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saudade-mayari · 3 years

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Hello! I hope you had pass your exam. May I ask a scenario with Kiba with a girlfriend on her period? And maybe she suffers really bad of cramps, and everything hurts.( not mee ed on my period right now ahaha) Thank you if you will do it 💜

Period Cramps

Kiba x fem! Reader

warnings: sfw, domestic fluffs, period pains

a/n: I do hope u’re not experiencing period cramps as well😭 aand ty for wishing the best in my exam 🥺💎

You were wincing in pain as you lay down flat in the bed. Kiba's out on a mission and you're too tired to do your chores, too tired to cook and too tired to go out. The only thing that's been making you stand up is when you're going to change the pads.

Second day of your period would always give the worst period cramps. You felt your stomach clutching, whimpering and anytime soon your tears are going to fall because your hormonal changes.

Lightly squeezing your abdomen which is really painful you turned to face the bed table and slowly closed your eyes, tears slowly falling from the pain you're experiencing.

Moments later you felt some calloused hands caressing your hair, your face almost turned into crumpled paper from waking up in your slumber, once again feeling the familiar pain of your abdomen.

"I'm back y/n sorry for disturbing you..."

You just gave back a nod. Getting this cranky look on your face that surprised Kiba a bit. "What's the problem are you okay?" You just nodded again. You did not answer a word, not because of annoyance but just too tired to do so.

"Hey.. You look pale."

You decided to hug his hips as he was sitting beside you, Kiba was a bit shocked and you almost felt bad from your actions the way you snuggled yourself in his hips. He was tired from missions and you wouldn't want to bother him.

You stayed like that as he continued caressing your hair instinctively, you find it comforting and in between the hugs you've been murmuring.

“Period cramps. Abdominal pain."

You heard Kiba chuckled. Slightly pushing you away but gently placing you back in the bed. He kneeled down to kiss your forehead.

"Akamaru take care of y/n for awhile okay? I'll be back."

You felt panic rushing to your system. You held his leather jacket, emotions once again building up. "Where are you going?"

He landed a kiss on your forehead and gave his classic wide smile. "I'll be back I promise it won't take long."

Trying to fight back from tiredness and constantly told yourself you'll wait for Kiba. It was almost late at night and the period cramps are getting out of hand as well. Akamaru hearing your soft but painful whimpers, he came to you with such concern and you slowly doze off in exhaustion.

He found you sleeping on the floor while hugging Akamaru's body. He smiled by the thought of it while holding the paper bags. Kiba leaned in the door and took his time watching you, he's been smiling so much and so bright that he dangerously loved it already.

The exact scene of the glowing night while you and his ninken cuddle each other. His tiredness from missions are easily paved away and of course Kiba's soft spot is Akamaru and you. Seeing that kind of sweet spot flutters his stomach.

Who would have thought he'll be this lucky to have you.

Kiba's senses came back to reality when he heard you whimper, he goes closer to your side and gently carried you back in the bed. You lazily opened your eyes and saw the man that’s always been patient, sweet and understanding to you.

You lay down flat in the bed, he placed down a note and took out lots of things from the paper bags.

Your eyes darted on the notes. Messy handwritings of Kiba were actually displayed that made you chuckle. Since when did Kiba started taking such notes?

"I'm sure you haven't eaten yet. I don't know your cravings so I bought your favorite food instead."

You just nodded and you ate quietly while Kiba just stared you. He loves seeing you in your bed hair and some few minutes of eating a heatpad was pressed to your stomach.

“Must hurt right? I don't know what I should do.."

It was awkward for him, despite having a sister from his clan he never handled things like this in such hands on ways. Finally done eating, your hands traveled to the notes. You smiled.

"Where did you get this?" He sheepishly rubbed the back of his nape while you silently read what is written.

-Find out her cravings

-Hot compress on lower back or abdomen

-Anti-inflammatory meds

-Acupuncture and acupressure

-Soft bed and pillows

-Night pads

-No caffeine and soda

-Rest

"I asked sister what to do and asked help for Hinata buying those. I'm sorry..." You gave out a chuckle, for some quite time you forgot the menstrual cramps.

"Do you want anything? I can still go out."

You shook your head off and patted the comforter of the bed. "Just cuddles." which he willingly did so. He held the heating pad while he snuggled behind you, lightly caressing your stomach and giving soft kisses on your shoulders.

For some quite time, you felt the different smell which Kiba definitely smells. Your cheeks blushed when he landed wet kisses on your neck.

“I’ll be a good boy tonight...Promise..” He answered huskily.

"I'm sorry... for being a pain" You murmured

He held you tighter and placed a kiss on your cheeks. Hearing his voice and chuckles near your earlobes sent shivers on your spine but it was immediately replaced by flutters in your stomach.

"Nah. Taking care of you is always the favorite part of my day."

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im-a-star-boy · 3 years

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The Final Apology

Ahaha, angst

TW: Flashbacks, implied self-harm (it’s very short but it’s there so be aware), Panic Attacks

@panna-pan

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Summary: Tommy visits the Final Control Room one last time

Word Count: 1,874

Date of Completion: Tuesday, April 27th, 2021

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Tommy stepped out of the portal, Ranboo trailing behind. The nausea of swapping dimensions quickly passed, leaving him to recover his breath quickly. He swallowed and stepped down the Blackstone staircase that never failed to make him shudder.

“‘Kay, let’s go,” He paused for a moment and opened his mouth to continue before hearing a soft ping against his thigh.

He paused halfway down the steps and reached for his communicator, tucked safely in his pocket. He heard Ranboo pause as he opened it and read through the message.

Eret: I made a perfect recreation of several historical locations on the server in my museum, including the button room.

He froze at the message. How he even knew what Tommy was doing, he didn’t know, and quite frankly he didn’t care, but he had an exact replica of the button room. He took a shuddering breath and felt Ranboo’s tail flick his ankle gently. “You okay?”

Tommy swallowed and coughed into his elbow before speaking. “Slight change of course,”

“Okay?”

“We’re gonna go to- um-” He took another breath, trying not to sound as terrified as he felt. “We’re gonna go to the actual recreation of the thing.”

“Wh- so not the recreation, just the actual place?”

Tommy quickly shook his head and reached for the totem in his pocket, gripping and ungripping it for some kind of grounding. “No no no, an exact re- a new exact recreation,”

“Block by block!”

Tommy shrieked in alarm and gripped at his chest as he saw Tubbo, earning a startled laugh from the shorter. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ do that again or I swear to fucking god I’ll kill you.”

Tubbo only laughed and shook his head. “Sorry- sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you big man,”

“You fuckers are trying to scare me, aren’t you? Fuckin’ hell.”

“We’re not! We’re not- I just had to finish the prison replica.”

Tommy shuddered at the thought and shook his head. “God, how did you even know what we’re talking about?”

“Oh, I ran into Eret and we had a little chat, I told him what was up and he told me he had a replica of the button room.”

“You fucking told him what we’re doing!?”

“Did you not want me to?”

“Fuckin’ hell, Tubbo! We might as fuckin’ well broadcast this live for everyone to see!”

Tubbo put his hands up. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t know you didn’t want to tell him.”

The blond only sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s fine, it’s… it’s fine.”

They fell into silence as Tommy led them to the museum. He’d never actually visited the huge building, despite passing it so often. He could see the huge quartz pillars holding the building up and reached to rub his arms anxiously. “We’ll um-” He paused, unsure what he was going to say, before deciding on just, “okay…”

Tubbo and Ranboo exchanged worried looks. They knew it would be bad, but this was bad. If Tommy was being honest in saying that the exile spot would be the easiest, then they had a feeling this would be so, so much worse.

“Here we go.”

“Oh…” Ranboo murmured softly.

“This is quite a lot more intense than I thought it’d be,” Tommy chuckled, seeming to be trying to lighten the mood.

His walk slowed when he saw Eret step out from behind one of the pillars, waiting for them. They wore a fitted red dress with gold hemmings and jewelry. Their crown sat atop their head as it always did, the multicolored jewels shimmering in the moonlight and reflecting the glowstone lamps. Their glasses hit their eyes, as they always did, but Tommy could imagine the sadness in them, seeing it in the older’s posture.

The three fell silent as Tommy approached the monarch. “Sovereign Eret,” He greeted softly.

“Tommyinnit,” He greeted in return.

Tommy felt his hands twitch at the greeting, all too formal, compared to what it had once been.

Tommy almost repressed the memory on reflex, but paused, just for a moment. Today was about reflection for him, reflection and facing his fears. This was one of them.

He swallowed and turned. “I’m not down for all this formal bullshit, I reckon we just get this over with, eh?”

Eret smiled softly. “You never have been, let’s go.”

Tommy let Eret lead him down the path towards the museum.

“How do you feel?” Tubbo questioned.

Tommy fidgeted his hands, trying not to scratch at the already open sores on his arms. “Give me a minute, Tubbo.”

Eret stalled as they entered the museum and Tommy took a moment to appreciate the building. It was large, larger than anything he’d ever tried to build. In the middle was a replica of the camaravan, there was a replica of the walls that used to surround L’Manburg, and a mess of a replica of that crimson egg towards the back encased in glass.

He turned to his right and paused to see two all-too-familiar rooms. Both tiny closed-in rooms with a button that single-handedly managed to break his heart every time they were pressed.

Eret gave him a soft look before leading him forward to the one closest to the corner. “This is it,”

Tommy remembered the last time he was led to this room, both times by Eret, both times trapped.

He stared at the sign. Final Control Room. Eret stood beside the doorway, giving him a look that seemed to say, ‘you can still turn back’, but he couldn’t. He was this close, he couldn’t turn away now.

He approached the steps and turned to face the Enderman hybrid. “Can you shut me in there, please Ranboo?”

The chimera nodded. “Um, yeah, sure.”

Tommy sent one last look to Eret, who offered him a small smile, before moving up the steps into the room.

He stood in the entryway for several seconds, giving himself a couple moments to take it in. It was block for block, just as Tubbo had said.

He glanced back at Tubbo and Ranboo who were giving him concerned looks, before speaking. “Lock me in until I say otherwise.”

Ranboo nodded mutely as Tommy turned, and placed two blocks, effectively locking the blond in.

He took a shuddering breath as shadows cast into the room, much as they had so many months go. He stepped forward, stumbling slightly, and spoke aloud to himself, trying to organize his thoughts.

“So this is the room I came in, and- and I pressed this button,” He reached down before feeling his limbs lock up.

“I- I pressed this button, I-”

He felt his throat close up as tears welled into his eyes. “I let them in,”

He gripped his hand into a fist and slammed it down onto the button, feeling the wood cave under him. He closed his eyes for a moment, expecting the sound of pistons to fill the room, expecting the sound of screams, of Wilbur screaming, of- of

Tubbo’s alarmed shrieks filled the room.

“A TRAITOR!” Wilbur cried, anger and anguish in his voice as Punz lunged at him.

Tubbo was the first to fall, being slammed into the wall where the doors had closed behind him and having Sapnap’s sword pushed through his chest. Tommy watched as his friend’s eyes widen before his body went slack, dying.

“GET OUT, TOMMY! GET OUT!”

Tommy watched as Punz killed Wilbur, Fundy dying quickly after to George’s blade.

And suddenly, he was alone, frantically mining his way out as Eret’s voice rang through the small room. “Down with the revolution, boys.”

He felt a blade dig into his shoulder and whipped around just in time for Dream to push a sword through his stomach. “It was never meant to be.”

He felt tears spill down his face as he desperately tried to catch his breath, trying to restrain his panic. Oh god- he killed them, he pushed the button and let them in, he killed them all…

He coughed and stood up hastily, stumbling until he was leaning against a wall, bile rising in his throat. He forced air into his lungs and reached frantically into his pocket for the totem, trying to alleviate his panic. He reached for one of the chests and threw it open, almost hoping something would be in there.

They were empty, just as they had been that day.

He struggled to slow his breath, repeating ‘I can do this’ under his breath as he looked around.

His panic didn’t subside, but now he at least had some reigns on them. He paced a little bit before turning to see the door sealed shut, and panic threatened to rise again. He pressed his hands against the wall, gripping the totem tighter, and sure enough, the wall was real, tangible, and he was trapped.

Suddenly, he was shaking again. “I-I gotta- fuck- speak my feelings, okay,” He took a sharp breath. “I am feeling like this room has a lot more to it than-than remembered,” He choked out.

“And- and, it’s hard to be in here, and I don’t want to, I really don’t want to- but I have to, I’m going to do what needs to be done.” He took a deep breath and paced, his hands shake.

He looked behind him and saw the wall again and suddenly, his panic was rising even more. Bile filled his throat, threatening to suffocate him as he tried to swallow down breaths. He felt his lungs constrict and gagged. His voice was tight as he tried to speak. “Let me- let me out I-”

His voice was small, weak, and oh so pained. He turned frantically and began opening chests, feeling light-headed. They were all empty until he got to Wilbur’s, freezing as he saw a book, sealed.

With shaky hands, he reached down and grabbed it, opening it up to see a short message.

I’m Sorry

- Eret

He stared at the message for several seconds and felt his panic begin to subside, his breath slowing at the sight. It was definitely the monarch’s handwriting, he remembered his signature when they all signed the first Declaration of Independence, not that it mattered much anymore.

“It’s okay,” he breathed aloud to himself. “It’s okay because times have changed,” he read the message once again. “And so have people.”

He closed the book before gently setting it down in the chest. “Not all people, but most.”

He turned back to the sealed entrance and took a deep breath. “I’m ready to come out!” He yelled.

The blocks were quickly mined away and he stepped out, the cool night air soothing his stress. He stepped down the steps and turned to Eret who still stood where he had. He offered the monarch a smile, genuine. “Thank you,”

Eret smiled back. “You’re welcome.”

Tommy turned and began walking towards the exit with Ranboo and Tubbo, before pausing at the doorway. “And Eret?”

The sovereign looked up. “Yes?”

Tommy met his eyes, wrapping his arms around his torso for a moment. “You’re forgiven,”

Eret’s breath hitched for a moment, but Tommy didn’t wait any longer, turning and stepping out of the museum.

He still had one more stop.

#tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #eret #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #panic attack tw #guilt tw #self harm tw #its mild but its there #hurt/comfort #angst

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darkmacademia · 4 years

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Hey! I was wondering if you had any fountain pen writing tips? I just ordered one for finishing the semester and I'm really excited and your handwriting is so nice I wondered if you have any pointers. Have a nice day!!!!

hello! congrats on getting through the semester! getting a new fountain pen is always exciting. here are some vague tips that I remember from when I was rather rigorously trained when I was younger (under the cut)

(I’m assuming you’re writing in some form of cursive)

if you’ve already got a style of handwriting that you like and just want to use a fountain pen with it, then that should be fine! although fountain pens feel a bit different than normal pens, so I’d just recommend using it a lot to get a feel for it.

idk if this is more actual handwritey tips but: I’d recommend looking up sample calligraphy alphabets and paying attention to which letters are quite different from normal print, e.g. the letter r: (sorry for the weird handwriting, my hands are v cold ahaha)

with certain letters like those^, I used to have to write them continuously on a worksheet type thing (those ones you trace like in primary school) which was a total pain but really paid off in the end. for example, most styles have the letter ‘y’ without a curved line leading into it, whereas I was taught to have it always rounded. just lil details that make it extra nice

keeping a relaxed grip on the pen also helps you stop cramping and allows the letters to flow easier. I’ve also found that fountain pens need a bit more of a consistent pace for writing each word, as if you stall in the middle of a cursive word it might blot or be uneven.

hope you have fun with your fountain pen!

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fieryanmitsu · 4 years

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Talented Fingers | A3! Week 2020 – Day 1 (Itaru/Izumi/Tsumugi) | 18+, NSFW

It’s been a while since I’ve written, unfortunately, but when I saw that A3! Week was happening, I just knew I had to try to whip something up!

So, here’s my entry for Day 1 of A3! Week 2020~ We were given three prompts for each day to choose from… And, because I like to challenge my imagination (read: torture my brain), I decided that I would use all three prompts in each entry, haha.

Since one of the prompts for Day 1 was Link Skills, I just knew that I had to go with “Talented Tutors”, which features two of my favourite A3! boys: Itaru and Tsumugi. But, I will warn everyone now that this is a completely mindless, self-indulgent and spicy piece of nonsense, hahaha. I LOVE Izumi as a character as well, and I love her paired with both Itaru and Tsumugi, but couldn’t choose between the two considering the prompt… and so this happened.

Note that this entry is NSFW, but the rest of my entries should be SFW (unless something drastically changes). So if you’re under-aged or uncomfortable with NSFW content, please do check back again!

TALENTED FINGERS

PROMPTS: Director | Link Skills | Firsts

CHARACTERS: Izumi Tachibana, Itaru Chigasaki, Tsumugi Tsukioka

PAIRINGS: Itaru/Izumi/Tsumugi

My fanfic masterpost: Here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ rating, NSFW, contains smutty/sexual descriptions and situations, tutor/student fantasy

“I’m home!” Izumi announced tiredly as she walked into the first-floor lounge of the Mankai dorms. She had been helping her friend’s theatre troupe with painting background sets all day and she felt completely beaten up. She was sure that her knees would be bruised tomorrow and that her back would be in a world of pain when she woke up – her arm was already starting to feel like jelly.

“Welcome home! You’re back so late – you must be exhausted,” Tsumugi greeted from his spot at one of the tables. Piles of papers were sprawled out in front of him.

“GJ. Welcome home,” Itaru piped in from his spot seated across from Tsumugi. There were stacks of paper laid out before the other young man, as well. Two cups and a nearly empty pot of coffee also sat on the table between the two.

“This is an odd sight. Don’t you usually work in your room, Itaru?” Izumi asked as she walked over to the pair.

Instead of replying, Itaru simply sighed and took another sip of his coffee with one hand. With the other, he lifted one of the papers and handed it to Izumi.

She glanced at the paper and saw that it was a chemistry worksheet covered in messy hand-written responses. However, the amount of pencil marks was almost completely overshadowed by harsh red ink. Itaru’s handwriting was scrawled all over the page, circling wrong answers and writing comments in the margins. On the top right corner was Taichi’s name.

“I asked Itaru to help me with looking over the students’ homework since he used to work as a tutor as well. It’s almost exam time, so they all wanted some extra help,” Tsumugi responded with a sheepish chuckle.

“I didn’t know you worked as a tutor before, Itaru.”

“Back when I was a university student, I tutored as a part time gig. It paid well, you know,” Itaru responded with a shrug, taking a moment to tap a few buttons on his phone screen before turning back to the worksheet. Izumi had a good feeling she knew exactly what he had spent all of his earnings as she briefly stared at one of his games running automatically on his phone.

“But, wow, it looks like there’s still a lot of work ahead of you… It’s almost midnight already,” Izumi remarked, glancing at the papers on the table and nudging through them lightly. While there was a large pile of papers with red marks, there was also a significant stack that was unedited.

“Hmmm, I suppose so. Itaru’s been working on correcting worksheets while I’ve been making some study plans based on what areas they’re struggling with.”

“Yeah, usually worksheets don’t take this long to work through…. But, Taichi’s homework is a disaster… and don’t even get me started on Tenma… It’s taking me three times as long to go through theirs than the others’…” Itaru sighed again.

“Do you need any help? I don’t have any tutoring experience, but if there’s anything I can do, please let me lend you two a hand,” Izumi offered.

“You wouldn’t mind? Maybe you could go through the Japanese homework? It’s just checking off if they wrote the kanji properly and in the right context, so I think that you should be able to handle that,” Tsumugi replied as he shifted through the worksheets on the table.

“No problem! Oh! I’ll make us a new pot of coffee! My friend also gave me box of cookies as a thank you as well – let’s share them together!”

“Ahhhh, caffeine and sugar – the best nutrients for our brains~ Want to feed me one? Since my hands are busy?” Itaru asked with a teasing smirk.

Izumi rolled her eyes and plunked the now-open box of cookies on the table.

“Nice try, but that smile won’t work on me!”

“Ah, well, it was worth a shot,” Itaru lamented as he helped himself to one of the cookies, mumbling a quick thanks through a mouthful of crumbs before he picked up his pen again.

“Oh, Azuma was telling me about this bakery the other day,” Tsumugi remarked, examining the box. “But, thanks again for helping, Izumi. I’ll leave the worksheets here for you.”

“No problem – glad to help!”

After brewing a new pot of coffee, Izumi grabbed herself a mug and sat down in front of the worksheets that Tsumugi had collected for her. As she took a sip of the coffee, she couldn’t help but stare for a moment at the two men in front of her. It was a striking image – two handsome young men bent over their work with serious looks of concentration, pens flying across the pages.

The Mankai Company students were certainly lucky to have access to not one, but two talented tutors. She hadn’t been a bad student back in her school days, but she had always been middle of the pack when it came to academic subjects. She couldn’t help but idly wonder how it would have been if she had been tutored by Tsumugi and Itaru. She had seen them both explain concepts to the students before, and they were both always so clear and easy to understand. Maybe she would have had an easier time in school.

As she focused on the worksheets in front of her, listening only to the scratching of pen on paper, the ticking of the clock and the occasional sipping of coffee, Izumi felt her eyelids grow heavy. She had been doing physical labour for close to eight hours, and it was now close to one in the morning. She tried to shake her head to wake up, but soon found herself completely nodding off….

“… Izumi… Izumi… Wake up, Izumi…!”

Izumi’s eyes snapped open as she heard someone call her name. Tsumugi and Itaru were staring at her with furrowed brows.

“Eh?! I-I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to drift off on you two!”

“So you did fall asleep on us,” Itaru sighed. “And here I was hoping you were just resting your eyes. You have some nerve, falling asleep on your tutors.”

“Huh? Tutors? Wait… what’s going on here?” she exclaimed, suddenly realizing her surroundings.

She had expected to be in the lounge at the Mankai dorms, but instead, she was in her bedroom back at her parents’ house. The three of them were sitting at a coffee table with worksheets and textbooks spread out before them. Looking down, she also realized that she was in her high school uniform. She idly noticed with a cringe that the skirt was a tad tighter on her than she remembered it being when she was in school – she really had to cut back on the rice…

“Why are we in my room? And why am I wearing my high school uniform?!”

“Ahaha, you must still be half-asleep, Izumi,” Tsumugi chuckled. “I know we usually tutor you at the public library, but it’s closed for emergency repairs from a water main break right now, so we’re here at your house instead.”

“And as for your uniform… well, we did ask if you wanted to change into something more comfortable first, but you were so eager to get started on studying and didn’t want to bother. But, despite your eagerness, you fell asleep…” Itaru remarked wryly.

Izumi felt like her head was swimming. What the heck was happening? Was this some kind of lucid dream? Was it because she had been wondering what it’d be like to be tutored by Tsumugi and Itaru that she had suddenly dreamed of them tutoring her?! She couldn’t believe how embarrassing this was – especially since she was in her high school uniform. What was she even supposed to do in this situation? Maybe she should pinch herself. But, before she could do anything, Itaru suddenly leaned towards her with a smirk on his face – a very seductive smirk, she couldn’t help noting.

“You know... you've been a naughty girl, falling asleep on us... Naughty girls need to be punished,” he drawled, as he inched closer to her, so that by the time he said ‘punished’, it was right in her left ear. She shuddered and felt a pleasant shiver shoot down her back.

"That’s right… Maybe we need to do something to wake you up,” Tsumugi added, closing in on her other side. “Perhaps… this will wake you up?”

And then, she felt Tsumugi’s tongue lick her ear, and she let out a yelp as he took her right earlobe in his mouth and started nibbling on it.

“Aaah, Ts-Tsumugi!! St-stop, that tickles! Nnngg-!” Izumi protested, but instead, his tongue was now licking up the back of her ear and she heard herself moan.

“Now, now, Tsumugi, that’s not a punishment at all – you’re much too gentle,” Itaru purred before he brushed aside the hair at her neck, his fingertips feeling like fire. Then, suddenly, his lips were on her neck and she yelped as she felt a sharp pain. Did he just give her a hickey?!

"Itaru!! What are you doing—!”

Both Itaru and Tsumugi were now nuzzling either side of her neck, their breath puffing against her skin, and she felt like her face was on fire. This was bad! This was very bad! But, she also felt a tell-tale shot of pleasure uncoiling in the pit of her stomach, and a stirring between her legs.

"Now, let's see if you've been paying attention...” Itaru said, lifting his face from her neck. “I was just reviewing dissociation with you. Have you solved the problem yet? Can you tell me the chemical equation for the dissociation for sodium chloride? Don't forget to provide an explanation if you want full marks."

"H-Huh? Sodium chloride?” Izumi squeaked, her mind trying to catch up with what Itaru was saying – it was very hard to focus when Tsumugi was sucking on the fingers of her hand. “U-Ummm, what was dissociation again?" How many years had it been since she’d looked at a chemistry textbook?!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really weren't paying attention, Izumi. Were you distracted while I was teaching you?" Itaru scolded, placing one long finger against her lips before she could respond. His finger then slid down her chin, tracing down her neck and stopping at the collar of her shirt. "Maybe... you really aren't comfortable in that uniform. Let me help you loosen it up."

The next thing she knew, Itaru had pulled off the ribbon tie around her neck and was slowly unbuttoning her shirt. How was he doing that with one hand?!

"Itaru!!" she protested. She knew that she should button up her shirt again, because this was going nowhere good fast, but couldn’t muster the strength in her arm when she saw him flash her a crooked smirk. Instead, her heart fluttered in her chest – if only she didn’t find that smug face so attractive!!

Suddenly, she felt a tug on her right hand.

"Izumi..." Tsumugi looked at her with the saddest puppy-dog eyes and she felt her heart shoot up her throat. Gosh, he was so, so cute. "I had asked you to finish filling in the kanji on this worksheet, but you’ve only filled in two of the blanks… I worked so hard to make up this worksheet – were the questions too dull? Is my teaching boring you?”

“N-Not at all, Tsumugi!! You’d never bore me!” Izumi protested immediately, her mouth moving faster than her brain. All she could think was how she could stop this angel from looking so disappointed.

“Maybe… I should do something to make my lesson more engaging?” he asked softly, the light in his eyes had now turned from puppy-dog to something distinctly more dangerous. She felt Tsumugi’s hand settle on her right leg and whimpered as she felt his hand creep up her thigh, his fingertips tracing delicate circles across her skin.

Suddenly she felt a chill on her chest – her shirt was now wide open, and then she felt two hands push gently on her shoulders, and she was splayed on her back.

“It’s not good if you aren’t paying attention to your tutors, Izumi. Keep your attention only on us this time,” Itaru purred.

Itaru bent down and began kissing the top of her left breast. She let out a gasp at the sudden contact, but it quickly turned into a moan as he sucked harder and left another hickey. His left hand came up and grasped at her bra, quickly undoing the conveniently-located front clasp, exposing her breasts to the open air.

“Ahhhhh, I-Itaru,” Izumi gasped as his hand cupped her left breast and began to massage it gently, his fingers rolling her erect nipple. His mouth closed over the right breast and noisily sucked and kissed.

Before she could think too much more about Itaru’s ministrations, Tsumugi’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“That’s right, Izumi… let us teach you how to feel good.”

She felt him spread her knees apart and push up her skirt. He gently trailed his fingers down both of her legs, and she twitched at the ticklish sensation. Then, she felt one of his fingers trace the line where her panties met her thighs. The feeling of the edge of his nail against the sensitive flesh made her groan, her voice becoming louder as he moved his finger over to her most sensitive spot.

“You’re such a quick learner, Izumi, you’re already so wet that it’s soaking through your panties…” And indeed, as he pressed and stroked her, she felt her juices soaking through the thin layer of cotton.

She yelped as she suddenly felt Itaru’s teeth lightly scrape across her breast and his left hand tweaked her nipple, as if he didn’t want to be forgotten. A shot of pleasure coursed through her and she felt her back arch off the floor.

“Nnnnng, I-Itaru!”

Before she could recover, she let out a gasp as Tsumugi’s finger moved the panel of her underwear aside and plunged a single finger into her.

“Ah… ah…. Ts-Tsumugi…!” She could feel a gush of hot liquid ooze out of her opening at the sudden entry.

It all felt so good. The sensation of both Itaru playing with her breasts, and the steady pump of Tsumugi’s finger inside of her. She could feel a pressure building up inside the depths of her stomach and she let out another loud, wanton moan.

“… Izumi… Izumi… Wake up, Izumi…!”

Tsumugi gently shook Izumi’s shoulder as she whimpered again in her sleep, but she wasn’t stirring from her slumber.

They had moved the young director to the coach when she’d fallen asleep in her chair about half an hour ago. But, suddenly, they heard her groaning and calling their names. They could see that she was squirming on the couch and was panting heavily. Concerned, they had decided to check on her.

“She seems to be having a bad dream… Should we try harder to wake her up?” Tsumugi questioned, looking up at Itaru.

“Hmmm, yeah, she’s sweating a bit, maybe she’s getting sick… it would be better for her to sleep in her bed—” Itaru started to respond, but was interrupted by Izumi. Moaning his name. In a very, very erotic voice.

“Nnnnng, I-Itaru!”

Itaru’s eyes widened in shock. The young director’s brows scrunched up and her lips were parted in a pant. He had never seen such an expression on her face before. And the way she had moaned his name sent blood rushing to his groin. He immediately clasped a hand over his mouth to stifle the choking sound he had made. He had no idea what she was dreaming about, but she was giving him bad ideas and his mind was about to kick into overdrive—

A moment later, she let out another moan.

“Ah… ah…. Ts-Tsumugi…!”

Tsumugi immediately felt his face flush. He was sure that if he looked in a mirror, his face would be red as a tomato. His eyes instinctively flickered to the juncture of her thighs as she clenched her legs together in another squirm. He felt his brain short-circuiting as his imagination jumped to the most inappropriate conclusion—NO, he couldn’t just assume that! Maybe she was dreaming about something else. Though he was secretly hoping that she really was dreaming about him—

“I-I’ll wake her up!” Tsumugi nearly shouted, cutting off his train of thought, his voice cracking in his desperation to cover up his embarrassment.

He quickly shook her shoulder, a little rougher this time.

“Izumi! Wake up!!” he said again, probably louder than he intended.

Finally, Izumi’s eyes snapped open, and she saw Itaru and Tsumugi staring down at her, both looking at her with anxious faces. Maybe she was still groggy, but they also looked quite red-faced.

One second passed in silence as she stared at the two men. And then another. And then, two things hit her like a truck. One, she remembered every detail of her dream. Two, she became distinctly aware that her panties were soaking wet. She could not believe it. She had never had such an intensely vivid and sexual dream before. In fact, this was the first time she could even remember having a wet dream at all. A wet dream about the two men who were crouching right in front of her!!

Izumi shot up into an upright position, heart racing and face flushing furiously.

“I-I’m so s-sorry I fell asleep! I-I’m not feeling well, so I’m going to go back to my room!” she quickly stammered out before swinging herself off the couch.

“Have a good night!” she added quickly before she stumbled out of the lounge and practically ran to her room, leaving behind two very hot and bothered tutors.

I can’t believe this trash fire is my first contribution to the A3! fandom, hahaha. I’m sorrynotsorry for this. I had way too much fun writing this, so I hope you enjoyed it as well!

-Anmitsu

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tagged by @callmekazee & @hawkeyebabe! THANK YOU SO MUCH! <3

what’s your favourite song(s) to sing/hum? naturally, I would say literally everything I listen to but as of lately it has been strictly anime intros and outros because they own my soul now.

what’s your favourite flower/tree/plant? I really like Venus fly traps because they’re vicious compared to other plants. I like that.

favourite colours? blue, pink, and purple! =D

what do you always doodle? uhh....I like to draw lots of lines touching each other. this probably doesn’t make sense to you, but maybe one of these days I will post a picture to explain what I’m talking about. it looks pretty snazzy.

how do you take your coffee/tea? oh my hell, please don't bring up coffee. I have such an addiction to it, but it’s a big cause for my anxiety so I have to cut it out of my life anD I AM DYINGGGG. talk about withdrawals.

favourite candle scent? oooo....I really appreciate the scents that make my mouth water. if I feel like I can eat the smell, I am sold.

what perfume do you wear? one direction’s “our moment” and “you & I”. oh me, oh my, the compliments I get are unreal. if you ever have the chance, try them. the best part is telling the haters that it’s by 1D. they get so pissy. xD

what’s your go-to dance move when you’re alone? I like doing the reject and spongebobing. yee-haw.

favourite quote? it has always been “we mature with the damage, not with the years.”, but now fullmetal alchemist has given me a quote which is tied for my favorite, “a lesson without pain is meaningless.” so unfortunately , I can’t give you an absolute favorite right now. ahahah.

favourite self care routine(s)? am I supposed to have a self care routine? hmm....I should look into that. maybe my life wouldn't be such a wreck if I had one of those....hahaha....RIP.

fuzzy socks or house slippers? ew, neither. I would rather not have my feet feel claustrophobic, thanks.

what colour are your eyes? my license/ID says blue, but I would probs consider them more of a gray? maybe? idk. they change colors depending on what I’m wearing.

what’s your favourite eye colour on others? personally, I’ve never been one to notice eye colors much until I’m looking into the eyes of someone I love, then I just tend to fall in love with that color. deep blue or bright blue eyes usually catch my attention the most though if I had to choose.

favourite season? why? SUMMER, SUMMER, SUMMER, SUMMER, SUMMER, SUMMER, SUMMER, SUMMER, SUMMER, SUMMER! give me beaches, a nice tan, swimming the heat away, outdoor nighttime adventures, lots of sunlight, ice cold drinks, crop tops, and short shorts! pretty, pretty, please! =D

cheek, neck, or nose kisses? how about forehead kisses? those wake up the butterflies in my tummy. <3

what does your happy place look like? it looks like a beach on the island of Oahu. <3

favourite breed of dog? yikes. please don’t make me choose. they’re all so precious.

do you ever want to be married? if so, what colors would you pick for your wedding theme? I truly, truly hope that I’ll be lucky enough to get married one day. I want lots and lots of colors! I want the entire wedding to look like a unicorn puked on everything. xD that’s if I can make it all flow nicely though! if not, then I would like a very, very light blue theme instead of white. white is for virgins and I’m not a virgin so that’s my reasoning against white. hahaha.

cursive or print? I have always preferred cursive, but because people like to bitch about not being able to read my handwriting it looks more like super fancy print now. my handwriting has been compared to the constitution by many though....so it still really isn’t that legible, but I don’t care because it makes me happy. ahaha.

favourite weather? just give me warmth and I’ll be happy. the cold is the worst.

tagging @straytrash, @icameheretowinry, @rizascupcakes, @c6theepic, & @decafdoppio! (=

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localbanshee · 7 years

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(srry srry) aesthetics asks half :0

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?omg like 5 minutes ago i can't function without singing to myself fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?why am i like this and super duper unlikeable d*isies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?(sorry i sensor that for a reason) ahhh i'm not sure! probably being published. 1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?my 3 month old niece gave me her sweetest smile yet and it killed me matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?i'd day forget having a car i'm going to as many concerts as humanly possible black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?idk about top 3, but i want to meet mutuals, go to england, and meet motionless in white. (and waterparks)pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.ahhh one of my best friends whitley. she's an art kid, and super sweet. a 10/10 soft hufflepuff kid and i'm her slytherin. it is a puzzle-piece-perfect relationship ahaha. moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?sure i guess haha stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?in april i believe? or march idk. whenever i broke up with my ex-boyfriend plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.@dcwees zero!!! i love zero more than anything sjdjskdk or @goghbat dylan!! who i also love more than anything aksksksk - but i think i'd rather do cloud gazing with dylan. a very bright sunshine that kid i love lots 💛. while zero is a twinkling star 💖 converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?yeah psh i can't Not open up to save my life lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?@calmyst and i always have those. whenever i'm with her and even when i'm not, we are super duper connected. handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?yikes id tell someone that i am sorry that it happened the way it did but i couldn't and wouldn't change it - i'll always love them but i just couldn't. cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? G O SH any eyes completely captivate and take over me djdjdjsk and brown ones have good flecks when hit with sunlight ahhhhhsunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally."she wore pain beautifully" i've always got minor things going on that bring me down but if it's getting to me i put on my makeup and look in the mirror and they don't matter to me any more. i know that's weird and maybe vain but, i'm not hurting anyone personally with that so sue me 😂oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?Oops She Did It Againoveralls: what would you do with one billion dollars?CONCERTS CONCERTS CONCERTS - id buy my own freaking party bus and take it with me to see motionless in white and waterparks and then we could hang out and i'd be the most insane groupie. ,,, please no one ever give me that much money i'd end up with so many restraining orders..combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?sadly yes. if you're genuine and you're in my heart? nothing's gonna change that as long as i'm on this side of the ground. sometimes it's sucks because i get pushed around a lot though. winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.not tonight lmoadbfndn - just stop being nosey kid - and please stop dressing like that. burn those shorts. don't cut your hair short like you will ugh. pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?neither - i am strictly turtlenecks hoop earrings and lip gloss (don't forget heels)tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.oh my gosh they are so hot wow i can't holy cow piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?gosh yes. my face is so bleh without it bahaha and that's my form of art. i may not be able to paint at all but honey i can contour the crap out of my cheekbones

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