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kaicubus · 1 year

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Minor Indulgences | Kano Mira

warnings ✩° : smut, superiority kink, over stimulation, fem oral!receiving, fem fingering!receiving, praise, sadism, loss of virginity!reader, food imagery used to describe certain parts, use of the nickname darling.

pairing ✩° : kano mira x fem!reader

premise ✩° : as her faithful and loyal right hand, mira suggests she rewards you with a picnic complete with small little treats and cakes. she loves the taste of each and every single one of them, including her most precious indulgence.

word count ✩° : 4.2k

authors note ✩° : blinks very slowly...

As the Queen of Hearts’ right hand assistant, you've been with Mira Kano for the entirety of your time in the Borderlands. At first, a ruthless mastermind was all she was to you, but over time it became increasingly easier to see that she truly was perfect in anyway. She was pure insanity and pure righteousness, and you admired every aspect of her.

“You called for me, your majesty?” You say meekly, holding your arms close to your chest and standing tall beside her. At a specific hour of every day, you look forward to seeing Mira outside in her rose garden, each flower and bud delicately cared for by you, as she nibbles on light confectioneries and sips from meticulously steeped red rose petals—the same ones you had grown. Mira savors her time there and no one is allowed to even step foot in her sacred garden without her approval, so it came as a surprise to you that she called for you specifically.

You don't like to brag, but both you and the few other assistants knew that without you, the Red Queen would lose her head. She enjoyed the calculated schedule you prepared for her every day, especially her garden tea times because that's when she would be able to truly relax.

Despite being called and arriving earlier to avoid her majesty's wrath, Mira doesn't look your way until she takes a sip from her tea. Carefully, you watch her rose tinted lips press against the fine porcelain, not even bothering to blow on the piping hot liquid as it fills her throat smoothly.

“Y/n.” Mira says finally, after putting down the teacup, “There you are.”

You nod, tightly adjusting the white button up uniform Mira makes all of her staff wear, “You still have an hour left to enjoy your tea, your majesty. Is the brew too cold? I could make a fresh pot if that’s what her majesty wants.”

Mira raises her perfectly gloved hand to you, signaling for you to stop talking. You obey quickly and bow your head.

“Y/n. Do you know why I’ve asked you to come to me in the middle of my time in my wonderful garden?” Mira grins, “The tea is perfect as always, and so are the desserts. Have you ever taken pity on me for doing all of this, alone?”

You lift your head and shake in disagreement, “No, your majesty. Never.”

“Well,” She coos, “I take pity on myself. All of this, and no one to share it with. Which is why I want you to join me.” Mira takes her pinky and swipes it along the surface of one of the small strawberry shortcakes on the confectionery display to the left of her. The icing kisses the thin, velvet material that squeezes her fingers taught and you watch as she slowly glides the gentle whipped sweetness on her tongue.

“You should try some.” Mira leans forward eagerly with her thin, ebony eyebrows raised, licking her lips clean, “It’s just how I like it.”

“Oh! Oh no I couldn't possibly! Your majesty this is your time, I wouldn't even think of intruding.”

“It is everything but an intrusion, Y/n.” Mira tugs off her glove and rests it next to her, revealing her pale fingers as well as her red nail polished manicure. She must've gotten them done a few days ago given the pristine state of them. There were many occasions in the past where you've stayed awake dreaming of the day Mira would ever think about touching you with her hands, tapping your face with her palms and placing her mouth on yours. Such dreams remained in your head, however, because surely, the time would never come.

It was like she saw right through you when she extends her bare hand to you, curling her finger and beckoning you forward.

“I-I do apologize, but I can’t, your majesty.” You sheepishly grab the end of your tucked shirt, accidentally making your appearance less than perfect, “A-Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

She cuts your apology short with a small laugh, tilting her head on her hand elegantly, “My, you truly are a delight, aren't you darling? Come, sit down, I think our time together has been long overdue.”

She looks at you unexpectedly, eyes risen into perfectly equal slits. Not daring to waste her time, you nod and take a seat on the elegantly ivory wired chair, making sure to smooth your charcoal colored pencil skirt flat. You clear your throat and adjust your hair, meeting her empty stare with a nervous smile.

“Here, try this first.” Mira says. In her hands, a miniature fruit tart presents itself to you. The fruit, as prepared by the chef, looks appetizing but not appetizing enough to graciously accept Mira’s offer without hesitating. “Go on, take it.” She beckons again, nodding her head and lowering her hand down to appear more friendly in hopes you take the pastry out of her possession.

“Y-Yes, your majesty.”

With that, Mira smiles and leans forward, studying each and every one of your features, making sure no trait of yours gets left upturned by her stare. You can’t help but feel exposed.

“Tell me, Y/n, what’s something you've always wanted to do in the Borderlands?” She questions deeply, creeping her fingers towards the edge of the plate in front of you. As you continue to chew as quickly as you can, she speaks once more, “Something you never thought could happen. What is that?”

Swallowing, you wipe your mouth, “Such a question...I have to ask your majesty, what for?”

“From now on, I want you to call me by my name. Mira.” She drops her jaw to pronounce it, “Mi-ra. I am still your majesty, but I want you and you only to call me by my name.” Her fingertips dance along her cheekbone, “But, I want to know you more. After all, I’ve always found you very interesting and skilled at what you do.”

“Very well, your majesty—I-I mean, Mira.”

“I feel like after all this time, we don’t know each other that well. Tell me about yourself. What do you do when you aren’t around me?”

“Well, personally all I do is look after you, your ma—Mira. There isn't a job in the Borderlands that I’d rather do.” You smile sweetly at your boss, “As for something I’ve thought of, I can’t recall.”

Her pouted lips become a signature characteristic of her dissatisfaction towards your answer, “Seriously? Nothing?”

Shaking your head, you lie once more, “I’m afraid not.” You reach your hand out to take a sip from the already filled tea cup next to you, happily wondering what exactly the Queen of Hearts’ tea tasted like. You could've sampled from the head chef, but in this moment you're convinced the tea would taste a thousand times better than it ever would.

There was no doubt that Mira was an elegant figure and as her assistant, a part of you wanted to match her elegance in the form of sipping from her special brew.

As you become lost in the flavor of the swirling notes of delicate fragrant blossoms and a sweet vanilla aftertaste, Mira becomes lost in your posture, your stance, your expression. Almost like she’s pleased with how much you're enjoying being with her, Mira leans forward to indulge in a bit of fun.

Taking another long sip, that’s when you hear a hollow knock below the table and feel a familiar, nylon material stroke itself against the side of your calf ever so slightly shortly after. You blink, fluttering your eyelids in a moment of shock as the feeling isn't anything like you've felt before. It’s cold, stiff, but weirdly flexible, and it keeps rubbing against you like it’s waiting, practically looking forward to your reaction. Putting two and two together, after looking at Mira’s sly grin, you start to choke on your tea.

You both stare at each other as the force of your cough splatters the red tinted liquid from your mouth straight to your top, staining the already thin, white material and soaking it so that it translucently sticks to your skin. As expected, Mira smiles and lifts her chin happily.

“Ah. Be careful.” She chuckles mystically, “It’s very hot, darling.”

At this point, the temperature was the least of your worries. After all, no matter how shy and meek you present yourself around Mira, you're her right hand for a reason. Your body has been trained to withstand anything that could ever want to harm you. But, did Mira really just flirt with you just now? The look on her face is unmistakable : there was something you had that she wanted. But what?

Mira rolls her bare shoulders back some more as she stares at your blouse, still laughing at the mess you've made because of her, “Oh Y/n, I didn't expect you to be so messy. Here, let me help you.”

You watch helplessly as Mira presses herself into the edge of the table, pushing herself towards you with a napkin in hand. Practically paralyzed and immobile you become at the touch of her slowly blotting against your chest. With only a few careless wipes, Mira leans back and kisses her teeth, “No, no that simply won’t do.”

You quickly stand, “I-I’ll go change! It’s no problem, I’ll be right back!”

“No.” Her voice goes dark, “Stay put.”

The abrupt change in her once lighthearted voice stops you in your tracks and you're forced to look at her as she stands up as well. Too scared to say anything, you just watch as Mira sways her hips towards you, soon facing you directly. A heat quickly flies to your face once it settles in that Mira was not only looking at you, but into you.

“It’s true that I don’t want you to leave. Not yet.” She says, “But, surely it’s a waste to waste such delicious tea. I’ll help you get undressed, come.”

Undressed?

Your body responds first, completely compliant to your Queen’s orders as you step, now in front of her. She smiles pleasantly and curls her arm onto your waist, manually hoisting you into her presence. With a quick, ‘tch’ Mira’s hands slowly slither their way to your torso, finding their place directly on top of your chest, toying with the small buttons between her fingers.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. You count in your head to try and distract yourself from the fact this was all happening right now. Your buttons fly off with just a few flicks of Mira’s wrist and by the end of it, she’s left admiring the bareness of your top without any filter whatsoever.

“Mira,” you sigh breathlessly, “I can do this all myself, you don’t have to—”

Just then, the hand that once held your shirt open freely rips it open to fully expose your chest, letting the fabric fall from your shoulders down to your waist. She must've not liked what you had to say. Suddenly, before you can protest her sudden act, her hands cup your breasts and gingerly push them up so that your skin flawlessly meets her lips.

You gasp out, mouth gaping open in genuine shock as you buck your hips forward in reflex. Mira on the other hand, relentlessly continues licking bold stripes slowly into your skin almost as if with every lick she tastes, the more close she feels to you. You look down with eyes watery from her intrusion and heightened embarrassment and notice red. Red from her lipstick slathered on her lips with the upmost care, all over you.

“Hngh! Mira! What are you doing?!” You cry out, trying to move her head away from you, but you're too weak, “Ngh!”

You can feel the warmth of her tongue slowly glide across the bottom of your collarbone, just above your breast, spreading her saliva all across your skin as she slurps up what’s left of the tea. You’re unable to hold back, not even your hands guarding your mouth can prevent your small whimpers from being heard by the woman in front of you.

Very soon it becomes clear that you had never done anything sexual of the sort with anybody before. The realization quirks Mira’s mouth into a sadistic, curious grin as she plucks her lips away from you for just a second. “My my, darling! Could it be that you've never done anything like this before? That can’t be. Are you a virgin..?”

Embarrassment surges to your cheeks in the form of a dark, pink hue and you quickly start to tremble, “N-No!” you lie, in hopes that would please her, “I-I’m...somewhat experienced. But still! There’s napkins and cloths! Why would you??”

She ignores your panicked thoughts, “My darling, no one would ever get so nervous so quickly from this if they've had sex before. Am I making you nervous, darling?” She hisses against your ear, parting her lips with the tip of her tongue as she leans close enough for your senses to get overwhelmed by her suffocating, regal scent. “If there’s any chance I’m right, there’s really no use in lying, Y/n. I’ll happily be your first and your only, would you like that? Because I know I would love it.”

She was oh so right. At least with her, you could trust she would take care of you and have all her attention on you. A part of you liked that idea.

You bring your attention back to the woman in front of you, knowing you aren't going to reject her offer in any means. She grins, reading your mind, “Let me take care of you. Your body is so soaked already, what a bother. All the tea’s spilled over your shirt...your bra...even down here...” Before her hands can reach past your shirt, you hold her wrist gently and look at her with glossy eyes.

“M-Mira, wait a second!” Rather than continuing, Mira looks up at you and her fingers stop directly in between your legs, awaiting your next words. “Don’t you think...it feels wrong doing something like this out in the open? Shouldn't we go inside first?”

“Oh you poor dear. You've forgotten, no one else is up here but you and me. Not even a camera or two. Unfortunately.” She winks, playfully peaking her tongue out from her lips, “Besides, if anyone does show up, I’ll have their head.” No doubt about it. You swallow thickly and nod, earning a smile from your queen as she dips her hand back to it’s rightful spot.

Within a few seconds, Mira has you with your back pressed against the back of the chair, hands wedged tight in between your thighs, massaging your growing slick just in your skirt. There’s no telling how many times she’s done this before, or how many times she’s imagined this exact scenario on repeat in her head but judging off of how easily she unravels you, it’s impossible not to think about it.

Mira takes several long pauses to gaze at your expression, taking the time to savor each pretty whimper and each suppressed moan. She can’t help but bite her lip in response, “Ah, does that feel good my love?”

“Yes!” You let out, embarrassingly quick, but you can’t find the need to care. She’s already seen you at your most vulnerable, or so you think. The sweat from your forehead glides down to your cheeks and you feel a rolling, rushing sensation start to build in your abdomen. You feel how her fingers, from gently caressing your clothed entrance to vigorously rubbing in fluid motions, dip in and side to side, only earning more mewls of sheer pleasure from you. It’s only a matter of time before Mira has enough and kicks the chair from behind you, under you and pushes you onto it.

Shocked that she changes your position so quick, you go to speak, only to be quickly silenced by your majesty’s lips capturing yours. Her generous tongue slips into your mouth and begins to swipe over your tongue, leaving no trace of any tea of dessert left, instead only her own lustful taste. It burns like no other.

You desperately thrust forward into her hand, silently giving her the go ahead to continue what ever she has planned, wishing and only yearning for the thing you’ve always dreamed of. And Mira eagerly does so.

Using her unoccupied hand to nearly tear your skirt off you, Mira slides her gloved hand slowly into your panties, moving the fabric from her most precious treat of all. Before you know it, you feel her slender fingers poke and prod at your entrance, swirling your overflowing wetness over your clit and on the outside of your pussy, making sure to give attention to all of you. You let out an uncontrolled moan when her fingers easily glide into you, not afraid anymore.

“Does that feel nice?” Mira coos when she rips away from your mouth, panting hot air onto your swollen lips, “Do you like when I touch you here, darling?” You watch as her body moves in ripples, practically pleasuring herself at the sight of your fucked out expression, desperate for you to tell her how she makes you feel so she can relieve herself already. And who are you to deprive her of that?

You lean your head back and whine, “Mira you're making me feel so good. Please, don't stop, don't ever stop.”

You watch as Mira stares into your eyes, hungry—no, starved—for your taste on her tongue. She can barely contain herself, but she manages to do so for just a little longer. With an evil grin, she pulls her fingers out of you and opens her mouth, showing off her tongue and sliding your arousal onto the middle of it. “Sweeter than any dessert.” She says to herself, “I need more, more!”

Resting your ankles on her shoulders, you hear as her breath hitches in an attempt to swallow her excitement as if she’s telling herself not to have too much fun. But the thrill is too opaque to ignore, better than any game between life or death ever.

“So this is what you look like, darling?” Mira speaks slow and tauntingly, refusing to remove her eyes from your glistening cunt, “You truly are as beautiful as I ever wanted you to be. Does this hurt? You’re so wet for me, I find it hard that it feels comfortable right now. I can fix it though.” She hooks her fingers on each side of your inner thighs, spreading your legs open just enough to expose your arousal.

“I can’t help it.” You choke back, swallowing the excess saliva practically pooling inside your mouth, “When you look at me in this way...I can’t help it...”

“Well, youre my favoirte after all. How can I not look at you?” Her sweet words trickle between your thighs like some sort of forbidden honey, only indulging in your ever flowing sweetness seeping between your legs.

You throw your head back, rolling your neck onto your shoulder to try and get a better look at the woman in front of you, only showing your vulnerability towards her.

“Mhm...that’s it. Good girl, darling. I can’t wait to see how you taste.” She tilts her head slowly and dips her face just centimeters from your pussy, fanning her breath over your wetness. You shudder at the shrill coldness of your most sensitive part. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

You nod eagerly, but not too eagerly, knowing how much Mira despises having her fun spoiled. But how could you stay calm? The most feared mastermind of the Borderlands, your mastermind, is so close to you—closer than you'd ever imagined or dreamed for her to be. Everything about her is perfect, even up close and spread on the ground. From where you’re sitting, her lashes look as long and full as ever and her perfect, pristine skin shines even in the shadows of your legs. She’s regal. Absolutely perfect.

Before you can get lost in your own thoughts, Mira doesn't bother wasting any time as the pink tongue of hers quickly buries itself into your pussy, her lips pressing a kiss onto your entrance, humming vibrations in between your thighs from a long awaited daydream come to life. Letting out a low moan, your hips buck down into her mouth, unintentionally causing the tip of her pale nose to nudge against the hood of your painfully swollen clit. With a few more kisses, you can feel the way her cupids bow mashes against your folds and her tongue, gently splitting you open to taste more of you.

You whimper, slowly succumbing to the growing fire in your now shaking limbs. You can feel all the pent up pleasure burning at every edge in your body like a moth to a flame. “It’s so sensitive right here.” Mira whispers deeply and pushes her tongue back into your pussy, “Do you like it when I lick you right here? It’s so sweet, I can’t control myself.” Her words throw you for another loop, nails digging deep into the plushness of your own thighs, grinding against her. Pleasure runs its course through your body, convulsing and thrusting your hips in short spurts but she proceeds to lick stripes and circles, flicking her tongue side to side and making lewd, sloppy noises into your cunt.

Once the pleasure becomes too much, you let her name carelessly fall from your lips, “M-Mira wait!” No matter how many times you tell her, or would tell her to stop, Mira could care less and continues. All she wants is to make you hers. Her intensity milks your cries from your raw throat, unable to fathom the speed at which her tongue and fingers work together to chase every writhing spasm from your body. She pushes you into more and more until you're on the edge of your seat, gripping onto her matte charcoal hair, silently wishing she would slow down or give you a break. Your actions cause her to move directly up to the top of your pussy, a place where she didn't want to be just yet.

Annoyed at your sudden movement of her place, Mira moves back down easily with a firm grip on your buckled knees and hoists you up so your ass shifts back further onto the chair. “Don’t move.” Her voice darkens as she takes a breath of air, “Stay still for me, ok?” As she speaks, the rest of the world around you becomes a hazy blur. Within seconds, you forget you're even still in the garden, sunlight still shining through the lattice and glass above like any normal day, despite it being not normal in the slightest.

Your apologies fall out in a way you were too ashamed to admit, “M’sorry! M’so so sorry! Your majesty I—HNGH!”

She wanted to grab you at that point, anger taking control when she grits her teeth, “Mira. Say it again.”

“Mira!” you scream, “Mira Mira Mira!!”

“That’s good.” She looks back down at your stomach, and continues at the same intensity and pressure as before. Running the tip of her tongue up and down your folds, she gathers your slick in long strides, greedily stealing all of your arousal. Slow and steady, you can tell how much experience Mira has or at least fronts to have, but you’d at least hope that she knew by the throbbing of your needy clit that she would slow down and save you from the growing embarrassment of cumming too quickly. Just by looking at her alone, there were multiple occasions where you would end the day with a growing wetness between your thighs and a fuzzy mind. Now, there was no escaping that, or the fact that Mira seemingly knew every button to press even you didn't know.

The familiar feeling returns and very quickly you begin to squeeze your eyes shut, the bleakness of nothingness greeting you but the feeling of Mira’s hot tongue licking its way into you, not disappearing like you thought it would. With her voice in the background, happily humming, and your loud and messy cries, you chase your release and whine out desperately, locking your legs around the back of her neck trying to ground her into you as you cum. To your surprise, she doesn't mind at all.

Riding out your orgasm, Mira holds you tightly and squeezes your sides gently, looking up at you through her lashes and staring at you with her dark, hooded eyes. Within a few writhing seconds of twitching and trembling, Mira laps up your juices and scoots back just enough to look at you as a whole. As you're panting for air, trying to fill the lack thereof in your chest, Mira grins and raises her hand to her mouth, pressing down on her glistening lips as she giggles, “Did I make you feel good, darling? You’re so cute and you taste so sweet.” She leans forward and rubs your ankle.

You can’t help but bite your lip, still trembling as you respond, “U-Uh huh...Y-Yes. F’eels so good Mira...”

She laughs again, lifting herself from the ground and tucking her hair behind her ear to show her face, “Why don’t we get back inside, Y/n? I’m sure we’re well behind schedule. But, it looks like you need some time to recover.”

And she doesn’t? You swallow and nod your head, losing your grip on the chair to get up as well, ending up slipping and plopping right back down. “U-Uhm...Sorry Mira I—”

She shakes her head dismissively, “Don’t. Let me help you.” Mira holds out a hand to you and you accept it gently.

“Thank you, Mira.” Your voice is small, but still managing to stand up as Mira guides you with a soft hold on your elbows. Just as you stand up next to her, she presses a reassuring kiss onto your cheek and looks at you with a still, spine chilling grin, but now it seems to have a double meaning. You didn’t care what it meant.

“Let’s make this a part of my schedule, yes? We need to catch up for as long as we’ve known each other, right darling?”

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kkurades · 1 year

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ CANDY POP aib characters taking their childlike s/o to an amusement park (headcannons!)

hikari kuina —

- you two would be jumping around while going on all the rollercoasters there are

- you’d buy all kinds of sweets and it’s honestly a miracle that you didn’t throw up

- she’d probably have an arm wrapped around you while you waited in lines

- the two of you would go on the scariest, most extreme rollercoaster there is and you’d sit there with wide smiles and arms thrown in the air

- you’d exchange small kisses throughout the day but nothing too much though

- you would also go into the small photo booth to make cute pictures that you ended up splitting in two so you could both have two pictures

- on the way back home kuina would fall asleep on your shoulder

mira kano —

- i honestly have no clue as to how this woman does anything

- I think she’ll be cool with going on any attraction that you want to go on

- she’ll buy you some cotton candy and she’ll hold your hand all day long

- you really wanted to try out an interactive attraction so you went on the buzz lightyear astro blasters

- you’ll be laughing constantly while trying to win but unfortunately your girlfriend is a master at winning

- but if she’s in a good mood she’ll let you win

- she’ll kiss you often while smiling brightly at you

- but it’s mostly on moments where you look at her with your child like innocence

- idk why but I think she’d buy the two of you a fast pass

morizono aguni —

- aguni would have never even stepped foot into an amusement park if it weren’t for you

- he’ll let you drag him around if it made you happy

- he was very skeptical when you said you wanted to go in the bumper cars but he agreed nonetheless

- he wouldn’t want to be the one behind the wheel because he doesn’t understand the fun of it

- meanwhile you’re very happy that you get to ride while he’s your passenger princess

- my man would be mortified the moment you start moving

- you bump into everyone which made them all target you

- the two of you would get hit every second and aguni swears that he’ll never let you drive a car if this is how you actually drive

- but it’s alright because he’s ready to drive you anywhere <3

- (in the evening he’ll have to carry you to the car bc you’re that tired)

rizuna ann —

- this woman acts more like your mother than your girlfriend

- anytime you eat something and decide to go on a rollercoaster she scolds you while telling you that you’ll throw it up later

- she’ll only go on attractions that she deems interesting enough so you’ll never be able to convince her to go in the teacups or carousel

- so you’re really excited when she agrees to go on the drop tower

- but it really wasn’t as you expected lol

- while you and all the other people were screaming like crazy she was calmly sitting next to you enjoying the view of the park while you were falling at a speed of 60 miles per hour

- and when it ends your hair will be all messy while she looks like she just jumped out of a model magazine

- but you don’t really care bc she let you hold her hand during the ride

ryohei arisu —

- tbh arisu would be the perfect person to take to an amusement park in my opinion

- he’d buy you some food the moment you enter and he’d try to win you a plushie (when he doesn’t win he blames the game, telling you how it’s made so you can’t win)

- but most of the time he wins every plushie in the machine

- you’d take him to the chair swing ride which he’ll love

- when it’s your turn the two of you rush to get two chairs next to one another

- at first he’ll hold your hand really tightly because it’s higher than he expected

- but after a few seconds he’ll relax

- that is until you have your arms in the air while your feet are swinging wildly

- this man is not taking any risks and holds your hand like his life depends on it

- but he’ll look at you with heart eyes when your smiling so brightly

shuntaro chishiya —

- this man wasn’t planning on spending his day off at the amusement park but you somehow miraculously managed to convince him

- the whole day long he’d hold your hand bc ‘otherwise you’ll get lost’ even though he’s probably shorter than you

- chishiya didn’t really go on any attractions but he did buy a shit ton of food that he ate while watching you

- he honestly just followed you while whining about how childish and boring it was which saddened you slightly

- after having taken notice in the change of your mood he’ll try to make it up by taking you to the ferris wheel

- he’ll mostly just listen to you talk while having an arm wrapped around your shoulders and his thigh was pressed against your own

- at the top of the ferris wheel he’ll stop it so you could admire the view while he admires you

- won’t ever mention it again and expects you to do the same

suguru niragi —

- this man claims that he will only go on scary rollercoasters and not on attractions for six year olds

- but while you’re waiting in line to get on a very high and fast rollercoaster you’re spewing out facts about it that you read online including incidents and deaths

- and when the two of you are finally being seated in the roller coaster he’ll question all of his life choices when he thinks about your words earlier

- his eyes are darting around but this man can’t escape when you’re sitting excitedly next to him

- he grips his seat so tight that his knuckles turn completely white while his other hand is cutting of the blood circulation in yours

- then he managed to scream for two minutes straight until it ends

- and you’ll look at him with wide eyes bc he was screaming as if he’ll die any second

- after that experience he took you to less dangerous attractions and refused to go on anything that could ‘kill you’

takatora samura —

- to be honest i don’t think he’d go out of his house but i can’t just write nothing

- samura wouldn’t really like attractions and prefers staying on the sidelines watching you with adoring eyes

- but after so much begging you finally convinced him to join you on the carousel

- you’d immediately go to the horse which meant that he’d go to the horse next to yours bc you’re the only reason why he’s even there

- he wouldn’t really see the fun in it but he’d enjoy watching you talk excitedly while the colourful lights lightened your face

- while you’re sitting on the horses your fingers are linked which made him slightly blush

- that’s the only thing you’ll get him on though

- on the train ride back home you’ll be sound asleep against his shoulder which he deems as his favourite part of the day

yuzuha usagi —

- you would be walking hand in hand through the park while sharing a cotton candy when you saw the spinning teacups

- you’d drag her through the crowd of people while not letting go of her hand as she giggled behind you

- while you waited in line you’d eat the last of your cotton candy which she fed you

- when you’d actually get into the attraction you immediately reach for the wheel

- you’d spin it as fast as you could while listening to your girlfriend’s laughter

- usagi was almost sure that you’ll break the teacup when you didn’t stop spinning

- your hair would be a mess and you’d both have trouble walking out of the attraction in a straight line while giggling like school girls

- you definitely bought more cotton candy after that

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