating is. ❜

❛ why are you friends with those guys? ❜

❛ you're not ready to let them go. i think you know deep down, once you get your stuff back, you know, it's over over. ❜

❛ oh, hey, you guys wanna see a grown man cry? no? then get out! ❜

❛ the fact is that i was a mean person and i'm sorry, okay? ❜

❛ oh, hey [NAME], i live in the photo booth now. ❜

❛ i just got off three back-to-back shifts. i just wanna sit here all weekend in silence, playing this game, then i wanna go in my room and do weird stuff on my computer. ❜

❛ this is the opposite of being alone. this is the opposite of what i wanted this weekend. ❜

❛ no, i don't dance. i'm from the town in Footloose. ❜

❛ i don't need you to ... i don't know, take care of me. just stop being so nice. ❜

❛ did you just call me 'bro'? ❜

❛ i'm saying stop trying to take care of everyone. ❜

❛ i don't wear old man clothes. you don't like the way i dress? ❜

❛ that's a great plan, [NAME]. be the one that replaces their dead nana. ❜

❛ i'm surprised you haven't made a game of it. ❜

❛ and with that statement, you never had sex again. ❜

❛ my nanny is dead! i'm not looking to make money off of her! ❜

❛ ugh, would you listen to yourself? ❜

❛ you know what sucks about getting older? your friends have known you for way too long. they've got too much on you. i want friends who still lie to me 'cause they don't want to hurt my feelings. ❜

❛ i don't need to seem any less cool than i already do. ❜

❛ please! this is my nightmare! ❜

❛ hey, [NAME], how you doing? i can't talk right now. i'm in a real weird situation. ❜

❛ last month i went to a party called 'Bros before Hos on the moon'. what does that even mean? the dress code was yacht flair. ❜

❛ before you, there was like nothing. i've got, like, no one on the horizon. in a hot way. ❜

❛ you're not my friend right now. you're my enemy, [NAME]. my enemy. ❜

❛ you don't have to say that. they're my friends, you can tease them. i tease them all the time. ❜

❛ somehow, [NAME], you've outdone yourself this time. ❜

❛ this is not gonna be attractive. ❜

❛ when i work out, which isn't often, i listen to Huey Lewis because it pumps me up. not ironically. ❜

❛ i don't believe dinosaurs existed. i've seen the science. i don't believe it. ❜

❛ i don't think you have stuff. you're just perfect. ❜

❛ what, are you like The Bourne Identity person? ❜

❛ i hate that i'm so turned on by your craziness but i'm ... i'm going with it. ❜

❛ i'm not good at being in a relationship. i'm good at being that person that you find yourself spending more and more time with until you meet the one. ❜

❛ no, no. i'm seeing other people too. i'm having sex all the time. i'm like a mailman. except instead of mail, it's hot sex that i deliver. ❜

❛ no, i'm pretty sure it's a 'leatherman' jacket. the leather sleeves the football guys wear? ❜

❛ no, i don't wash the towel, the towel washes me. who washes a towel? what am i gonna do? wash the shower next? wash a bar of soap? you gotta think here! i get out of the damn shower, i'm clean as a damn baby and i use the towel. ❜

❛ you guys don't wear each other's underpants? you're lying. we all wear each other's underwear. ❜

❛ he has a gun. he has a gun. stay down. do you still think he's a nice guy, [NAME]? ❜

❛ i can't believe that worked. you out-crazied a man with a gun. ❜

❛ a smile is a sign of weakness. ❜

❛ that's it. people stink. ❜

❛ i changed my mind. i'll be there. just watching you. ❜

❛ oh, i'm okay. somebody needs to stay sober to fight them later. ❜

❛ how have you lived this long on your own? ❜

❛ we're about to have a ménage a trois 'cause you won't admit you're wrong. ❜

❛ say that you're wrong and it's over. [NAME], you can't do this but i can. ❜

❛ first of all, you're gonna need a map of Arizona. and a container that you're comfortable getting urine in. ❜

❛ yeah, i'm gonna act like you didn't just say that, [NAME]. ❜

❛ you know what, [NAME]? i'm sorry, i'm just feeling very romantic and i have nowhere else to put it so happy Valentine's Day, good-looking. ❜

❛ well, i got my heart broken and then everything got weird. i started playing guitar in an alt-country-ska band. gambling a lot. there was a really weird week where i wore a long blonde wig an i made everybody call me Sandy Ferguson. then i drove to Mexico and i tried to enter a cockfight. yes, [NAME], as a person. ❜

❛ [NAME], i am so sorry. i just told them a story about when i got arrested in Mexico. ❜

❛ i wasn't gonna tell you until after you got knocked up and were stuck with me. ❜

#rp starters #rp meme #sentence starters #roleplay meme #ask meme #tag memes #new girl rp meme #can u tell i have a favourite.

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Bad Liar

Word Count: 2k Magnus Bishop & Wind Velez, Magnus Bishop/Marcus Sharpe A/N: Alright, here is another windverse fic, this time it's a milestone of Magnus's, where he talks to someone (Wind) about his past for the first time in over ten years. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of transphobia, homophobia, racism, foster care, loss of family, neglectful parents, graphic violence, mutilation, and custody battle

“It is ordered that the following allotment be made of The Chief Justice and the Associate Justices of this Court among the circuits, pursuant to Title 28, United States Code, Section 42, and that such allotment…”

CLICK!

“Mags!”

Magnus startled so violently he banged his knees against his desk.

“What the hell do you want, Velez?” Magnus demanded. “What are you even doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” Wind had the audacity to look shocked. “Mags, it’s one in the morning.”

“Is it one?” Magnus checked his watch and found that Wind was completely right. Well shit. He’d been asleep for hours. That was so much research time lost. He bit back a yawn. Those few hours would just have to make up for the three previous nights in which he hadn’t slept. “So it is. And what does it look like I'm doing, I'm working. Now will you go, please, and do whatever you came here to do?”

Wind crossed her arms and glared at him, slightly taller but only because Magnus was still sitting and looking like an exasperated mother in every inch. The look on their face was rare enough it actually made Magnus pause. It was then he noticed they weren’t dressed in the usual clothes he would wear around the office, instead wearing a rainbow long sleeve shirt under denim overalls.

“I came here looking for you,” Wind said. Great, something else Magnus would have to do to distract him from his work.

“What do you want?” Magnus sighed.

“What do I…” Wind blinked hard, momentarily shocked from his scolding nature, like she couldn’t believe Magnus didn’t want to stop what he was doing to complete whatever favor she wanted. “I’m here because you were supposed to meet up with Marcus at ten and he just now called me after panicking for the last three hours! I told him ‘don’t worry, there’s only so many places he could be, I’m sure everything is fine. I’ll even check the office for you even though I’m sure he wouldn’t be there this late’.”

“Alright, I’ll text him,” Magnus rolled his eyes. “If that’s all-”

“Magnus!” Wind slammed his hands on Magnus’s desk.

Oh shit. Wind never used his full name.

“His last girlfriend was murdered!” Wind told him and Magnus’s eyes widened. He didn’t know that. “He thought you were dead! He’s terrified!”

“Shit,” Magnus muttered. “I, I didn’t know.”

Wind took a deep breath and came around Magnus’s desk to sit on the edge of it.

“Mags what are you doing here at one in the morning?” Wind asked, much gentler now. “We’ve all burned the midnight oil now and then but you’ve been here every night when I’ve left and every morning when I got here for the last week.”

“Why do you care?” Magnus wondered. “What do you want from this?”

“What do I want?” Wind tilted their head in confusion.

“Yes what do you want,” Magnus repeated. “Marcus and I are…something, so his concern makes sense. You and I just live next door and work in the same office. So what do you want out of this?”

“Oh Mags…” Wind for a moment looked like she was about to cry which was the opposite of what Magnus wanted. “I’m just worried about you.”

“Well I’m just as capable of doing my job so if you please-”

Wind grabbed his shoulders and spun him in his chair to face them.

“I do not care,” Wind said, enunciating every word. “I don’t care about how well you can do your job or what you can do for me or any of that stuff. I care about you. I want you to be okay because of just regular human empathy and because you’re my friend.”

“I am not your friend,” Magnus spat, honestly with more venom than he’d meant to as he shoved himself back away from Wind. They seemed not just shocked but hurt, with pain flashing in their eyes to mingle with the tears from before. “I’m not your friend, I’m not Gigi’s friend, I’m not anybody’s friend. And honestly, seeing as how it’s distracting me from my work, I shouldn’t be anything to Marcus either. So just go!”

“...what happened to you?”

“What?”

Wind, despite the pain written all over their face and the tears in her eyes, just stood there and looked at him with this look in their eyes like they were slowly connecting the pieces of a particularly important but maddening puzzle.

“I knew you weren’t the nicest guy and you were crazy cynical but this, I,” Wind shook his head. “What happened to you to make you so…sad?”

“I’m not sad,” Magnus said, something he’d said to himself many times, but it sounded like a lie even to him. “I’m annoyed and I’m busy.”

“The only people as lonely as you, are either horrible people or sad people,” Wind retorted. “And no matter how mean you are, I've seen how hard you fight for people. You��re not a bad person. So why are you so sad?”

Magnus felt like he’d been kicked in the gut, and he knew what being kicked in the gut felt like. The scars on his ribs suddenly felt like they were burning and a familiar feeling of uncomfortability was squirming under his skin. He knew exactly why he didn’t have friends. He knew exactly why he worked so hard and so much. He’d accepted those things as parts of him a long time ago.

“I’ve been in the office so much this week because the case Martin gave me was about a newly eighteen year old suing their foster parents now that they’re out of the system,” Magnus answered quietly, like if the words were soft enough then maybe Wind wouldn’t hear them and Magnus could pretend he didn’t say anything at all. “The same system that put me and my sister through hell. I became a lawyer to protect people from the systems that put me in a hole so deep I almost couldn’t crawl out of it.”

Wind didn’t say anything, just perched back on the edge of Magnus’s desk, folded his hands, and waited, looking out the window instead of at Magnus. Somehow that made it easier to continue.

“My parents were murdered when I was four,” Magnus admitted, even quieter. “And their murdered got a plea deal. Only went to prison for three years on a technicality. But me and my sister went into foster care. No matter what we did, they still separated us when I was seven. I didn’t see her for six years. I bounced around from shitty home to shitty home until I ended up with a woman named Lily. She couldn’t care less about me, she was just in it for the check, but by that point I was old enough to take care of myself enough that I could make up for her neglect and keep from getting placed again.”

“I get the feeling you do this whole, not sleeping barely eating thing a lot,” Wind whispered. Magnus nodded. “No wonder you’re so good at hiding it. I had no idea.”

“She sued for custody of me the day after she turned 18,” Magnus said. “And even with our testimonies and the evidence she still had to fight tooth and nail to get it. Our lawyer, her boyfriend’s dad, was the only reason she won. Because the system doesn’t really care about who hurts who, who lives, or who dies, or who suffers.”

“Vivian was pretty much the only person or thing I could rely on,” Magnus braced himself for the part of the story that would actually answer Wind’s questions. “Except my friends. I met them in middle school and they were there for me through everything. The trial, Lily, how shitty the town treated me as a black bi woman, all of it. In junior year, when I came out as trans they made sure they were using the right name, the right pronouns, even standing up for me and correcting people. They started this new tradition where we'd all go camping in the woods once a month to get away from it all for a weekend. And those few months were the best of my life until I found out it was all an elaborate plan to get my guard down and lure me into the woods.”

“Oh no.”

“I was in the hospital for three weeks.”

“Holy shit,” Wind breathed. She was looking at him now but Magnus was staring firmly at his desk and could only see them from the corner of his eye. The tears were falling. Magnus couldn’t help noting that the tears hadn’t fallen when Magnus yelled at him, but did when she heard what Magnus had been through. “That’s, that’s awful. I can’t believe anyone would do that. I can’t believe anyone would so that to you! That’s awful! No wonder you don’t have any friends, that’s so cruel!”

Wind lifted their arms up and turned toward him only to pause and pull back as Magnus looked up in shock.

“Right, guess you’re probably not a hug guy,” Wind chuckled. “What your friends…no, I won’t call them your friends. They weren’t your friends. What those people did was completely terrible and you didn’t deserve that. But those people…if they could do that they weren’t really your friends.”

“Well it doesn’t matter now,” Magnus sighed. “Look, I’ll talk to Marcus and apologize and I’ll cut this off-”

“Wait like, break up with him?” Wind was shocked again.

“Assuming we’re even dating then sure, break up with him,” Magnus shrugged. “It’ll be better for him in the long run.”

“I mean, I-I guess if you don’t want to date him,” Wind replied. “But he really cares about you. It took a lot for him to ask you out that first time after what happened to his girlfriend, and I get the feeling it took a lot from you to say yes.”

“Well, it’s clearly doing more harm to him than good. This way I can just focus on my work, you can focus on your work, no one gets hurt-”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What about you getting hurt?” Wind asked. For a moment Magnus didn’t know how to reply. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“It’ll be better for me in the long run too,” Magnus finally managed to say. “It wouldn’t work out. Better to cut it off early.”

“Earlier, you actually felt bad about scaring him,” Wind remembered and this sad smile appeared on her face. “You care about him.”

“Why do you care so much about this?” Magnus sighed. “I don’t need your pity, Velez.”

“It’s not pity, it’s empathy. Because I am going to show you what having actual friends is like whether you like it or not.”

Wind stood up and put his hands on the armrests of Magnus’s chair effectively boxing him in.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen,” Wind told him, and Magnus raised an eyebrow. “You are going to put away these files, I am going to drive you home, you are going to change, I am going to call Marcus over, you are going to apologize, and I am going to order you both take out. Then you are both going to get in bed together and sleep while I call off for you tomorrow so you can catch up on sleep.”

“I am not-”

“I swear I will tie you down if I have to.”

“I’m not intimidated by you,” Magnus scoffed. “You can’t make me do anything.”

“Actually I can,” Wind replied. “Because if you don’t, I can very easily get you taken off this case.”

…shit. Magnus couldn’t get taken off this case. And from the glint in Wind’s eyes, he knew it.

“You conniving little weasel,” Magnus grumbled.

“Yay!” Wind stood up straight again to pump her fists in the air in celebration. They grabbed his hands and pulled him up. “Just you wait, I’m gonna be your friend if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Good luck with that, Wind.”

“My name! You’re warming up to me already.”

“Shut up.”

#playchoices #choices #into the windverse #magnus bishop #wind velez #laws of attraction #loa

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Omg now i'm dying to know what are suzuya's trigger textures, and his triggers in general too since I also hc him as autistic<3 also a guide on how to touch him right pleaaase???tyyy

Of course, friend! I'm always down to talk about autistic Suzuya!

Do be warned, in my personal opinion it's no worse than anything in the series, but if you're squeamish about unsanitary things, you might want to skip a couple of paragraphs pertaining to some unsanitary textures and stimming behaviors that I marked with a ** at the beginning of each one.

what are suzuya's trigger textures

He really doesn't like rough, scratchy textures. Tall grass or institutional carpet on bare skin, bristly animals, clothing tags, scratchy fabrics from wool to lace, suits. Anyone would learn to hide their distress at the horrible feeling of a lacy dress if the alternative was Big Madam's wrath, not worth dying over even if it's a close decision, but I think I have a little to back this up when it comes to his canon rebellion against coming to work in a proper suit.

I like to think of his canon dress code violations being a little bit of “stop telling me what to do” but also a whole lot of sensory issues with the material suits tend to be made of. If he could get away with wearing his pyjamas to work every day, he would, and I feel like he would have tried at some point. Unfortunately, what he does actually wear in canon was the best he could pull off and just be lectured by Amon as opposed to more serious disciplinary action even he can't ignore. Some of how he dresses is to have some control and fun with it in a conservative office environment when it comes to how people dress, like his patterned suspenders, but the actual fit and cuts of his outfits, ie too big for him and mostly shorter than they should be, is to minimize how much of it is touching him. His undershirts we see him wear once are probably something he wears all the time and pretty soft, another way to insulate him from that suit material texture.

Also, as an animal lover, this can prove a little problematic. My first thought is of the sheer disappointment of him petting a stray dog and ending up with like, bully breed bristles or something lodged in his shirt. Or going to a petting zoo or something with the squad and he's had a wonderful time nuzzling alpacas, sheep, rabbits, ducklings, and he's too excited to even think through it before he tries to do the same with something like a potbellied pig. Sad times. Very sad times. It's not fair that some animals can look fuzzy but actually feel like a cactus. He's safest sticking with fluffy spitzy dogs and cats haha.

**Messy textures are variable. He's not your (on Tumblr, at least) stereotypical squeamish autistic. Actually, I think he's the opposite and self-soothes by squishing and smearing gross things until Shinohara finally gets him a jar of play-dough or something to stop him from playing with dead stuff he finds on the schoolyard-- maybe being given art supplies to play with instead is what got him doing other art forms as an adult. Before it was stray animal entrails and stuff he found at the Academy, it was human organs, blood, etc. and Madam probably saw it as him learning to be a good scrapper, doing things like fingerpainting with blood or squishing a handful of organs in his hands.

**That being said, as much as he likes these textures in his hands, he has learned the hard way that most of them will make him sick if he were to put them in his mouth. Someone who didn't eat a lot of innards and similar scraps of meat over the years probably wouldn't even think to be so picky, but liver, brain, stuff like that? Good! Intestines, eyeballs, parts that are more slimy and slippery in the form they'd be thrown to him in... he would sooner go hungry, even living with Madam and not being given much else to eat. He might have liked to crush bugs as a cadet, but he probably tried and learned to draw the line at eating them. In the human world, though, he might like some of those things with the sliminess deep-fried out of them, perhaps.

Speaking of, food texture is also a type of texture, and in addition to slimy and slippery, he can't do stringy, fibrous stuff in food, especially if it is both slippery and stringy like some veggies. We know he likes sweets and snack foods, and I do think those are things he truly likes, but things like sweets are also a lot safer for someone who can be hypersensitive to the point of some mouth feels making him physically sick. Some may perceive this as childish, but to him it's just survival when the wrong bite can make him feel so awful. Some foods he just can't tolerate at all, but I can see Hanbee teaching him how to prepare fruits and vegetables in ways that don't trigger his sensory issues, as he would never be able to say “do this, do that” to Suzuya but would want him to get his vitamins and minerals. I could write a whole post about the adventurous, slightly strange eater that would be unlocked once he got a good introduction to preparing food in different ways that truly change the texture of the ingredients.

Not exactly a texture but still relating to his sense of touch, he really can't do light touch, as hyposensitive as he is to pain and deep pressure. To him, light touch is much, much more noxious than pain and he can really lash out against something brushing up against him. Often he grabs or strikes an offending hand or body part to get it away before his mind can even catch up to him, not hard, but how hard he does it doesn't always matter when people around him already perceive him as violent.

and his triggers in general too

As far as his other (sensory, which I hope is what you were wanting to know) triggers and hypersensitivities, he struggles with loud noises although his threshold for them is somewhat bigger than textures-- ie he can handle weapons clashing in battle, loud music when he's out somewhere fun, stuff with an end in sight that either can or does last short enough that it won't become too much before it's over. If it lasts too long, is too loud and piercing, he's having a sensitive day, or any combination of the above, though, it can very much push him to the meltdown point. Piercing, high-frequency sounds or too many sounds going on are also hard for him and will make him clap his hands over his ears SO FAST.

Same with bright lights. There's a threshold, he can handle them to some degree especially if there's a good (to him) reason for him to, but he's still hypersensitive to them. Fluorescent lights at the field office, for example, are another thing he's willing to get on his superiors' bad side for when he doesn't have an office and will just turn off half the lights in the bullpen (I would think they have one of those?) and when people just get annoyed and turn them back on, he would learn to mess with the breakers to where it's not easily undone and looks like an electrical problem. Amon would HATE the sight of him wearing sunglasses indoors and that would make him want to utilize this coping mechanism more. When he is a senior investigator and squad leader who does get a little office of his own, it's just barely light enough for him to read and do paperwork by.

Smells, though, I actually see him being hyposensitive to for the most part. I can see him going into a candle shop, bakery, buffet, anything with lots of options displayed in an easily accessible way and just wanting to pick up everything to sniff it, though he can't always do that because with food that is unsanitary and will get him kicked out. He also has a high tolerance that he hasn't actually found the limit to thus far for filthy crime scenes and rotting gore that even seasoned investigators have to go and vomit at the stench of.

As far as taste, though mouth feel is a different story, I see it also being a more hyposensitive sense for him. He loves to experiment with different flavors of things and is that person who seeks out foods that are really sour, really spicy, really minty, stuff like that that makes his whole face feel the taste of it. Again, would just pick things up and sample them as a stim if it wouldn't get him banned from places with delicious food, and I see him as one of those autistics to whom eating food is a stim. I can also see him liking the taste of alcoholic things for this reason, although on an unrelated note I don't see him as a drinker because he is an angry not-fun-to-be-around drunk; booze is best left as something to soak confections in or savor one single serving of, but he does like the burn.

also a guide on how to touch him right pleaaase???tyyy

As mentioned, he is a mixed bag of hyper and hyposensitivies, and deep pressure is something he seeks out just as hard has he avoids light touch. We see him do a lot of the classic signs of this kind of sensory seeking in canon, such as physically risky behaviors, indifference to pain, and constant movement. As far as sharing physical touch with another person, though, which he don't really see in canon, he has a need to be squeezed.

Starting with stuff that can be read as conventionally casual and platonic, I have mentioned he likes Akira and only Akira messing with his hair. That's for the same reason anyone else would run away screaming from having their hair done by her: the result might look amazing, unlike Touka's home hair attempts, but we know she's not the warmest character and can be just as insensitive as Suzuya in her own way as a person. As a hairstylist she really gets in there with combs and brushes and will pull to get a lock perfectly detangled or a braid tight enough to stay intact even while fighting for life and limb against an SS-rank ghoul, all while too absorbed in the task at hand to notice her victim is crying. Honestly, someone might see her updos around the office and convince themselves they can sit through it, but it's too much suffering, even for the most beautiful hair of their lives. For him, though, it's akin to a nice spa day, pleasant and relaxing. Horseplay and sparring also count as touch to him, and are pretty hard to go wrong with since that is always going to be heavy, hard bodily contact. Same with those hearty, macho claps on the shoulder I've mentioned before.

Going a little ways up the conventional ladder of intimacy, giving his hands or his shoulder a squeeze is nice and always advisable, especially when he's fidgety and stressed. Giving him a tight bear hug is the nicest, but you can't be scared to break him, or chances are you're not going to hug hard enough. He also loves to cuddle, but someone has to be laying a lot of body weight on the other. Once that is happening, though, it's even better than a weighted blanket or throwing someone to a mat. He could have a rib broken and still just be disappointed that it means he can't be physically crushed that hard again. Just like he relishes one of his cats or a stray animal laying in his lap, he likes to lean against people he knows won't shoo him away, and would also enjoy having his partner fall asleep against his shoulder or in his lap. Kisses are also fun and exciting for him, but he can't do the light pecks on the cheek and brushes of lips; gotta put some pressure and confidence into it, even if it doesn't get deeper in any other way.

Touching the rest of his body is where I see things getting emotionally fraught for him in addition to having the potential to be real overstimulating real fast. These are the areas of his body that are easily hidden by a nightshirt, a scrapper's costume, or a pretty dress without marring the beautiful doll he was supposed to be, so that's where only Madam ever touched him, and all she gave him were scars. This is where his control over the situation is just as important to him as the physical sensation being pleasant. I know my word choices sound sexual, but this doesn't even mean sex.

We know he is into underground body modification for example, but I see him being strictly DIY if he wants to feel the sensation of needles through his skin, which is the real reason he has his own stitches while not having any conventional piercings or tattoos; office rules wouldn't stop him lmao, he just can't do those himself with as much room for error. Sharing a shower or bath would be all fun and games, and he would like to wash someone's hair and body as a gesture of affection, and the hot water would be nice for him, but don't try to return the favor after he's had his fun. He would enjoy kissing someone all over in a merciless flurry, but honestly, the best way to approach something like that is to let him take what he wants and leave what he doesn't. He's direct enough that if he does want something different, he will get it. This is another small reason I think he pairs well with someone as shy to even try returning the favor as Mutsuki tbh

Hopefully it's not information you were hoping for, because I'm going to stop there as far as stages of intimacy that I googled for the purpose of this ask go. I have headcanons and things to say and would be totally cool answering more r-rated and up questions if one were to ask them directly. I just would rather disappoint someone who didn't ask for explicit content but would have liked reading it than blindside someone who didn't want to read it, you know?

#answers #anon #juuzou suzuya #whoa writing this really made me want to write more about suzuya and akira #their friendship is so good #you can't tell me they aren't each others closest non-family figure friends #also akira is autistic too just saying #pda cw

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flockofcrowsinatornadoofcreation · 1 year

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Zane headcanons!

• Zane secretly remembers his time as the Ice Emperor. He fights to keep up his cheery, innocent front, but he worries that he might slip. He fears that he could hurt someone if the Ice Emperor returned.

After thinking long and hard, Zane gave Pixal and Lloyd a copy of his shutdown code. He told them it was "just in case", with no further explanation given.

• When Zane gets too emotional, he can short-circuit. One time Jay scared him and he freaked out then dropped like a stone.

• Zane is secretly a fashion icon, but he still dresses like an old man half the time. He doesn't want to overshadow the iconic RGB Siblings.

Example of Icon Zane: "You don't need a rebreather." "Yes, I know, but I like how it completes my outfit😁"

"Zane, you're a nindroid. You have infrared sensors. You have night vision. Why are you wearing glasses?" "I enjoy the aesthetic."

• Pixane stuff!

They absolutely adore each other

When Zane got back from the Never Realm, it was hard for Pixal to let Zane out of her sight for a while

They love to go on dates, especially to cafés during rain/snow storms. They enjoy the aesthetic.

Since Zane gave Pixal half of his heart, they sort of feel what the other is feeling. This is usually limited to extremes, and doesn't usually cross realms. This link persists even after the two get new bodies after defeating the Overlord and getting scrapped.

• Zane and Pixal's completely different attitudes towards the fact that humans are squishier and more delicate than nindroids.

Zane is very much the health-and-wellness type, who is very conscienscious about cultivating an optimal environment for his human friends. Drafts out full meal plans, changes all the lightbulbs in the house because he read online that certain lighting arrangements can elicit certain moods in humans, and he's studied human medicine intensely enough that he could probably get a medical license if he wanted. Kai gets a sore throat, Zane immediately begins researching homemade cough syrup recipes. Cole's got knee pain, instant ice pack and bedrest. Jay is lactose-intolerant and Zane has a conniption if he so much as looks at dairy.

Pixal's reaction, meanwhile, is on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Constantly overestimates what humans can survive. "I could punch Nya through five inches of steel right? She can take it, she's tough." And "Jay, let's test out my new laser cannon by seeing how far across it'll blast you across the secret base." And "I'm sure no one will take issue if I get rid of all our oven mitts, surely humans aren't so weak they can't handle a hot sheet of metal." It doesn’t help that she usually poses most of her questions about human fragility to Lloyd of all people, who is a half-dragoni demigod chosen one of prophecy, so he doesn’t know either. "Lloyd, it is my turn to cook and I was wondering if four whole ghost peppers is spicy enough for humans." "Hm....maybe add a fifth pepper." "My thoughts exactly." The catch is, since they're all essentially superhuman, they're also more durable than the average human so all of Pixal's dangerous overestimations usually turn out just fine. Except that incident with the peppers. She is still banned from the kitchen after that.

• Zane gets Pixal to make him multiple different bodies for fun occasions (and also its good to have backups) like the ninja go to a fancy gala or something and Zanes like "oh let me get my luxury skin" and he looks exactly the same as normal except now he's rose gold

#ninjago #flockofcrows #zane #pixane ninjago #pixal #flockofcrows ninjago headcanons #lets see how many of you yell about stealing headcanons word for word :')

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mosraev · 9 months

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Lyrics through the decade 2/10

I've decided to collect all the songs I've made through the last decade and share my favourite snippets with you guys. The pictures for the backgrounds will (as much as possible) be pictures I've taken the same year as the lyrics were written. The full lyrics may or may not be made official someday.

Part 2; 2014

In March 2014 I made my first song and so with the new found interest in songwriting I started experimenting a lot with different themes and moods of songwriting that I've tried to show here.

More info under the line

Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚

Song 1 (pic 1); Ray of Sunshine

First song I ever wrote with a very simple form of three verses in a row. I had tried to learn an ATL song on guitar yet in my failed attempt to learn the rhytmn I made a melody instead (very hard to sing but fun for what it is)

Featured lyric: Clouds outside are starting to gather

[and] my mind in as terrible weather.

Song 2 (pic 2); Female Dress Code

The second song I ever wrote and the first with a chorus - way more singable than RoS. I call it my 'Not Like Other Girls' song since I through the song describe this one girl I say is the opposite of me and how I don't understand women fashion.

Featured lyric: the best thing you can wear is a smile,

but has been hidden away for a while.

Song 3 (pic3); Instant Camera

A song about longing for a relationship (not autobiografical if I remember correctly). This song is special to me not in its themes but that I played it for the talent show at my high school and won first prize. I spend the money to buy a new guitar.

Featured lyric: As May turned to December,

We took photographs with your old instant camera

((Extended)) are you gonna burn them like orange autumn leaves?

Song 4 (pic4); Aubade

First song written on piano (and I made it a spanish intro because I could). As song about supporting a friend in need. Has some really cute lines in retrospect.

Featured lyric: Mirrorside lies! It reflects what eye sees not heart be.

Your flaws make you unique, and you're beautiful to me.

Song 5 (pic5); Train

An angst song. Written together with a friend that accidentally also came out as trans years later. It is a very angry song full of self dread and hate. Very teenager.

Featured lyric: I'll go down in history as another nobody

starring out in nowhere wasting time.

Song 6 (pic6); Corner

First song that I remember where I didn't make up a character to tell the story from but instead used my own experiences. Although some parts of it is half inspired by Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Feautured lyric: Observer. I'm lost in a world were I don't exist

((Extended)) no wonder why my voice's dismissed.

Song 7 (pic7); Stranger 7-10-8-1

Probably one of my strangest titles (pun intended) this song is about seeing the beauty in people around you and that we cannot know everybody's story. Also it is a cute little love song to all the strangers you might meet on your way.

Featured lyric: I have to say, you look good today.

We haven't met, but anyways

everybody's beautiful in their own way.

Song 8 (pic8); Not All Heroes Wear Capes Mine Plays Guitar

Can you tell that I liked Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco from the sheer length of this title x'D? This was a song made and dedicated to one of my then favourite musician, Jack Barakat from All Time Low which is funny when I read it now since a few bits of the lyrics can be used to describe one of my favourite musicians today (Jere Pöyhönen aka Käärijä)

Featured lyric: He's a ticking time bomb filled with bad jokes and contagious joy

Honorable mention:

Flower bud, he trives on the stage tonight.

#lyrics #2014 #ray of sunshine #female dress code #corner #aubade #instant camera #train #stranger 7-10-8-1 #not all heroes wear capes mine plays guitar #mosraev #mosræv

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 9 months

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Damn Kids

Also posted to Ao3 A year ago, but never posted here! Robinwest Smut WC: 2,951 "And if we survive today and I catch you and your underage friends trying to break in and party, I'll whoop your ass."

I was just like, but what if one of them did break in and throw a party at the dam? So this is that.

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He jerked awake, panicked, the sharp trill of an alarm pulling him out of sleep. It was the alarm for the dam synched to his comm, someone had accessed it without inputting the all clear code. Disoriented, he swiped at the device from his side table turning it off, trying not to disturb the still sleeping chicken in the crate next to his bed. He rubbed at his sleep bleared eyes before checking the clock, it was midnight.

Fuuuuuu.

That wasn’t right. That meant it wasn’t a worker, it wasn’t repairs, that was someone (or something) who should not be there. And while he was above board now, no longer doing the smuggling thing, he still had reserves that could be handy needing protection (and because he had supposedly disclosed all his remaining stash to the panel deciding whether or not he could stay on Alpha Centauri). He would have to go see who, or what, it was. Unfortunately, he would have to do it alone…couldn’t really wake up Maureen and John for this. Plus, he’d been kind of distancing himself from the family lately and a late night call for backup was the opposite of what he was trying for. But that was another problem for another day.

He scrubbed his face one more time, rough hands rolling stubbled skin up and down, the warm friction stimulating blood flow and pushing him ever more mentally awake. He swung his legs free from the sheets thinking out a plan. He would need to wear something commanding if he wanted to scare off whoever was over there, he needed to look like he had the authority to do something nasty should they not immediately comply or scurry at being caught, but basic enough to sneak in and move the load should need be. Of course, first, he’d scope it out, Don West wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t going to jump into a situation where he could be outnumbered or overpowered.

Flipping through his small closet of things he found a nice pair of pants and a sturdy leather jacket, a gift from John and Maureen this past Christmas. He always thought it looked too expensive for everyday, so he only wore it for special occasions… there hadn’t really been many of those lately. He loved the jacket, he love the people, but it felt a bit like playing dress up.

What did he need? What did he need?

Boots were on, Debbie’s lucky feather was tucked in his pocket, he had a wrench, he looked tough and authoritative... night-vision binoculars. That would be helpful. Convenient that mechanic’s kits for space had things for working in the pitch dark. Nice, Maureen. Don made sure the binoculars were in his bag before simply taking the whole duffle with him. You never know what might be of use when you don’t really know what you’re walking into.

He mumbled to himself as he drove, I hope to god this is just some malfunction. Or some stupid kids. Better than the alternative…rogue robots. He shudders at the thought. He didn’t worry too much about it being another criminal, someone who could make trouble and be dangerous. There weren’t any of those really on Alpha Centauri, not with the vetting process to get here.

Don decided on using the paved road to the dam rather than the park-and-walk-miles rout he’d used with the girls and Vijay the day they’d gone to war with the robots, but made sure to park in a space off road. There were chariots lining the drive, out in the open and obvious, at least 15 of them. This told him there were lots of people here, and lots of stupid people at that. Who was smart enough to break into a secure dam, but dumb enough to leave such obvious signs of being present?

People who thought they wouldn’t get caught all the way out here...This was weird. This. He knew what this was. And he was pretty sure he knew who this was. He left the kit, he wouldn’t be needing anything from it. He could hear the quiet melody of music thumping as he got closer, could see light pouring out as he crept through the underbrush approaching stealthily.

Penny, you are in so much shit.

As he came closer, the sound of music growing louder, he could hear the chatter of people. He snuck in through the side access and down a short hall, observing from behind a large stack of wooden crates left over from rebuilding the turbine. A group of about 30 youngish colonists were gathered. He watched the crowd of people dancing, drinking, and carrying on in the murky darkness. Makeshift lights from groups of lanterns were stacked on every available surface casting strange shadows all around. They were without a doubt students, young, but not high school young. He hadn’t been around the Robinson’s home in a while, personal feelings needing sorted, emotions becoming too difficult to keep in check, just avoiding like he used to do, but he was sure Maureen would have said something at work if Penny or Will were hanging out with an older crowd...He looked around for anyone he recognized, glowing copper hair, Vijay,…Will? No robots...

And then, there she was. The back of a head he’d know anywhere. He stayed crouched down, waiting for her to turn around, hoping, praying he was wrong. That he wouldn’t have to do this with her, disrupt this, ruin a night she without a doubt deserved. He fought internally over wether or not he should break it up, but no, he couldn’t risk it, he had to. And he found himself asking why. Why would she do this? Why would she abuse his trust, go against what he’d asked? If it was Penny he’d understand, it would make sense, and there would be plenty more in the future he was sure.

But the problem was that wasn’t Penny. That was Judy. Responsible, dependable, older-than-she-was Judy Robinson. In a glittering red dress wrapped so tight around her he could see every precious curve. And some guy. Some tall, strong-jawed, handsome moron with his hands all over her. And Judy who didn’t dance moving like that against him...

He ducked his head looking away, heat flaring from neck to face. She was like a little sister to him- no, that wasn’t right. If that’s what she was he was going to hell or jail for…anyway. She was someone he wanted to protect at any rate, didn’t want to see her get hurt, or taken advantage of, which this guy was clearly set on doing judging by the way he…Don knew guys, knew himself, and knew what that one was working very quickly towards.

He watched as the younger man’s face came to her ear, Judy laughing, and then moved to her neck and down across her collar, all the while hands drifting lower on her body squeezing. His hands gripped hard into the wood box he was behind, splinters biting into flesh. Judy’s head tipping back, eyes closed, his hand slipping her skirt up in the middle of all these people and god he wanted to kill this kid. You’re really letting him do that?

He thought back to when he’d been in that place. Back when they were all stranded a lifetime ago, before she took on charge of all the 24th colony children, before they’d almost lost John, before they’d lost and miraculously regained Will…before they really knew what the hell was going on and before it was all resolved. When they'd felt a little like The Swiss Family Robinsons, stranded in an unfamiliar land with only their ingenuity and ship parts to survive. Back when he knew they’d get out of anything, but felt a little like they never would…and so he might have taken advantage of someone who felt the same, was having the same resignations.

It wasn’t like that

Someone younger, less experienced…someone who wouldn’t stop running past his bunk at night. Things changed though. They all grew closer, in a different way and he had to let go of the guilt or let it eat him. And so when they’d gotten settled here, everyone finding their place, he decided the best thing to do would be to slowly break away…just. Drift off. It hurt seeing her, being reminded of what he wanted but couldn't have, now that they were settled. He needed to move on.

Her here with that guy, that was natural, that was right. That was what he was creating the space for, wasn’t it? For her to be with someone like that, someone more appropriate for her. So why did he want to march over there and punch this guys lights out for dancing with Judy when he'd never been the brawling kind to begin with?

You know why.

It didn’t matter. He needed to get all these people out of here and make sure they’d never come back. Wouldn’t see this as a good place to party. He needed his stash protected and he needed a quiet place for it. If the council found out people were partying on their property they’d definitely be looking into how and why and he wanted no part of being connected with that. And he definitely couldn’t have Judy getting caught.

Time to break up the fun.

Don walked back out through the access tunnel and side entrance, heading for the main doors, still open. Stupid fucking kids. He was never this dumb. They were lucky it was just him that caught them. He drew himself up, standing as straight and tall as he could, put on his meanest face, then finding the light panel, switched on all the lights. His booming voice called out over the startled crowed “THIS IS COUNCIL PROPERTY, UNLESS YOU ALL WOULD LIKE TO BE ARRESTED AND HAVE THIS MARK YOUR RECORD, I SUGGEST YOU PACK UP AND LEAVE!” The shocked group stared on blinking in the bright light, not sure what to do, freeze taking the reins in their fight or flight sequence. Through the crowd, Judy’s eye caught his holding her gaze firm and he was sure that he'd seen her smirk.

“NOW! MOVE IT!” He clapped loudly walking into the group, the clap and additional directives seemed to trigger their flight mode, music shutting off, students quickly filing out, hands grabbing lanterns as they did. All but one who stayed where she was, arms to her side watching him. Waiting for him.

Everyone else fleeing, he dropped the persona taking off the stiff jacket, shoulders relaxing, and approached her, hands stuffed in pockets. Standing in front of her, he took in the glassy eyes of someone a few drinks in. “Princess.” he tipped his head forward, “There a reason you let your date leave you?”

Her hand came up to his face, fingers brushing behind his ear, ignoring the question, “Mmm, no aftershave tonight…Just.You. I like it.”

He gently grasped her wrist, “Stop. Judy, just go." pulling her hand away he turned to walk out.

She didn’t move with him though, arm tugging slightly as he walked on anticipating her following him. "Are you mad? Why?! We didn’t break into your stash, I didn’t even tell them about it."

Don turned back to face her, but kept moving backward, they really did need to leave incase someone else came to investigate. "Why choose the dam? Judy, this was so irresponsible."

She advanced on him, anger rising at what she took as a dig. He knew how she felt about being “the responsible one” the pressure it put on her. "Says the man who still has contraband squirreled away around the planet! They asked if anyone knew of a place out of the way where we could have privacy, I did!"

"Half the planet is undeveloped, you could have gone anywhere!” Both yelling now into the echoing room.

It was at that point a voice broke in from behind them “Uh, Jude? Do you need help?” the man pointedly stared to where the two were still connected, wrist in hand. ”We should probably go-"

They rounded on the intrusion, Don shoving his hands back in his pocket as he barked out a laugh. Judy glared at him before turning back to the man who had come back for her.

“I’m fine, you can go.”

He took a step toward her, uncertainty on his face “I really-“

“Kenneth, this is between me and him. Leave.” She pointed between herself and Don before pointing to the exit. The man frowned, but exited without further protest.

Don leaned back, bitter smile and amusement in his voice "Oh! He calls you Jude!”

“Shut up.” she scoffed.

"And so obedient!” he mused backing away.

"Shut up!” she chased after him.

He continued on his path, pied piper leading her out. “So, what? None of the dozen fields you passed to get here would work?"

"You don’t get it.” she was following, not done with this, not done with him.

“Princess, I don’t really care. You broke my trust.” With both of them outside, he turned out the lights and punched in the lock code.

“That’s laughable, YOU are using a public dam as a WINE CELLAR! You have no right treating me this way!” The anger bubbled up, hands sweeping widely, exploding.

"What way?"

"Like a child!"

"Act like a child, get treated like a child. Partying in a dam? Child.”

“So is this where you whoop my ass then, Don?” Her arms were crossed defiantly, standing near the last vehicle around.

“Judy, just get in the chariot.”

“No." She knew she was being petulant, that she should be able to have this conversation with the words she meant, but alcohol coursing through her veins and emotions running high and a plan working had her all mixed up. She needed him. She'd thought he needed her, instead he'd abandoned them like John...trying to slowly pull away. She wasn't having it. She wouldn't let him.

Don came closer, voice firm, "Judy Robinson get in the damn chariot.” He couldn’t believe she was being such a brat. After all this. After waking him up and making him drag his ass down here. But he couldn’t leave her alone all the way out here.

"Or what?" face coming closer, heat filling her eyes. “You gonna bend me over, Don? Spank me?”

He let the image rush through his mind, shutting his eyes and breathing in. He opened them, tight smile pursing his lips. “Why here?”

“One thing guarantied to make you come running. And look at that, I was right.” Her voice was soft, sad, tone matching his own.

Her hands came up again to touch him, Don catching them and pinning them at her shoulders against the cool metal of the vehicle. "Don't-" There was a beat, and then she surged forward, lips colliding with his, grip tightening on wrists, Judy relaxing against the vehicle once she was sure he’d follow, Don tumbling after her.

He moved, body weighing her own, the pleasant crush of him against her and this time it was his hands traveling the curves of her body, her waist, her hips, mouth covering neck and collar, nipping away earlier explorers, smothering the feel and leaving only him behind. Hating himself for thinking of her as his, touching her, claiming her, and not wanting another person's hands on her ever. Fire burned in him needing her, thinking of brilliant Judy Robinson setting a trap to see him and all that implied.

Don moved lower, mouthing at her chest, her breasts, teeth grazing over nipples under fabric, Judy moaning, head rolling back and fingers threading through hair. Don dropping to his knees, kissing frantic trails down her stomach, hands gliding up legs and under skirt, fingers hooking around lace before glancing up in question. She looked down, gaze meeting his, and gave the smallest of nods, Don stripping her of her underwear and tucking them in a pocket.

He guided a smooth leg over his shoulder, skirt hitching up exposing her to the night, hand pressing firmly against stomach holding her in place as he ate her out against the chariot. Judy writhing above him, small gasps and thunks against metal and glass, fingers tightening through curls and an airy “Don” providing further motivation. Justification. Hand moving and seizing bucking hips, fingers stroking harshly as his tongue lashed, mouth sucking against her. Judy building, clenching, hands gripping harder, holding him closer, almost there- almost- abs flexing and walls spasming, air rushing out of her in a yell and Don continuing. Fingers slipping in, thrusting, crooking and spreading her newly tightened entrance, Judy panting and begging mindlessly above him trying to sinking lower into him. He stood, hand never ceasing, bringing his body to pin her, pushing against her and in her, mouth meeting hers swallowing the sound as she came again quaking against him. Slowly he stopped, arms propping him against the window on either side of her, letting the scarlet dress fall between them. His breath fogging the window behind her as they roughly regained control.

“…So, Kenneth…” he asked once breathing had steadied, voice low. She turned her head to the side placing a soft kiss to his jaw. “Doesn’t mean anything this does.” She brought adrenaline shaken arms to wrap around his waist, holding him loosely, head falling to his shoulder. “I don’t want anyone but you... Don't leave." He nodded, kissing the top of her head. "Let's get you home."

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Breaking Girl Code

Summary: Girl Code Rule #1: Don’t fall for your best friend’s sibling. Too bad Brittany has already broken it.

Rachel and Santana are sisters but they couldn’t be more opposite in personality. Much to the preppy good girl’s confusion, Rachel’s cheerleader best friend Brittany has a huge crush on the brunette’s badass older sister and will stop at nothing to get her attention.

Pairing: Santana Lopez/Brittany Pierce

Genre: Alternative Universe, Romantic Comedy

Rating: M

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Part I

Rachel, Brittany and Finn were a trio of the most unlikely best friends. At least that was how it seemed to the rest of the McKinley High student population.

Rachel was a complete nerd who always scored at the top of all of her classes but was an outcast when it came to her social life while Brittany was a popular, charming dumb blonde cheerleader with her head perpetually stuck in the clouds who was rumoured to be the sluttiest girl in the school. Meanwhile, Finn was the star quarterback but an innocent boy who had never had a girlfriend before and seemed more interested in food than anything else, despite the many cheerleaders who were throwing themselves at him.

No one understood what the three saw in each other but they had been fast friends ever since the start of senior year when Brittany heard a recording of Rachel’s song “My Headband” on YouTube and begged the bewildered brunette to teach her how to sing it then had introduced her close childhood friend Finn to the short girl. The rest was history.

Finn and Brittany were like two very pale, Viking giants compared to the tiny, olive-skinned brunette girl who was walking between them as the three high school seniors made their way out of class when school ended that day.

“Can we go over to your house again, Rachel?” Brittany pleaded with her as she skipped along happily beside the short girl, wearing a tight skirt that was several inches too short according to the school’s dress code. “I really need help with the chemistry homework again because last time Mrs. Hagberg didn’t believe me when I said I was up all night because Lord Tubbington was fighting a rival cat gang.”

“Sure, fine but I know the real reason why you want to come over.” Rachel pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, while slow-witted Finn strolled along beside them with his typical clueless expression as if he didn’t quite register what was happening - but that was normal for Finn. The gigantic boy just blinked slowly at Rachel but didn’t argue when she grabbed the sleeve of his flannel shirt and pulled him along with them.

“Whatever. Your sister’s really hot so you can’t blame me.” Brittany just shrugged, unfazed by Rachel’s disapproval.

It had all started a few weeks ago when Rachel invited Brittany and Finn over to her house to hang out after school as she had been doing for a while.

The Schuester house was more like a small mansion and the blonde teen girl was in awe as always as Finn pulled into the driveway. She knew the tiny brunette was rich but she hadn’t expected all this. Rachel had explained to Finn and Brittany that when she had been adopted by Will and Emma Schuester as a thirteen year-old, she chose to keep her original first and last name, which was why she had a different surname to her parents.

Rachel was excited to have friends, as she confessed to the two athletic teens that people had never really wanted to get close to her before so they were the first people who had ever accepted her invitation to go over to her house.

The small girl led her two best and only friends over to the kitchen table, pulling out an array of Finn’s favourites: pizza pockets, chips, string cheese and other snacks to share with the two. Finn was instantly delighted at the sight of food and began to chow down without a second thought as Rachel sighed at him stuffing his face.

Brittany was more interested in something else or rather someone else who had suddenly appeared.

“Fuck, Rachel, you seriously couldn’t warn me before you brought your dumb little friends over? I just got back from the gym!”

That was when Brittany first saw her. Her sexy angel - well, maybe demon would be more accurate.

The door to the garage slammed open and a gorgeous, raven-haired Latina swaggered in, wearing nothing but tiny black boyshorts that left barely anything to the imagination and a black sports bra with a towel thrown carelessly over her shoulders. She strutted arrogantly through the kitchen, cursing under her breath.

Her brown skin was shiny with sweat and her body was impressive. Brittany’s eyes were glued on her muscular ass, sculpted abs and the toned arms that were on full display. Her arms looked like they were strong and lightly muscular.

She had full, pouty lips, chiselled high cheekbones and the darkest, most haunting eyes the blonde had ever seen, that flashed dangerously as she turned toward Rachel and the other two, her plump, sexy lips twisting into a scowl.

Brittany’s lips parted and she couldn’t take her eyes away from the stranger. Her heart raced like it never had for anyone before.

The woman swept her long, straight, glossy black hair out of her face and crossed her leanly muscular arms over her chest as she glared in Rachel’s direction.

Though she was small, maybe even a few inches shorter than Brittany herself, her body was perfectly toned and she had a powerful, commanding presence.

“Sorry, Santana,” Rachel mumbled but just rolled her eyes, bristling at Santana’s tone. “Just leave us alone. We’re doing homework. And for goodness sake, put on some clothes!”

Even her name is pretty and sexy… Brittany thought. Finn hadn’t even looked up once, finishing his fifth pizza pocket and downing a glass of milk with his potato chips in the space of a few seconds.

“Hmph. Whatever.” Santana responded, tossing back her silky hair again flippantly.

“Hi…” Brittany husked in her most seductive, breathy tone possible with a little wave, and instinctively leaned forward to display as much cleavage as she could as she stared at Santana brazenly, with the flirty, fox eyes look she had perfected.

She dropped the pen she was holding, pretending it was accidental, bent over slowly to pick it up and then snapped back up quickly, just like Elle Woods had taught her. Legally Blonde was the one film she had memorized by heart and it came in handy at times like these.

It was the same technique Brittany had used to entice the entire football team into getting it on with her and it had always worked like a charm, so she figured it was worth a shot with Santana as well.

The blonde hadn’t been able to resist flirting with the stunning woman, who was probably somewhere in her early twenties if she had to guess her age. She had always had a thing for older men and women.

Judging by the reaction Santana had, Brittany could consider her technique to be a resounding success. Santana finally noticed the blonde and did a double take, seemingly speechless and bewildered. Brittany giggled as the black-haired girl momentarily forgot her tough girl act and walked straight into the nearest wall after seeing the tall blonde then nearly fell over on her own wobbly feet.

Once she had managed to right herself, she became flustered, embarrassed by her own dorky response, then she turned around fast and took off at full speed, slamming another door upstairs rudely.

“What a scoundrel, she is. Sorry guys, that was just my jerk big sister. She’s the worst!” Rachel told them apologetically once Santana had left.

Oh… Brittany thought, Rachel never mentioned having a sister before.

The short brunette noticed that Brittany still had a dreamy expression on her face and she thought that was weird.

“Brittany! Are you even listening?”

“Your sister’s really sexy. I’m going to marry her.” That was all Brittany got out in response, in a dazed voice.

Rachel made a sound of disgust and turned to Brittany with a grimace, as if she couldn’t think of anything more appalling.

“Ew you like Santana ? Why?”

“And you don’t think it’s the least bit inappropriate for you to have fantasies about a college student?”

Rachel frowned at the blonde as she flipped through her math textbook while Brittany lay on her back lazily on the brunette’s bed, staring up at the ceiling in a lovesick daze. Rachel’s parents, Will and Emma, were away on a business trip as they usually were, so the massive house was empty and Brittany had the feeling that Rachel was glad for the company. Rachel kept her voice low just in case anyone other than Finn, who was perched on the edge of the bed silently heard them.

“Far less one who happens to be my older sister who’s a complete beast ?! Goodness, this is so weird!”

“I like beasts. She’s just really hot and I want her.” Brittany said simply, undeterred. She didn’t understand why Rachel was being so dramatic about this. There was nothing more to it.

“No offence, Brittany, but I swear, you only ever think with your…” Rachel coughed and blushed when she remembered that an actual boy was right next to them and Rachel never liked saying inappropriate things. “Lady parts.”

Brittany just giggled, not paying much attention to Rachel and her dramatics. She went back to musing about Santana’s long, dark lashes, gorgeous, flawless caramel skin and those perfectly chiseled abs.

She’d make Santana Lopez hers, no matter what it took, even if the woman herself didn’t know that yet.

“Do you have any more of those pizza pockets?” Finn suddenly spoke up, cutting through the awkward silence. “I’m kinda hungry.”

Rachel sighed and threw down her pen violently in frustration. “Again, Finn? You just ate a full meal! Does anyone here even care about getting this assignment done except me?”

“Probably not,” Brittany replied honestly, twirling a ringlet of her hair that she had curled before coming over to Rachel’s house just to make sure she looked really cute in case Santana was there to see her around her pen. “Can I pay you to do mine?”

“Of course not! For goodness sake, Brittany Susan Pierce!” Rachel sighed in exasperation, throwing up her hands. “What would your mother think?”

“Um Rachel, I’m just gonna go get some snacks from your kitchen if that’s okay…” Finn looked up at the brunette girl sheepishly, holding his stomach as it growled loudly with a guilty look on his face.

“I like snacks. Especially Dots,” Brittany remarked absently. “Do you have Dots?”

“Okay, fine, we’ll take a break since apparently none of us can concentrate, c’mon you two.” Rachel relented, sighing as she gestured to them to follow her like she would two fluffy, very large dogs. Brittany and Finn just smiled goofily at each other as they followed her, both excited at the prospect of food, though more so Finn.

Brittany’s eyes suddenly lit up when she thought about the chance of potentially seeing that sexy woman who lived with Rachel again. “Hey, is your sister home?”

“I don’t know,” Rachel frowned, annoyed at the mention of Santana again. “She’s probably skipping class and partying as usual. ”

“Oh…” Brittany sighed, disappointed.

She was dying to hear the unmistakable hazy, deep voice of Santana again. Rachel rolled her eyes skyward, knowing exactly what Brittany was thinking about.

“Hey Rachel, are these chicken sandwiches still good?” Finn asked, though he was already chewing on a mouthful of bread. “Mm, they’re delicious.”

Rachel didn’t hear him, too busy glaring in the direction of Santana who had just arrived minutes later and was wearing much more clothes than she was last time - how unfortunate Brittany thought - this time in a black leather jacket, high-heeled boots and super tight, black jeans. Still, the clothes were really flattering on her. Brittany’s insides felt like they’d turned to jelly, her cheeks growing hot and she was suddenly a little lightheaded.

“Nice of you to waltz in before four a.m. in the morning for once, Big Sister .” Rachel pursed her lips, crossing her arms.

Santana just narrowed her dark eyes and ignored the younger girl, sticking up her middle finger at her.

Rachel shrieked in annoyance, throwing the nearest item she could find at her sister, which happened to be her heavy chemistry textbook.

Her aim was terrible and the book missed her sister by at least four feet, bouncing off of the kitchen wall instead which made Santana laugh mockingly.

Santana made no attempt to acknowledge the presence of Rachel’s company, as if they were beneath her as she went to the fridge and spent a long time searching for something. Rachel muttered something that sounded very much like, “Big Shot, thinks she’s the queen of the universe…” under her breath.

Then the raven-haired woman whipped around fast, facing the three of them with a confused expression that quickly turned to fury. Her aggressive mannerisms reminded Brittany a lot of the moody, feral black cat she had recently adopted.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing, Porky?!” She demanded, rounding on a fearful Finn who swallowed nervously, backing away from her slowly. “Are you eating my food?! What the fuck!?”

“He didn’t know! Don’t yell at him!” Rachel jumped up and stood in front of the tall boy defensively, wagging a finger at Santana.

“Why not? Your dumb loser friend ate all my food!” Santana groaned, throwing up her hands dramatically then she lowered her voice threateningly as she rounded on Rachel. “I’m going to kill you for this, Pipsqueak!”

“Stop being so dramatic!” Rachel shouted back at full volume, her voice becoming shrill. “And don’t call him a loser!”

“Dramatic? Look who’s talking. Oh I’m sorry did I insult your boyfriend , Rachie?” Santana taunted with a smirk, using the nickname she always used to annoy Rachel since they were little.

Rachel just blushed and glowered at her. Finn had a petrified expression around the two sisters, collapsing into himself and looking like he was desperate to get away from the tense situation while Brittany just rolled her eyes, studying her painted pink nails in her boredom.

Out of nervousness, Finn who had finished both sandwiches began grabbing handfuls of popcorn and shovelling them into his mouth rapidly. Santana gave the massive high schooler a withering look, shaking her head in disgust. “Jesus Christ, do you ever stop eating, Manboobs?”

“That’s it! If you don’t stop picking on my friends, I’m telling Mom and Dad!” Rachel shouted, completely losing her temper with Santana.

“Tell Will and Emma what? How you’re being a little brat again picking fights with me?” Santana countered, dusting off her shoulder and unfazed by Rachel’s shrieking. “They can’t do anything to me.”

“We’ll just see about that!”

As amusing as this was, Brittany had grown tired listening to them arguing, especially when Santana was wearing way too many clothes, so she decided it was time for her to cut in. What Brittany really wanted to do was score some alone time with the resident sulky bad girl in the Schuester family but she wasn’t sure how she was going to make that happen.

“Hi, I’m Brittany. Brittany S. Pierce,” The blonde purred seductively as she casually slipped in between Rachel and Santana’s bodies, fluttering her eyelashes as she met the taller sister’s gaze and ignoring Rachel who squawked behind her, bewildered by Brittany’s actions. “We met last time.”

Santana immediately became silent and then totally flustered as she noticed Brittany. A look of something like apprehension came over her as she swallowed hard at the way the leggy blonde was looking at her.

She took a step back a foot everytime Brittany came closer, putting plenty of space between them even as her cheeks tinged red.

“Um, hi!” Santana said in a much softer, more hesitant and awkward tone than the harsh, arrogant voice she had while arguing with Rachel. She was evidently alarmed by the way Brittany was looking at her even though the blonde wasn’t actually doing anything other than watching her adoringly. “I um… have to go now!”

Santana took off again quickly just like last time, leaving Brittany pouting while Rachel just shook her head in annoyance.

“She’s so weird!” Rachel groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I just don’t understand her.”

Brittany really wanted to ask Rachel if Santana was dating anyone.

It turned out she didn’t have to as they got their answer the next day when Brittany came over to Rachel’s place after school again.

There was an elegant black Porsche parked outside on the driveway and Rachel groaned when she noticed it. Brittany realized it was probably Santana’s car.

Rachel and Brittany walked closer and gasped, getting an eyeful of something neither of them had expected.

Santana was in the backseat with a tall, curvy woman with long blonde hair sitting on the darker woman’s lap and draped over her. They were making out with Santana’s tan hands running over her back then the dark-haired girl reached down to squeeze the blonde’s ass.

They were barely dressed, Santana just wearing a black bra and unzipped jeans while the woman was completely topless as Santana hitched up her pink mini skirt.

Both of the younger girls reacted at the same time but in opposite ways.

Rachel reeled back, screaming in horror and covering her eyes. Brittany simply let out a soft “Oh” , feeling rather turned on and flushed in the face, covering her mouth with her hand as she watched the scene unfold with great interest, not taking her eyes off of it.

This was much better than even the best porn she had seen.

Once Rachel was done screaming, she kept her eyes hidden with one hand, marched purposely toward the vehicle and knocked on the window loudly. “Excuse me! What on Earth do you think you’re doing on this suburban driveway?!”

As soon as Santana saw them through the car window and heard Rachel’s scream, she pulled apart quickly from the woman and got out of the car, adjusting her clothes. Brittany just gaped at her because…wow. So hot.

“Rude. The fun police have arrived. What do you want, Little Sister?” Santana just sounded annoyed rather but not remotely ashamed.

The tall, buxom blonde college girl she was with quickly fled the scene, awkwardly passing by Brittany and Rachel on her way out of the car, her lipstick completely smudged, hair askew and ignoring the contemptuous look Rachel was sending her way.

Brittany wondered how the woman managed to run so fast in those super high heels. “You’re a total cockblock as usual.”

“Good heavens! Must you be so crude?” Rachel reprimanded Santana and Brittany winced at the shrillness. The tiny girl sounded like she was on the verge of one of her signature Rachel Berry freakouts. “You’re corrupting me and my friend with your indecency! The least you could do is keep your…lady friends to the privacy of your dungeon-like bedroom instead of… fornicating with some hussy in front of innocent school girls like us.”

Santana didn’t seem to be paying any attention to Rachel’s rant. Instead, she looked over at Brittany skeptically, arching an eyebrow at the word “innocent.” Brittany just smiled at her sweetly, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was checking Santana out again blatantly the whole time.

“Yeah whatever, Pipsqueak. Just go play with your dolls or something - I don’t need a lecture.” She muttered, adjusting her jacket and watching Brittany suspiciously with narrowed eyes, as if she knew exactly what kind of inappropriate thoughts were going through the blonde's mind.

From then on, it kept happening whenever Brittany came over, with or without Finn or one of the other girls from their class who wanted to study with them.

Santana was always with some new fling of the week and they all mostly looked the same, tall, femme and blonde. It was never the same girl twice.

To say Rachel didn’t approve would be an understatement. She was beyond fed up with her rebellious older sister and hated that she had no control over her. In fact, the more Rachel made a scene, the more Santana seemed to look for ways to outdo herself in more scandalous ways.

“It’s so wrong. She’s always… cavorting with anything that moves and never settles down with anyone.” The short brunette complained one night after school, while Rachel’s parents Will and Emma were away on some business trip.

She was lying on her stomach on the bed and going over some math equations while Brittany sat at her desk, chewing on the back of her pen as her mind drifted to Santana’s abs again, as it always seemed to instead of paying attention to her homework. “Brittany! Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah.” Brittany replied absently, twirling a strand of her long hair. “Santana’s really hot. I should be her girlfriend if those girls don’t want to be. I’d be way better for her. I know it.”

Rachel shrieked. “Oh my goodness, have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying? My sister is a total…barbarian! She’s twenty-one years old, she’s uncouth, she smokes, she drinks, she uses foul language and she treats her lady friends like disposable objects!”

“Yeah I know, Rachel. You’re making her more of a turn on the more you talk,” Brittany sighed, biting her lip and crossing her legs as she fanned herself. “You don’t have to convince me anymore because I already like her.”

The short brunette groaned, grimacing in disgust. “I- I’m not trying to…I can’t figure out what goes on in that interesting brain of yours, Brittany. This is highly inappropriate!”

Before the blonde could respond anymore, the girls heard what sounded like a woman’s scream and a series of high-pitched shrieks.

It was late at night and the tiny brunette girl began to panic, jumping up and grabbing the nearest object, which happened to be a giant statue of Barbra Streisand from her desk.

“Oh my, Brittany…” Rachel whispered to her fearfully. “What could that be?”

The girls shivered and huddled close together, leaning up against Rachel’s bedroom door as they heard the weird noises again. It sounded like someone was being murdered.

Actually, Brittany thought it sounded more like…

Rachel took a deep breath, gathering her nerves before pushing open her door and the two girls crept into the hallway hesitantly.

They heard the continued moaning and shrieking which sounded unmistakably female. Rachel frowned when it became obvious that it was coming from Santana’s room.

“This is unbelievable. She better not be watching horror movies again so late at night.” Rachel mumbled, so much fury on her small face that it looked almost comical.

Brittany narrowed her eyes at her short friend in disbelief but she felt her own cheeks flush. Heat crept up her chest and neck to the tips of her ears.

“ Rachel, she’s probably just having sex.” She deadpanned.

“What?! Gross!” Rachel screeched, seeing a trail of bras and panties leading towards Santana’s room. She covered her ears and kicked one of the lacy bras out of her path violently. “No, she can’t be! This is so wrong! I can’t listen to this!”

Brittany couldn’t help but continue to listen in, feeling hot all over as she could easily visualize what Santana was probably up to in her room.

It was abundantly clear that Brittany’s intuition that Santana would be amazing in bed was proven to be right.

“Ugh she is just lucky Mom and Dad aren’t home tonight! Mom is going to ground her forever when she finds out about this!” Rachel fumed, practically stomping her tiny feet in her futile anger.

Brittany was in a complete daze when Rachel finally grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away from the scene after a long moment then pouting in exasperation when the blonde girl didn’t budge. “Brittany, no! Are you just going to stand there and listen in on them all night?!”

Eventually the door slammed open when the short girl continued to screech in impossibly loud tones that only Rachel had the lung capacity to be capable of and an irritated Santana poked her head out, growling. “Rachel Berry, what the fuck are you doing?!”

“I could ask you the same thing, Santana Lopez!” Rachel shrieked back in response, hiding behind Brittany as if the blonde could protect her from Santana’s wrath and indecency. “You seriously brought a woman over? To do… that with?!”

Brittany just turned her head to the side, trying to see if Santana was wearing anything. She could see her bare shoulders but the door was blocking everything else. Damn.

“Yeah and what of it? Scram already, in case you haven’t noticed I’m a little busy with something here,” Santana smirked, putting her hand on Rachel’s head and shoving her out of the way lightly. “It’s past your bedtime, Brat.”

Then Santana noticed Brittany’s presence once again and just gave her that same dumbfounded, wary look she always seemed to get around the teen as the blonde girl never took her eyes off of her, shaking her head in exasperation at her.

Santana cursed loudly when the sheet she was holding around her chest loosened and slipped momentarily. Brittany’s eyes tracked the movement, gasping a little as she saw more of Santana’s body than she had hoped for in her wildest dreams. Brittany wasn’t disappointed in what she saw and licked her lips.

Santana noticed where Brittany was looking and pulled the sheet up quickly to cover herself.

“You- you - both of you smartass little girls - just go!” Santana yelled, slamming her door shut and locking it behind her from the inside. “Don’t fucking bother me again!”

“Language!” Rachel shouted back at her, grabbing a dazed Brittany’s hand and pulling her back towards her bedroom with its bright gold walls and stars as she began ranting to her friend in panicked tones.

“How could she want to make love with someone if she’s not married to them or in love with them?” Rachel shook her head, as if the thought alone was astounding and too depressing to imagine. “I don’t even think she’s dating that girl.”

Brittany lay on the other side of Rachel’s bed, listening to her loud snoring. She hadn’t been able to sleep that night during their sleepover, tossing and turning almost the entire time as her hormones went crazy. She spent the next few weeks fantasizing about the hot older girl.

Two months passed by quickly, with the teenagers being caught up in studying for midterms. Since Brittany and Finn were actually attempting to study for once, they didn’t spend too much time hanging out with Rachel for a long while.

Brittany breathed a sigh of relief when exam time was finally over. Studying just gave her a headache.

“Rachel, can I come over to your house after school again?” Brittany walked up to the small girl who had been having another awkward conversation with Finn, the two of them gazing at each other shyly. “We can hang around by the pool.”

Rachel beamed at her two closest friends, clasping her hands together enthusiastically. “Sure you can! I have an idea, Let’s have a movie night at my place! It’ll be so much fun! We can do a Barbra marathon!”

Brittany frowned, thinking for a moment. “Hmm, well I was supposed to go to this keg party with Quinn and the girls on our squad at some jock’s house but I mean it would probably be boring anyway. This will be way better.”

Plus, your super hot sister might be home…

Though Brittany had hooked up with a few guys since that time, they were quite mediocre and the sounds she had heard that night and the burnished, dark skin of Santana’s sculpted body still replayed themselves in her mind quite frequently whenever she was in that kind of mood. She was already thinking of ways that she could finally seduce the woman of her dreams.

They spent the afternoon relaxing in Rachel’s swimming pool, Finn still wearing a shirt the entire time to hide his pale, massive chest and trying to disguise the fact that he was sneaking glances at Rachel in the new bikini Brittany had bought her while the blonde frolicked around, splashing water at both of them.

That night, the three of them huddled together on a mattress that was set out on the floor of the massive karaoke room in the basement of the Schuester home where Rachel’s mom and dad always held parties. Rachel even had a stage set up to perform impromptu concerts with her parents because they were all into singing so much.

Brittany was in a purple polka dot nightie while Rachel was wearing pink, long sleeved silk pajamas, so it felt just like a slumber party for the girls except for Finn being there in a Power Rangers t-shirt and sweatpants.

Surprisingly, Brittany and Finn had managed to make it through two Barbra Streisand movies without being too bored even though Brittany thought they were way too long. She started braiding Rachel’s hair whenever her mind drifted.

They had switched to Dirty Dancing, another of Rachel’s favourite movies that Brittany also liked surprisingly, considering their taste was so different, when all of a sudden Santana turned up out of nowhere, making a big scene to announce her presence as usual.

She swiped popcorn from Rachel’s bowl without asking and mumbled greetings to the other two for the first time, even though she never usually acknowledged their existence.

“Oh no, what are you doing here?” Rachel hissed in annoyance, pausing the movie as she turned to Santana in anger while Finn looked terrified by Santana's presence and moved behind Rachel, as if he thought Santana was going to really kill him in revenge for the chicken sandwich incident. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be back from your cheerleading thing until Monday!”

Santana shrugged casually and smirked. “The tournament got cancelled. What are you watching?”

Rachel cringed. “You’ll just make fun of me if I tell you. Dirty Dancing.”

“Ha!” Santana snorted derisively, laughing in Rachel’s face while the short girl glared at her, cheeks burning. “Lame!”

“You’re such a bully.”

"You're such a bully!" Santana mimicked her in a high-pitched, nasally voice.

Santana hesitated in the doorway, looking like she was unsure of what to do with herself now that she had taunted Rachel about her movie taste.

Brittany thought it was endearing how the girl seemed rather shy now that she was alone with them, her cocky smirk disappearing when Rachel wasn’t looking and she didn’t walk away even though she could have at any time.

“Did you wanna hang out with us, Santana?” Brittany asked kindly, thinking that maybe Santana was too shy to admit that she wanted to hang out and wanting her to feel welcomed. “You can watch movies with us if you want.”

Santana faltered, scowling but her confident attitude dropped for a moment as she looked stunned that Brittany would talk to directly and so boldly at that. “Why would I want to watch stupid movies with a bunch of high schoolers?”

Brittany just shrugged, grabbing some M&Ms from Finn’s bowl. “Cause it’s fun and you’ll love it.”

The black-haired woman’s lips parted in shock, taken aback but then she switched to that hardened, devil may care attitude she usually kept up all the time around everyone.

“No thanks, hard pass. I have better things to do with my Friday night than hang out with my complete dork of a little sister and her little weirdo friends.” Santana sneered coldly, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Good because we don’t need your bad attitude and ego around here!” Rachel retorted, getting up to point her finger accusingly at Santana.

“Calm down, Rachel…” Finn whispered to her pleadingly, pulling her back before she lunged at her sister and another long argument between the two started.

“As if I care what you think,” Santana scoffed at Rachel. “Your movies suck and let’s face it, I’m way too cool to be here.”

“Okay, if that’s how you feel.” Brittany replied in a noncommittal tone and shrugged. She didn't really care if Santana was going to act arrogant and her harsh words didn't affect her.

The fact that Brittany showed no emotion and refused to argue with her seemed to frustrate her even more. Santana just marched off without a word, huffing in anger and the three teenagers continued to watch the rest of the movie in virtual silence.

Brittany rolled her eyes as Rachel and Finn would accidentally touch hands whenever they reached for the popcorn and then apologize awkwardly everytime.

It was more than obvious that they were into each other but both were way too innocent to ever make a move. It was hopeless and Brittany knew she needed to give Rachel some lessons on how to flirt properly sometime, but at the moment the blonde was too distracted by her own love life.

Ten minutes later, Santana returned to the basement and sat on the couch without explanation just as Brittany expected she was going to.

The older sister was grumbling under her breath the whole time, which Brittany thought made her even cuter and she had to stifle a giggle.

Rachel just shot Santana an infuriated look for a moment, not even bothering to ask what she was doing and just shook her head at her sister’s antics.

Brittany spent more time watching Santana than paying attention to the movie. She saw the way Santana’s dark eyes lit up and she smiled genuinely with the cutest dimples Brittany had ever seen deepening on her cheeks, invested during the dance performances, even though she didn’t squeal and fangirl over the movie like Rachel did. The younger sister constantly shrieked and grabbed a startled Finn whenever anything exciting happened in the movie.

“What?” Santana eventually snapped at Brittany. “Why are you staring at me?”

Finn and Rachel just turned around to see what the commotion was about.

“It’s a good movie, right?” Brittany asked. “You look like you’re enjoying it.”

“It’s old and corny.” Santana stated dismissively, pretending to inspect her nails… though by the looks of it, they were cut super short and practically non-existent.

“You take that back!” Rachel protested with an outraged gasp.

“Just not my thing, I guess,” Santana drawled casually, leaning back and drinking beer. “No need to get all worked up about it, Rachie.”

Rachel wriggled her nose and made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. “You’re seriously drinking alcohol? You’re not supposed to do that in this house. There are minors here, Santana, in case you haven’t noticed! You’re so irresponsible!”

“So what? I’m older so I make the rules.” Santana muttered, sticking out her tongue at her childishly.

“Mom said you’re not supposed to drink anymore!”

“What Emma doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Jesus, you need to live a little, Rachel.” Santana chuckled. “Do you ever do anything fun at all?”

Brittany jumped up from the mattress as the argument continued, bouncing onto the couch casually and scooting over until she was sitting very close to the older sister who was watching her every move suspiciously.

Santana froze then when she finally composed herself and she began to shrink away a few inches whenever Brittany attempted to lean in closer. She leaned back so far that she practically fell off the side of the couch, completely flustered by Brittany’s actions.

At least she’s not running away from me anymore… that’s progress, Brittany thought proudly.

“What do you want?” Santana eventually demanded and Brittany giggled because she was trying to sound so scary but really wasn’t.

“Can I have some of that?” Brittany asked, pointing at the beer. “I want one.”

“Brittany!” Rachel yelled in outrage. “You can’t do that here!”

“No way…” Santana moved the beer out of Brittany’s reach. “You’re what, seventeen? I’m not gonna be responsible for corrupting Rachel’s little friends.”

“I’ve been eighteen for a few months.” Brittany argued.

“Like that’s any better,” Santana snorted, mockingly. “You’re not getting any.”

“Hmph.” Brittany pouted and rested her chin in her hands as she watched the TV glumly.

Moments later, Santana swaggered upstairs and looked up at Brittany in irritation when she followed her into the kitchen. She yelped and stepped behind the kitchen table, putting plenty of space between the two of them.

“So is this like a game where you hide and then I have to find you or the other way around?” Brittany asked in a flat tone.

“W-what?” Santana sputtered.

“I think you’re hiding something.” Brittany said with a smirk as Santana watched her nervously.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Santana muttered, rolling her eyes.

“You’re not really as bad as you try to act and I know you wouldn’t hurt me or Rachel even though you act so tough.”

“Hmph.” Santana grunted, turning away from her.

“You really just wanted to come home and hang out with us, right?” Brittany quipped, glancing at Santana knowingly. “The cheerleading thing was just a lie to Rachel. We can be your friends if you want.”

“What? That’s…ridiculous. As if.” Santana grunted. She turned around and went up to her room, ignoring Rachel and her friends for the rest of the night because she had “better things to do,” even though Brittany knew she was miserable but her pride wouldn’t let her admit that.

To Be Continued

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