he looks good in pink right

Fine Amnesty

Check, Please! 14 Days of Love, Day 1: FOOIINNE  (Read on AO3)


“Oh my, Jack, you should have seen it,” Bitty said. “I swear they were counting down to the very second.” He held his phone against his ear with his shoulder and took the pie crust from the fridge where it had been chilling. “As soon as it hit midnight, Chowder and Caitlin were all over each other, kissing like nobody’s business. I haven’t seen such a display since, goodness, last Winter Screw. Only with less alcohol involved.”

Bitty laughed. “Yes, Lardo had the score cards all ready to go. Perfect 10s from everyone but Holster, but I think that was because,” Bitty stopped, looked around, then whispered, “Ransom and March were cuddling and being cute on the couch right next to him.

“Hmm, what else? Oh! Nursey and Dex were holding hands all day. Dex’s face was all pink and he was glaring something fierce, but that boy would not let go of Nursey’s hand for love nor money. Nursey was just as pleased as punch. He forgot all about being ‘chill’ for almost a whole hour.”

Holster walked into the kitchen carrying a cellophane-wrapped basket. “Special delivery,” he sang. “From your sugar daddy, Bitty.”

“You hush, Holster. Sweetheart, you didn’t have to send me anything. You know I’m coming up this weekend.” Bitty unwrapped the basket and began to take out the contents. “Apples… is this a fruit basket? Butter, flour… Jack Zimmerman, did you send me a pie baking basket?”

Holster groaned. “Here we go.”

Bitty looked Holster dead in the eye and said into his phone, “Jack honey, you are the sweetest, most thoughtful, loveliest boyfriend I could hope for. I wish you were here with me right now so I could give you a big ol’ kiss. Thank you so much.”

Holster shook his head and turned to leave.

Bitty raised his voice. “And I wish your butt was here, too, so I could give it a big ol’ squeeze.”

“Enjoy this while you can,” Holster said from the hallway. “The Valentine’s Day fine amnesty ends in a few hours, and tomorrow it’s double fines for all PDA and pet names so we can snap up all that sweet discount chocolate. Tell Jack to send his wallet; we both know you won’t be able to knock it off with the pet names and I need to stock up on Reese’s peanut butter hearts.”

“Oh, ha ha. We aren’t that bad,” Bitty called after him. “And you hush too, Mr. Zimmermann.” He sighed. “I really do wish you were here. I sure am looking forward to seeing you this weekend.

“Well, you know if it was up to me, we’d talk for hours, but if you have to go… Anyway, I was in the middle of baking a pie before I got all distracted, so I’ll let you go. See you soon, honey. Love you, good bye.”

Bitty hung up his phone and got back to work on his pie. He was just pulling it out of the oven when there a knock on the front door. Someone answered it and there was a round of enthusiastic greetings – obviously somebody they knew. He didn’t think anything more of it until someone stepped through the kitchen door.

“Hey, Bits.”

Bitty spun around. “Jack? What on earth?”

Jack walked over to him and took him in his arms. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I wanted to see you.”

Bitty pulled him down into a deep kiss. “I’m so happy to see you sweetheart, but you didn’t have to come all this way. I mean, with your schedule… And you sent me that adorable basket…”

“I didn’t want to miss fine amnesty,” Jack said and Bitty had to kiss him again.

in which victor likes pictures of yuri

1. Victor takes a picture of Yuri playing with Makkachin on the beach. It’s a good picture: the sun is setting, the waves are a vibrant blue and the sky a lovely pink and orange, and Makkachin has been captured in just the right adorable running pose for dogs. Yuri’s laughing, too, and he looks more relaxed than Victor normally sees him during practice. Victor uploads the picture to Instagram.

It’s a nice picture. The colors are bright. He sets the photo to the lock screen on his phone, then puts it away.

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The day I fucked a Samoan dude at Church.

Now I know what you thinking. “ Bruh thats so not right “ Well I never intended for it to happen actually. 

It was at a youth rally in 2011 in San Fransisco and I really enjoyed myself. Never been to a church function with so many Samoan men LOL But anyways, I was sitting in the back pew and there was a guy sitting 4 pews front towards the left. I had my eye on him the whole time. Guy was probably about 6 feet, Nice husky body and was wearing a pink dress shirt with black vest and tight church slacks. I mean you could really see his ass. So me trying to be a good christian boy in church… Yeah right LOL I was just looking at his ass for a good 5 minutes. Then he turned around and saw me looking at him. I just gave him a good “ church “ nod lol or whatever you call it. Then he caught me staring at him the 2nd time, This time he gave me a look that I could not make out. Like i wasnt sure if he was bothered by it or turned on. I dont know.

 So I stopped looking. So I stared at the Praise and Worship leader for a few secs then i noticed him leaving his seat and headed towards the back. As he was walking up the isle, he looked at me, winked and smiled. I assumed he was going to the bathroom so what did my horny ass did? I followed him without him knowing i was and at this point I am still not sure what he was telling me. So I walked out, passed two ushers who may i say was fine as hell lol continued to walk and act like i was getting water from church kitchen. But noticed him headed out to the parking lot. so I followed him. Then he turned around again and saw me and continued to walk. He was showing his ass more and more everytime he walked lol. I was like man If he is doing what I think he is doing. 

So I followed him to his car and I acted like my car was next to his. “ Sole are you following me? “ he said while laughing. I said, “ No just getting something out my car “ He said, “ Uce thats my aunts car dont be lying “ FUCK he caught me. Awkward silence and then opened the back door of the van , got in and left the door open. He have me a look and told me to come in. So guess what I did. I went in the car. And let me tell you, he took my pants off so fast I was shocked at first but was really turned on at this moment. He took of my pants and begin sucking my cock. It felt so good and so wrong because I was hearing the church songs through the window. His lips wrapping my cock and feeling the warmth of his mouth got me hot. Stroking my dick and seeing his head going up and down, I could not contain myself. This was so hot. 

Guy sucked me off for a good 4 minutes and then he quickly took off his pants and started to ride my cock. it felt so damn good I nearly broke the fucking seat belt holder. Then I told him, “ Uce I am about to cum “ He quickly jumped off and open up his mouth and I came all over his tongue and face. Dude was a freak and he swallowed it too. He kissed me on the cheek and said, “ Oa mai kaua? “ I said, “ Seki “ LOL Best Sunday ever

On a Dare [m]

Rating: M

Summary: My friends have a twisted sense of humor so during a game of Truth or Dare they dare me to have sex with the one person they know I hate the most: Yoo Kihyun.

Warnings: Crude language, crude humor, crazy sex, spanking, cumplay, etc etc. I don’t even know what else.

It was a Friday night and my closest friend Wonho had asked me over to hang out. He was in a group called Monsta X, and I was really good friends with the rest of them, too. Well, mostly, except for one member.

As I arrived at their dorm I pressed the buzzer. The door opened and Kihyun appeared looking pink haired and clueless as usual. I couldn’t even hide my disgust. “Ugh. It’s you. I suddenly regret that I even came.”

His eyes narrowed. He looked me up and down dismissively. “So go home then,” he said, and shut the door right in my face.

I stood there for two seconds, nose to the door, in total disbelief. Then I stepped back and knocked angrily on the door. “Yah! Asshole! Let me in!”  I cried.

No response.

“Kihyun open the door,” I said, starting to get serious, because the cold was starting to get to me.

Honestly, what possessed me to wear a miniskirt and some flimsy leggings in the middle of December? How I regretted it now that I would die and my tombstone would read ‘here lies Hani. Froze to death while trying to look cute.’

“It’s cold out here goddammit!” I complained grumpily.

“Good! Freeze and die!” Kihyun called and then cackled evilly. “Just stay outside and get snowed upon until you freeze into a slutty statue. No, a frightening whoregoyle!”

My hands bunched up at my sides as I seethed. Kihyun always called me a cheap whore and I knew he did it just for fun since in all the time he knew me he had never seen me with any guys. If he thought just that would be enough to make me mad, he could think again.

“You are an annoying infant! Your insults are so stupid. They’re not even worth dignifying with a response. But I hope you know when I get in there I’m going to destroy you,” I growled.

“But you’ll never get in here,” he sang, tauntingly, and then laughed some more like the petty little brat that he was.

Furious now, I kicked the door numerous times as hard as I could. No response. So I just kept kicking it. “Open. This. Damn. Door! Kihyun!” I yelled with each kick. Then I got tired and gave up. He probably left, the damn bastard.

I raised up on my tiptoes to look through the glass window at the top of the door. Pink waves filled my view. “I can see the top of your empty head! I know you’re still standing there! Open this door Kihyun!”

Nothing but giggles.

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Shame Part 2

I felt a slight grogginess wave over me as I struggled to open my eyes. They fluttered open and I could hear something beeping to my left and I turned to see that it was a monitor. I followed its wires and saw that I had an IV in my arm. I turned to my right to see an attractively male nurse unwrapping something.

“It’s good to see you’re awake. You had me worried.” he said shooting me a smile.

“Wh-where’s Harrison?” I asked as he came over with a wet wipe. He started cleaning up my face and I tensed up.

“It’s just water.” he said smiling. I looked at him for a while before nodding and letting him continue. Again, I asked where Harrison was. He squeezed the excess water and gunk into another bowl, and I looked at it. It turned a light pink color and I stared at it.

“You’re friend is okay. Actually better knowing his nurse is a girl.” he teased. I looked at him and smiled.

“Is he your boyfriend? “The nurse asked. I snorted and he blushed.

“He’s practically my older brother.”

“So.. Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, not meeting my eyes. Oh he’s good. I smiled and looked down, making him bring my head up by my chin to clean my cheek and I noticed how green his eyes were.

“Are you going to answer that?” a familiar voice said. We turned to see Tom leaning against the door.

“No. I don’t.. Not anymore.” I said, looking away from Tom. The nurse looked at me then back at Tom and I think he got the memo. He cleared his throat and picked up his supplies.

“I’m Dean. Ring if you need anything okay?” he said, touching my shoulder and giving it a small squeeze. I smiled weakly and nodded. He stuck his hand out to Tom who took it but never took his eyes off of me. Dean left the door open a bit as Tom came to the hospital bed.

“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.” I said.

“Please. Let me-”

“No! Get out! I don’t want to see you right now!” I screamed, hearing the monitor beep faster. A nurse came in and pulled Tom away. I began to hyperventilate and my face began to go numb.

“What’s going on!?” Tom demanded as the nurse came over to put something in the IV. A few more nurses came in and my vision began to blur.

“She’s going into shock and you need to leave right now!” Dean said, escorting Tom out. I felt dizzy and the last thing I heard before I blacked out was Tom crying.

“Please make sure she stays. I love her too much to lose her.”

~Tom’s POV~

Dean escorted me out and sat me down on a chair, handing me a tissue as I cried. I didn’t care, I was in pain of loosing her. And I still might.

“Hey.. It’s going to be alright.” Dean said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Is it? It’s my fault she’s here.” I said sniffling.

“How so?”

“I made a stupid decision… More like alcohol made a bad decision.” I said, cleaning my nose. Dean looked at me with anger.

“No no! I did not hit her. I just.. Made a mistake without me realizing it.” I said. He looked at me and then made a face.

“Ah. The old ‘I thought she was you’ bit huh?”

“Yeah… And now she’s in here.. Wait, where’s Harrison?” I asked, panic rising for my best mate.

“Harrison? She said the same thing.” Dean said getting up to go to a desk. He pulled out a folder and told me to get up. I followed him as he spoke to me.

“He was emitted the same time as her. He’s doing a bit better than her surprisingly, seeing that his side received more damage. All he has is a sprained arm and a few cuts. He should be getting stitches right now.” Dean said.

We got to the room and Harrison looked terrible.

“Harrison! You’re okay!” I said, sitting next to the doctor who was doing his stitches.

“Who let you here?” He spat out. The doctor cut the stitches string, covering the huge gash on his thumb and I swallowed.

“I saw the news and recognized her car. I came as fast as I could. Sh-she went into shock.” I said. Harrison was about to say something when Dean burst through the door.

“Doctor, we need you. A patient is falling fast.” he said. The doctor just got up and ran and I looked out from the door. He turned to the right, the way of her room. I could hear beeping from behind me and I saw Harrison with a remote in his hand. A nurse ran in and she looked at him like he was crazy.

“Keep me updated on her. Or I swear I will be more annoying.” Harrison said. The nurse crossed her arms in a ‘try me’ manner and Harrison took it as a challenge. He began pressing the button rapidly as well as yelling random words.

“Okay okay! Just… Keep it down.” The nurse huffed, taking the remote away from Harrison and heading down to her room. I looked at Harrison and he gave me a smug look.

“Harrison… Please let me explain.“I said, sitting next to him. He gave me such an ugly look before sighing.

“Might as well.. But don’t think that this means I forgive you for hurting her.” he said. He nodded and I explained what happened.

“Wait wait. She came on to you? And you let her?” Harrison said. I nodded.

“She said she was rehearsing for a movie role and needed someone to practice on. I was the closest so I agreed, thinking it was just some readings. After she came on to me, I practically threw her off of me and told her I was with someone. After that, we just met up to work on her lines. She tried again, trying to talk me into dating her instead. I told her no and we just continued on with the readings for about two months. Then the after party happened and we just kept pounding drinks. She said I couldn’t tolerate as much as her and I told her that we shouldn’t intake so much but she taunted me. One thing led to another and she was asking for my room key and then…” I said, placing my head in my hands. Harrison placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

“You’re still a dick Tom. It was an accident but you should have known even though you were intoxicated.” he said.

“I know. But, I thought of her, not Ella. I’ve always thought of her. Never in my mind have I fantasized with Ella. She means nothing to me.. But the dress Ella was wearing reminded me so much of when we went out on our first date. She was nervous and that’s when I knew I really liked her…” I said. The lady nurse came in and she looked sick.

“How is she?” I asked, standing up.

“She had some internal bleeding and is being prepped for surgery. I can’t believe we didn’t see it….” she said, checking Harrison’s blood pressure.

“I have to go back and assist Dr. Weltse so don’t cause any more pain to the other nurses.” she said, scowling at Harrison. He smiled and saluted her. She left and I sat back down, running my fingers through my hair.

“This is all my fault. You guys could have died.” I said, feeling sick to my stomach.

“Hey! If you’re going to barf do it somewhere else.” Harrison teased.

“You’re an ass.” I said, swatting his arm.

“Look mate. I can’t forgive you unless she does. I know that’s harsh, but I’m with her on this one. You promised and it should have been kept, even if it was the alcohol talking.” Harrison said. I sighed and nodded.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. I wouldn’t forgive me. I should be the one in the hospital, not you guys.“I said, balling my fists.

"Tom stop. It could have happened to anyone.” Harrison said.

“Yeah. But why you guys and not me?”

“Karma? I don’t know. Just suck it up right now you baby. Stop thinking about yourself and start thinking about your apology.” Harrison said, getting comfortable. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“What should I do?” I asked. He opened one eye and smirked.

“What you do best.”


  • Bakugo: you know, I see a lot of girls struggling with how to do their make up in the mornings, so what I like to do,*opens up eye shadow kit* I like to name my colors to get those creative juices flowing~ so, you see the really white one? I named that one the Aizawa, why? Because it's super fuckin pale and super fucking white~ and this one right here *points to light pink* used it once and never used it again! The quality wasn't too good, didn't do shit to make me look better, so I call this one the Deku, cause that little bitch don't do shit for me and the quality of his quirk just ain't that good. Not flashy enough for me. Finally, on to my favorite color,*points to red* I call this one the kirishima, cause he makes me flaming mad just by looking at his bitch ass face.
Stolen - [EXO] CEO!Chanyeol Au

Originally posted by iyeolie

[A/N] I wrote this like yesterday.

Italian restaurant. By the three-cornered junctions. Nine thirty. Is she really that busy? Or is she just saying that?

Maybe he shouldn’t have hung up before she gets to say her answers. He tried to be soulless, a little more professional. But it’s pretty difficult to remain vague and ambiguous when all Chanyeol could think of is those pretty lips and how it’ll taste like. It gets harder as the years go by, but you’ve set the boundaries too firm and too high for even a good looking lad like him.

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  • harry: *wears red*
  • me: he looks so good!!
  • harry: *wears black*
  • me: good shit!! right there!!
  • harry: *wears pink*
  • me: okay okay he looks so fucking good this is my fave color on him
  • harry: *wears yellow*
  • me: he looks beautiful in everything how is this fair

but cas coming untouched for the first time. his whole body is flushed and his cheeks are a pretty pink, his hair mussed as dean slams into him over and over until the headboard is banging against the wall.

and dean is hitting just the right spot, and cas is letting out breathy moans because there isn’t a hand on his cock but with the feeling of dean pounding into him, with dean’s voice all broken and rough from groaning cas’ name telling him how fucking beautiful he looks, how he feels so good, cas isn’t sure he can hold back until soon enough he’s coming harder than he has before, his back arched off the bed and his mouth gaping open as his climax hits him

anonymous asked:

aaaa could i get a fluffy morning after scenario with sweet pupper kenshirou??

WOOT first kenshirou request! I’m excited to write for him for the first time!

As you woke up from your slumber, you noticed the strong tanned arms around your waist coming from behind. You looked behind to find a certain silver-pink haired man sleeping soundly, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. He wasn’t wearing his eyepatch as he usually did, revealing a small scar over his right eye.

 You turned around in his embrace, causing Kenshirou to stir in his sleep, slowly waking up and revealing his blossom colored eyes. You kissed his nose softly, watching his eyes widen and a blush covering his cheeks. 

“Good morning” You chirped, nuzzling your face against his. Kenshirou kissed you softly, lingering for a bit before pulling you closer to his chest. “Good morning, love” he muttered softly, before asking bluntly “Was I.. okay last night?” 

He was obviously referring to the events that had transpired between the two of you, which was obviously heated and intimate. You blushed slightly before nodding “Yes, you were more than okay, don’t worry about it”. He sighed in relief before kissing the top of your head.

 He was starting to drift to sleep yet again when you glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “Kenshirou, shouldn’t we get up?” He shook his head, smiling softly. “Let’s stay like this” You nodded in agreement, nuzzling your face against his chest, before drifting off to sleep.

ah! this is really short nonnie I’m sorry :( I hope you don’t mind! Thank you for the request

Having Vernon As Your Boyfriend Would Be Like:

• gawd, he’s such a dork that he’d stumble and studder (?) his words, looking down with a shy smile and pink, flushed cheeks every time he talks with you

• he wouldn’t know what to say to you and one of his members (someone like Seungkwan) would have to give him a little push or advice

•S: “why are you stressing?? You English is very low quality right now! Go talk to her!”

• v: “it’s harder than it seems hyung!!”

• though he’s not good at speaking, he’s good a rapping so he’d always impress you with raps he made (secretly about you)

• vernon and you wouldn’t even have had an official way on how he asked you out because he never did

• you two would just one day know that you liked each other and from that, you acted like a couple and were a couple

• even after being in a relationship, he never changed. His awkwardness and cuteness stayed with him

• he’d always let out small cute laughs and smiles every time you were affectionate to him

• he’d love to listen to music and create music with you by his side

• vernon would love having peaceful alone time with you, mostly at home, late night, watching TV or something

• though when you did go out, he occasionally make it a bit special by getting you a little gift or hold your hand, giving you small kisses

• you’d be close w/his family since he loves his sister dearly. It would make him happy to see the two of you get along

• it’d be great if you got along w/ his friends/members as well but also know that he has to get a bit more special treatment when you guys are w/them

• being in a relationship w/him would almost seem like a secret because the two of you wouldn’t really act much of a couple but they’d know you guys are super close

• but the two of you know that you really do love each other and when it’s just you guys, the love in the air is more noticeable.

• Vernon would show that he loves you through little actions but every once in a while he’ll actually tell you he loves you just so you know for sure.

I know ppl have done this so many times but I just felt I should make my version for some reason lol

Got7 React to their GF’s Girl Group Covering Dr. Feel Good- Rania

Yugyeom: As soon as he heard what you were planning on covering, his face would turn bright pink. “Jagiya… that’s a side of you I’ve never seen before,” he’d say shyly. After asking him to come to your rehearsal to watch your practice, his face would be burning by the end of it, causing you to laugh at his awkwardness. “You looked… amazing, jagi.”

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Junior: He would get jealous of all the other boys that got to see you dance and sing the way you were for the song. “The clothing for your cover is not TOO revealing right? I don’t need perverts looking at my jagiya,” he’d say in a protective tone. “You will look amazing regardless of what you wear though—you are already too perfect for words.”

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JB: He would be first in line to the show to watch you work your stuff. After the show, he would find you and wrap you in a big hug. “A lot of people got to see a side of you that EVEN I have hardly seen, Jagi,” he’d say in awe. “I’m lucky though, I have the chance to be the ‘dr. feel good’.” He would joke, earning a light smack on the arm from you.

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Youngjae: Like Yugyeom, he would be blushing. “Well—this is something new about you, jagiya, is there something you are trying to tell me?” He’d say awkwardly then laugh.  After watching your performance he would be all over you, “I think I need to keep an eye on you!” He would joke. “But I kind of like this side of you.”

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Jackson: He would be shocked by your group’s choice for a cover, “this is so unlike you! Wow!” He would exclaim, “but I’m not complaining, just means a lot of people will get to see what they can’t have.” He would wink playfully and laugh. “Although with moves like that, I’m surprised that my face isn’t as red as a tomato yet.”

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Bambam: He would be excited about your cover. “You’ll be amazing on the stage, jagi,” he’d say with a big grin. “I’ll be right in the front row cheering you on!” He’d be excited to see your performance, but of course since this is Bambam we are talking about, we can’t forget that he would also joke after the performance was over, “Now I get a private show right?”

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Mark: He would be shocked by this new side of you, “Are you sure you are comfortable performing something like this?” He would ask to make sure you weren’t being forced into it. After assuring him that you helped choose he would give you a sly smile, “you never cease to surprise me, I can’t wait to see your performance then. Knock them dead, babe!”

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I had to actually look up this song before I did this reaction, and now it’s stuck in my head. 

~BangtanBunnie <3


Request: Maybe a gerard or frank smut one where reader buys lingerie with g or f and the whole time in the store f or g cant like stop picking out shit because everything is great and reader said to wait for the evening but then evening happens and f or g is alll wow great lets go right now

“So what are we looking for?” Frank asked as I dragged him into Victoria’s Secret, avoiding all eye contact with the people around us.

“Just to get some bras,” I shrugged, feeling the grip on my hand tighten.

“Can I wait outside?”

“No, why?”

“People are gonna think i’m like a pervert or something,” he groaned, his cheeks flushing pink. 

“No they won’t, you’re with me. They’ll think you’re a guy helping his girlfriend shop,” I insisted. “And who knows, if you be good and don’t complain, maybe i’ll let you pick something out.”

“Pick something out? Like…lingerie?” He said excitedly, grinning widely. I shrugged, giving him a playful wink. 

“We’ll see.”

Frank hovered over my shoulder the whole time, offering to carry my clothes, help look for my size, he even helped pick out a few bras for me. After I tried on everything and decided which ones I was going to get, he finally asked me. 

“So…can I pick something?”

“Alright,” I sighed, ruffling his hair. “Go for it.”

He smiled brightly before darting off, heading straight for the lingerie section. I chuckled, shaking my head at his child like eagerness and excitement as I checked out.  

“What about this one?” Frank asked, holding up another skimpy, lace outfit. 

“Sure, it’s your choice,” I reminded him.

“Don’t tell me that, i’ll pick out this whole fucking store,” he chuckled, throwing the white lingerie into my basket and digging through another rack. “How about we go in the dressing room and you model these for me?” He smirked, holding up another outfit, this time a fire truck red one.

“You know they won’t ever let both of us in the dressing room at once.”

“But I want to see how they look on you. ow can I possibly pick one without seeing how they look first?” He teased, quoting me from one of the many occasions he pestered me about going to the dressing room everywhere we went. 

“Shut up,” I groaned, taking the lingerie out of his hands and putting it in the basket. He grinned mischievously, his hands skimming down my lower back. 

“You know I can’t resist you in these sexy outfits. Just thinking about it is getting me hard.”

“Frank, you have to wait for tonight,” I insisted, hearing him groan in protest.

“Fine, fine, we’ll wait for tonight. What do you think of this one?” 

After much pestering from Frank, we finally checked out once again and headed home. Frank was smiling widely the whole time, eager for what tonight would bring. 

Frank was sitting on our bed as I changed into one of the many outfits he picked out, a black lace lingerie that showed off the perfect amount of skin. I heard his breath catch in his throat when I emerged from the bathroom, eyeing me up and down hungrily.

 I slowly walked over to him, straddling his waist. I ran my fingers through his raven hair, his usual hazel eyes, now dark as he let them roam my body. His hands tightly griping the sides of my thighs. I could feel him straining against the boxers underneath me. I let my fingers trace the tattoos across his chest. A small sigh escaped his lips. 

His large hands moved to my waist, ripping off the small amount of fabric we bought, and pulling you down against him. “Baby,” he whined grinding his hips into my inner thigh. I pulled his shirt over his head, he takes a deep breath. When ever I had the chance to be in charge, I go as slow as possible. 

I leaned down and brushed my lips against his parted ones. “Shhhhh, be patient.” I whispered against his lips. He groaned as I grind myself against his ever growing bulge. He lips moved to my neck, lightly sucking. He went right the the spot he knew drove me crazy. I could feel my body reacting to him almost immediately, sending waves of warmth to my stomach.

 “Frankie,” a quite moan slipped from my lips. One of his hands traveled between my bodies. His hand barley grazing my heat, when I moan out again. “Frank.” His gripped tightened.

 “What do you want baby?” He whispered huskily. 

“Baby” you whined again.

 “What do you want baby, tell me you can have what ever you want.” He hummed against the hollow of my neck. 

“You, babe I want you.” That’s all it took. A growl escaped him and he flipped me over onto the bed, now hovering over me as he took control. “I want you t-to fuck me,” I continue and he moans at the dirty words rolling off my  mouth, slipping off his boxers. 

His erection strains against his stomach, so achingly hard it looks painful and he pulls a condom from his night stand drawer, tearing it open with his teeth and slips it on. He quickly spreads my legs open and positions himself at my entrance, teasing me, wanting to hear me beg. 

“Please,” I whimper, watching his eyes darken. A high-pitched noise comes from my mouth at the sheer force when he thrust into me, my toes curling with each movement as he pounds into me, kissing up and down my neck, and pulling out then bottoming back in at a merciless pace. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moans throatily, as you rake your nails down his back, drawing him in, giving in to all the sexual tension between the both of us that built up from the store earlier today. The sound of our hips knocking against each other echoes around the room and little hiccuped whimpers fall from my lips with each thrust, rough and quick. I can him beginning to hit his release, picking up the pace as he hits hard against my walls, gripping onto the headboard of the bed.

“Frankie…fuck baby,” I whine, feeling a sweet pressure build up between my thighs and pit of my stomach and he leans down to put his lips on mine, picking up the pace as he chases his release. Before I know it, i’m coming, seeing white and tugging on his hair as he picks up the pace, pulling out all the way before slamming back in, going so deep I don’t think he can go any farther. 

It’s not long before I hear a loud, wrecked sound come from his mouth, pushed over the edge at how my walls were clenching around him and the filthy noises coming from my mouth.  He gives one last push, pulsing deep inside me before releasing into the condom, my name and multiple expletives rushed out of his mouth in one moan.“Shit,” he whispers, before we both collapse against the bed, thoroughly fucked-out and our ragged breaths filling the room. 

There’s a sheen of sweat along his forehead and my body is glistening as I lie against the covers.I turn to him and he’s the first to laugh, a dry cynical chuckle and I can’t help but join in, laughing together, breathlessly and completely exhausted. “I need to go shopping with you more often.”

“I don’t know if you could handle it,” I giggled. “I got through one outfit and you already torn it off and pounded me into the mattress.”

Just imagine how cute it would be if Ray was in a secret relationship with Zarc that Reo never knew about.

  • Like Reo is wondering why Ray always had to go to restroom right before Zarc’s match started because she is busy kissing her boyfriend good luck in the locker room
  • Zarc being a total dork and asking his dragon buddies what he should get Ray for her birthday
  • Zarc always teasing Ray about her fondness for her pink goggles when he secretly thinks that she looks the best with them on and ready to completely crush her opponent
  • Whenever they have fights
  • They will fucking duel over it
  • Where to go on their next date? Duel. What to eat for dinner? Duel. Who is going to kiss the other first? Duel.
  • Ray does not like Zarc’s fashion sense, but he will not part with his leather gloves or strappy pants for the life of him
  • The two having to deal with tons of uncomfortable situations while hiding from Ray’s dad
  • “Why did we think it was a good idea to go on a date at your house?”
  • “Stop shaking the closet! My dad will notice!”
  • And at the very end when Ray has to stop Zarc from becoming the literal embodiment of the devil …
  • “I swear to god if you go psycho and hurt any of my counterparts, I will come and fucking castrate you in hell.”
Cold Warmth

 “You’re so warm, oppa!”

 His soft laughter was muffled by the bushy locks of brown hair. “Am I, now?” Pulling away, he leaned slightly to the right to get a good look of her beet red face. “Well, my body temperature is slightly higher than yours, thus this makes us a perfect match.” Pale pink lips pulled to a smile, he pecked a chaste, sweet kiss to her right cheek.

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Kunikida Doppo

The words “video game” are not in his ideal. They’re a waste of time, Kunikida thinks, and not very good for health. But…


His girlfriend is begging, and so he gives in. You’ll play seven games, an hour or two after work each day of this week. Kunikida argues that it’s six games too many, but by then, you’re already skipping away happily. Kunikida sighs in defeat and tries to look on the bright side. Perhaps he’ll learn a few things that aren’t in his ideal yet.

On Day 1, Kunikida learns that he does not like Kirby. When you choose the pink…blob right before his very first brawl, he chuckles little. How can something so cute fight the dinosaur looking creature he has? An hour and five character changes (on his part) later, Kunikida is no longer laughing. He glares intensely at the screen first, and then at you, laughing evilly as your Kirby swallows Kunikida’s character yet again. He listens to your glee while gloomily watching the pink thing walk around with cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.

“Don’t make that face, Doppo,” you giggle. “Here, I’ll let you be Kirby next!” Controllers switch hands.

Kunikida still does not like Kirby. However, something like a (very) reluctant admiration emerges from somewhere deep down. Life would be so much easier, he laments, if the Agency had an ability user who could swallow the criminals and spit them into jail cells.

The only thing that can be said for Day 2 is that Kunikida learns that he does not like ghosts, in real life or onscreen. After two hours of jump scares and creepy sound effects, he is awarded with the death of his character, elevated blood pressure, and a bunch of red marks on his arm, courtesy of your nails.

“We would never survive a night in a real haunted house,” you sigh, a little disappointed in your failure in guiding Kunikida through the haunted, abandoned hospital. Kunikida disagrees. He can totally take on whatever ghouls come his way. However, before he sleeps tonight, he makes sure that all the windows and doors are closed, and that all the locks are secure. All feet, arms, or other limbs are tucked into the blanket, safe from the monsters that he claims you’re scared of.

On Day 3, Kunikida learns that he does not like dancing. As soon as you ask him to stand up, he senses trouble. Then, the flashing lights appear on the screen, and the music starts. Kunikida can feel his dignity slipping. He decides that maybe, if he can get a fairly high score, he’ll get some of it back. He dances his hardest, and manages a high score. You smile proudly as he thinks that perhaps, this game isn’t so bad.

The game isn’t bad, but he will never play it again.

The rest of his dignity flies off a steep cliff and crashes onto the ground when he arrives at work the following day. Dazai almost loses his head when he’s caught passing around (very clear) photos of Kunikida’s desperate-looking 90′s-style boogie.

“How hard can a simulation of a relationship be?” Kunikida asks on Day 4.

“Just choose your love interest,” you answer. He glances at you, and your heart flutters a little. But no, he’s not getting away from the game, so you point to the screen and hand him the controls of the main character of an otome game.

Things go downhill rapidly. The quiet love interest he pursues turns out to be the crazy one. You grant him mercy and let him choose another character.

“This is like real life, Doppo,” you sigh. “You don’t get a rewind button if you say something wrong.”

This is like real life, Kunikida agrees sullenly. Be it human beings or simulations, relationships are hard to understand. He watches as his compatibility slips further and further as his anxieties climb higher and higher. You realize you’ll be spending the rest of the evening reassuring him that he’s the perfect boyfriend.  

Day 5. Kunikida takes back the words he said yesterday. Games aren’t like real life, he thinks. After all, there is no way he’s this bad of a driver. He’s getting the hang of this now though, he thinks proudly, steering Mario carefully around the race track. Perhaps he can go a little bit faster.

It’s hard to hold back your laughter when he drives himself through a wall and off a cliff.

On Day 6, two video games shy of his promise, his lovely other half comes to him pouting. The two of you can’t play today, you say, and Kunikida’s soul rejoices. He suggests going out for ice cream instead, his treat. He watches you run off to grab a hat, before taking his ideal out quietly and writing the only lesson he’s learned this week.

Video games, apparently, cannot be played if the controllers mysteriously disappear.


“Baobei!” You heard a voice call from down the hallway. “Hm?” You responded while looking into the full length mirror that was in your bed room. You looked down at the dress that stopped just a little bit of your knees, the red color complimenting your skin, and the whole outfit just looked amazing on you. Jun opened the door and his brown eyes landed on your dress. His cheeks flamed pink and he walked towards you slowly, “W-why do you look so good?” You gave him a shy smile and you spun in a small circle, “Really?” Looking back in the mirror, you adjusted the sweetheart line that hugged against your cleavage tightly. The whole dressed hugged your body in just the right places and made you look innocent yet extremely sensual. He gulped loudly and placed his hand on your shoulders, “B-Baobei,” he looked at you through the mirror, “Why are you so beautiful?” He had a serious expression on his face and he asked with a confused tone. You blushed and looked away, “Junhui..” He circled his thumbs around your shoulders and said, “No I’m serious, Y/N.” He spun you around so you faced him, “Do you know how lucky I am to be in love with an extremely beautiful girl? Do you notice when other guys look at you?” Do you notice that you are just pure perfection.“ You blushed again and looked into his eyes that showed seriousness.
"God, I love you Junhui.”


After a long, tiring day of work, I walk into the house I share with Joe. I kick off my shoes and hang up my bag in record time. The weight of the day hasn’t hit me until right this very moment. It seems almost impossible that I’m this exhausted from one day of work. Realizing the “weekend” is officially here because Joe should be landing home in the morning, a bubble of excitement rumbles low in my belly. H

eaded towards the stairs to our room, I shrug off my dress and let my hair down, deciding that a warm shower before he gets home would do me some good. I feel something squishy under my foot. I look down and coating the steps in abundance are pink and red rose petals. The center is cleared off like a pathway. My curiosity piques and I follow the path straight to the front door of the bedroom. I push the door open and stop mid-stride, my heart literally skipping a beat. The rose petal path continues to the front of our bed. Candles are lit sporadically around the room to give the room a soft glow, along with the fairly lights decorating the tufted headboard. 

 Joe is wearing a fitted, charcoal suit. It clings to him perfectly, etching out his broad shoulders, his thick biceps, his powerful thighs… I bite my lip in reflex. Damn. Under closer inspection, I spot two flutes of champagne in his hands. Something in my brain reminds me that I have a voice and I can use it. 

 I lick my now dry lips and clear my throat. “You’re home early…” Really? That’s what you see upon seeing this gorgeous man? A dark and dangerous smile grows on his face. 

“Yes. And it seems I’m a little overdressed." 

My cheeks flush. He’s seen me naked more times than we can count, but he never fails to make me blush. At least the lacey bra and thong match. "I agree.” I drop my dress to the floor and slowly strut over to my man. “Care to do something to even the playing field?" 

 He holds he flute to my lips, urging me to take a sip. I oblige. It’s pink, sweet, and chilled to perfection. "My beautiful lady is eager tonight.” His brow lifts a fraction. I notice my tiring day is long behind me. 

I tug at his tie so that he’ll lean over and give me a taste of his lips. “It may have something to do with my incredibly handsome man being home early." 

 I take his bottom lip between my teeth, sucking gently at the plump lip and getting a hit of the champagne and his own natural taste. And God he smells divine. He sets the flutes on the dresser, not really caring for their placement and then his arms are circling my body. The velvety pads of his fingers roam freely, massaging my skin and coaxing a small moan out of me. I sometimes forget how much I miss him when he’s gone. It drives me crazy but I’m grateful he’s doing what he loves when he’s back in my arms. I curl my fingers along his shirt feeling the grooves of his torso, his hard chest, and up to his thick neck. I wrap my arms around him. I’m quickly lifted to wrap my legs around his waist. I groan in utter annoyance when his lips leave mine. When I open my eyes again, he’s gazing down at me with the boyish grin I love to death. I tilt my head. 


"I put in a request for a small vacation. It got approved. So I’ll be home for a little over a week." 

My mouth drops in the most unlady like fashion. "Storyline?” I ask. 

 "Yes. And for us, my beautiful lady.“ Chances like this don’t come around easily so I know better than to question it any further. I’m beyond stoked that he’s home, but annoyed that I still work. Maybe I can put in for some of my own vacation days. 

"For us. I like that.” I smile so wide my cheeks hurt. 

 With a swift lick, and then a kiss to my lips, Joe whispers, “Happy two-year anniversary, beautiful." 

My heart completely melts inside me. "Happy two-year anniversary, handsome.”