#also this is p unedited so apologies

[eomayas]

crawling back to you • ljh

pairing: producer!woozi x f!reader, exes2l

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! angst & fluff

synopsis: reader sees her ex boyfriend for the first time after avoiding him for months, and they realize just how much they miss each other

warnings: p in v, fingering, unprotected s*x (reader takes BC), praise, dirty talk, groveling, drinking, they’re at a club

a/n: eeeek sorry i’ve been MIA! i hope u like this. unedited. excuse any plot inconsistencies i started this weeks ago. will be finishing up reqs soon!!

music blares through the club speakers and bodies fill up what feels like every square inch of space available. your drink sloshes in your cup when a club-goer collides with your shoulder, a drunken “sorry” thrown your way as they stagger off. luckily, nothing spills on you and you got an apology.

walking up the stairs to the section your friends got, doubt and anxiety creep around the corners of your brain, the cage of butterflies in your stomach ready to be released. here’s the thing: your ex is up in this section, here because this night is partially about him and partially because your friends guilt tripped him into coming. otherwise, you know he wouldn’t be here. you also wouldn’t be here, if not for being tired of skipping out of fun activities just to avoid him. it’s tiring making up excuses as to why you can’t go to something whenever you catch wind of him being invited as well.

that’s really the problem with your breakup; you shared a group of friends. they all vowed to not get involved, staying true to their word on being impartial, though sometimes you wish they’d show favoritism and not invite him to things, just for your sake.

tonight, you’re here because you’re tired of being tired, tired of being afraid of running into him. you even stopped frequenting the places you used to go together because of the mere threat of possibly running into him. you’re tired of it.

also, you came because you knew he’d be here. not that that matters, or anything.

stepping into the section, you take a sip of your drink to calm yourself, before you’re spotted by soonyoung who waves at you enthusiastically. “y/n! you came!” he cries, jumping up from the couch and nearly tackling you in a hug. he hugs you around the shoulders and squeezes you tightly, and you can smell the alcohol wafting from his breath. “i’m so happy you’re here!” he slurs, and you wonder how many drinks he’s had.

when he releases you, you can’t help but return the toothy smile he gives you. “me too,” you say, though you’re not really sure yet. placing a hand on his cheek, you gently pat him. “youre drunk.” you declare, giggling when he smiles proudly.

out of all of the friends you shared with jihoon, you got the closest to soonyoung. probably because he was always around, but his personality is infectious and he’s just overall a good time. it sucked when you and jihoon broke up because you saw less of him until he reached out a few weeks after to reassure you that he wasn’t ‘picking sides’, but was trying to be there for his friend. you understood, but you needed a friend too.

you and soonyoung release each other, and he grabs your hand and begins to drag you over to where he’s sitting. knowing how close him and jihoon are, you relent and try to pull yourself back. “no, hosh, i don’t think it’s a good idea,” you start to panic, eyes frantically scanning the section for any sign of him.

“nooo, he’s not even sitting with me!” he pouts, rolling his eyes. you furrow your eyebrows at him, and he sighs, gnawing on his lip like you’re goin to hate what he’s about to say. clearing his throat, he says, “he’s made a friend.”

you ignore the pang in your chest and swallow down the lump in your throat. everything in you stops you from whipping your head around in search of him and this new found friend of his. shrugging your shoulders, you attempt to act nonchalant and like you don’t care, but soonyoung sees right through your facade. “good for him,” you say, but it comes out like fuck you.

“let’s drink.”

tipsy, not drunk. that’s your goal for tonight, and you’re dangerously on the verge of approaching drunk, the shot glass in front of you tempting. jeonghan raises his eyebrows at you from across the table, his shot glass hovering in the air. you eye the cup full of liquor, stomach roiling at the thought of taking even a sip. with resignation, you shake your head at last and lean back against the couch, a collective groan and pleading coming from your friends.

“cmonnnnnnn!” they say in unison, making you cover your face and shrink against the cushion.

“this is peer pressure, you know,” you say, pulling your hands from your face and looking at the shot glass. it’s practically calling your name (or maybe it’s seungcheol complaining at you), waiting for you to drink it. “nah, guys, i’m tapping out.” you declare.

“i’ll drink it,” wonwoo says, reaching across the table and grabbing your shot. he clinks both of the drinks in his hands against everybody else’s before downing one after the other. you watch in astonishment, feeling slightly nauseous for him, and a drink is placed in front of you on the table.

“water,” soonyoung says before you can question him, and sets a few more glasses down. somehow, despite his drunken state earlier, he’s managed to sober up as you drank more and more, despite it being his idea to keep on drinking.

you thank him and immediately grab the glass and begin chugging, not realizing how dehydrated you are.

“can i cut in?” you freeze, nearly choking on your water, and pray to the heavens that that voice doesn’t belong to who you are 101% sure it belongs to. you’ll never not know that voice, never not hear it ringing through your head when you watch a tv show you both liked or walk by your favorite restaurants. all the blood in your body rushes to your face, cheeks and neck burning red.

sliding your eyes from the table in front of you and up to the voice, it’s like your brain is wiped of every thought in your head and your senses are working over time. suddenly the music feels too loud, and the lights too bright, and your dress too tight. jihoon is looking down at you, chewing on his bottom lip nervously—a habit he’d never been able to shake.

you realize much too late that he’s waiting for an answer from you, being under his gaze after so long of even seeing him making your brain work extra hard to process anything. jihoon stands above you, looking sexier than ever in all black with hair pulled back, a few loose strands framing his face. you nod choppily, hands clutching your water glass so hard that it might break from the pressure.

everyone at the table magically disappears after that, soonyoung vanishing from your side the moment you tipped your chin up. the only sign of anyone else having been sat around you are the empty glasses littered across the table.

jihoon takes a seat next to you on the couch, not so subtly wiping his palms on his pants. “are you gonna throw that at me?” he says as a greeting, nodding down at the glass in your hands.

at that, your grip loosens and you set the drink on the table, wiping the condensation from the glass on your dress. “no,” you reply, meeting his eyes. jihoons face softens when you look at him, and you wish you didn’t notice it because you feel your heart break in your chest.

“hi,” he says.

“hi.”

there’s a gap of space between the two of you, wide enough for another person to sit. you want to scoot closer and simultaneously scoot away from him, but stay planted where you’re at. “how’ve you been? it’s good to see you, y/n,” his voice is sincere, and it makes you feel confused, and like you miss him. because you do—it’s why you’re here.

you nod, nervously sliding your hands underneath your legs. “good. it’s nice to see you too,” you reply, and you wonder if this is how the night is going to go; you agreeing with and repeating whatever he says. “how are you?”

jihoon mirrors your anxious over-nodding. “good! just been working.”

“sounds like you,” you offer, earning a smile from him that shoots straight to your chest, followed by a ripple of sadness. work. the one thing you couldn’t compete with, so you never tried. and because you never tried, you were always second. second to the music, second to the studio, second to everything you let him put above you.

sensing your discomfort at the mention of the thing that drove a wedge between the two of you, jihoon scrambles to change the subject. work is his fault, but music is something he could never give up. music is his passion, it’s his calling and his purpose in this life. he blames the hours, not the thing. “i’ve been meaning to call you, but i was trying to give you space,” he says.

you nearly scoff in his face because if anything, space was the last thing you needed or wanted from him. you wanted time, but certainly not space. he gave you enough of that while you were together. space is what you got when you allowed yourself to be second. you can only hum at his words, a proper response lost on you.

“i miss you.”

those three words echo through your skull and bounce around the corners before they land squarely in the front. i miss you. somebody had to say it first.

“you don’t show it,” you murmur, looking down at the floor. you’re acutely aware of how much space is between you when the gap lessens, his thighs centimeters from your own in an instant.

“hm? i couldn’t hear you,” his mouth is very near your ear, leaving you no space if you were to turn your head to look at him. you go to lean back against the couch to put some distance between the two of you, but collide with his arm that is strewn over the back of it.

a surge of nerves runs through your body. finding a new sense of boldness, you scoot away from him and turn towards him, looking him square in the eye. “i said, you don’t show it,” jihoon blinks at you, mulling over your words.

“i don’t show it?” he asks, leaning in. you shake your head, your eyes never leaving his. jihoon brings a hand up to rub his bottom lip. those lips. your eyes drag down to rest upon the soft, pink lips that adorn his face. you fight the urge to trace his bottom lip with your thumb, grateful for the darkness of the club because your face is on fire. “well, it’s true though. i miss you.”

in place of a response, you pick up your water glass and chug the rest. you can feel him watching you, his eyes burning right through you. it’s bad enough that you’ve been craving his presence ever since you called things off with him, but having him this close so soon wasn’t exactly as easy as you dreamed it to be. you’re hot under his gaze, and the water is doing nothing to cool you down.

“you don’t act like it. you didn’t even call,” and maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or you’re simply feeling extra bold but you can’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth.

jihoon works his jaw and pushes a few strands of hair out of his face. “i didn’t think you wanted to hear from me.”

“i’ll always want to hear from you.”

at your admission, jihoon leans back against the couch cushion, teeth running over his bottom lip. your gaze lingers on his lips for a brief moment, long enough for jihoon to catch. he shifts against the couch, and you let your thoughts get the best of you and rake your eyes over his figure, shamelessly eyeing his lap. his legs are outstretched in front of him, slightly bent at the knee and fallen open wide.

it’s been months since you’ve had sex, jihoon being your last. you’ve managed to take care of yourself, though you miss feeling full. jihoon watches you drink him in, hand curling around the back of the couch. “are you seeing anyone?” he asks, leaning forward slightly. you shake your head, looking at him pointedly. you don’t have the strength to ask him back, brain taking you back to what soonyoung said earlier. a friend. clearly, there’s something there.

he’s watching you again, and this time you don’t have anything to preoccupy yourself with under his gaze. “congratulations, by the way,” you blurt embarrassingly, trying to find something else to talk about. jihoon blinks a few times, like he’s trying to figure out why you’re congratulating him for anything. “on your music. tonight is for you, isn’t it?”

“oh. thanks. and no, it’s not for me. they just needed an excuse to go out,” he says, brushing the stray strand of hair out of his eyes. you follow the movement and let out a small sigh, hands holding onto your knees.

jihoon leans forward and rests his elbows atop his knees. his face is close to yours, mere inches away. if you leaned in towards him, your lips would brush, and you hate how aware of it you are. you should hate him, shouldn’t want to see him, and certainly shouldn’t be imagining kissing him right now. you left him. but he marked the end of your relationship.

a zing of heat spreads through your chest as you look him in the eye. the club feels too dark, too hot, too loud, and jihoon too close to you. “i need some air,” you rush, standing up on wobbly knees. you pull the hem of your dress down, making the mistake of looking down at jihoon. he stares up at you, his eyes wide as they drag up your legs. when his gaze settles on your face, his lips part and his to the darts out to lick the corner of his mouth.

you swallow the newly formed lump in your mouth and make your way towards the stairs and hobble down, hand gripping tightly to the railing. you manage to make it down the flight of stairs without embarrassing yourself and push past people to get to the exit, outside calling your name like a siren. “y/n!” or maybe it’s literally your ex calling out to you.

jihoon is right on your heels, looking a little stressed as you round the corner around the side of the club. you suck in some air and look over at him, a breeze blowing his hair out of place again. “what?”

he holds his arms out to the side for a brief moment before dropping them at his sides. “i don’t know. i don’t know what to say, i just…” he trails off with a light shake of his head, wiping around his mouth. you just stare at him, bottom lip tucked under your top lip. “i just want to talk to you, i guess. i don’t know. i miss you.” he says for the third time tonight.

you only hum, looking up at the inky black sky. you hear his shoes scuff against the pavement, and then he’s right at your side, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocking onto his heels. “i’d do it differently, if i could, you know? i fucked it all up.”

“what would you have done differently, jihoon? quit your job? stopped making music? i wasn’t going to have you resent me, jihoon,” tonight doesn’t feel like the night for this conversation, but maybe it is. maybe that’s why you came here knowingly, hoping that you’d run into him to make sense of the end of your relationship. “there’s nothing to really change, jihoon. you came home. you checked in. you did it all.” you don’t know why you’re trying to spare his feelings still, but something in you won’t let you dunk on him to his face like you did behind his back.

jihoon is listening, he hears you. but the only thing he can focus on is the way you keep saying his name, and just how much he really misses hearing you say it. blowing out a breath, he shrugs his shoulders up to his ears and drops them, eyes flicking up to you at you. your bottom lip is tucked underneath the top, your eyes already on him. your arms are crossed over your midsection, and a breeze blows a few strands of hair out of their place and jihoon has the urge to put them back, but he stops himself.

“so now what?” you ask, peering down at him. jihoon stares back at you with parted lips, eyes dropping to the ground before flicking back up to you.

“i don’t know. i just miss you, y/n,” he flicks his bangs out of his face and you purse your lips. it’s not like you don’t miss—you do, way too much, in your opinion—you just don’t necessarily know what to do with what he’s saying to you. is he expecting you to magically forget everything and take him back? should you take him back? should you even be talking to him? “you look really nice tonight.”

and he looks too good right now, too approachable, too take-back-able. he looks good enough to do something you might regret in the morning.

jihoon takes a half a step closer to you, the toe of his shoe touching your heel. you turn, interweaving your legs and pressing your abdomen against his and putting a hand on his shoulder. he swallows and ignores the thump thump thump of his heart, nerves skyrocketing the longer you look at him with your hand on him.

in an instant, you’re ducking down and pressing your lips to his. jihoon kisses you back urgently, one hand resting on your hip and the other cradling the side of your face. it’s rushed, messy, and feverish in seconds, jihoon trying his damndest to pull you impossibly closer.

he grows hard below you and the slightest brush of his erection on your leg makes you shiver and part your lips against his, allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth. jihoon drops his hand from your cheek and places it over your ass, pulling your crotch against his own. “i drove here,” he pants against your lips when he gets a moment to pull away.

that’s all you need to hear to let him lead you to his car, your heels echoing off the pavement. jihoon helps you into the back and climbs in immediately after, pulling the door closed and caging you against the backseat and the side of the door.

jihoon settles one knee on the floor of the car and the other on the seat, hands bunching your dress up around your hips as he kisses you fervently. your hands work the buttons of his shirt open, mouths pulling apart for a brief moment when you get to the end of his shirt and fumble with the last button for too long. his shirt falls open and you push it off his shoulders, and wet your lips at the sight of his bare torso.

the air in the car is thick as he sits above you, chest heaving as you drink him in. you rake your nails over the toned body that you once used to get to touch just like this. jihoon nudges your nose with his own, gently pressing his lips to yours once you angle towards him. he holds onto the headrest to brace himself, quietly groaning when you start to work his belt open.

“i need you,” you whine when his belt is pulled free, already rushing to unbutton his pants.

“lemme stretch you out first. you can’t take me yet,” and he’s not trying to be cocky (he definitely is), but he doesn’t need to know if you’ve been fucking other people to know that you definitely aren’t ready for him.

you whine at the thought of having him inside of you, your core aching with need. he’s 100% right, but you want him so bad and feel like you can’t wait.

jihoon is already working his fingers inside of you, pulling your panties down to your knees and dragging his fingers up your folds to collect your slick. he doesn’t tease you like he otherwise would if you were still together, rather he dips two fingers into your sopping, warm hole and curls them upwards. you gasp and he bites his bottom lip, pumping his fingers in and out of you.

arching against the seat, you whimper when he presses against your clit with his thumb as he works his fingers inside of you, reaching that spongy part that makes your vision spot and harsh pants leave your lips. jihoon leans down and kisses on your neck, lips dragging under your jawbone and nearing your collarbones. “i missed this,” he groans into your neck, teeth lightly nipping at the soft skin there. you only buck your hips in response and bury a hand in his hair. “missed you and this perfect pussy.”

a soft grunt escapes you when he slips in a third finger. “you take my fingers so well, baby,” he adds, pulling back from your neck to look down at where you mold around his three fingers. you suck him in greedily, and it still doesn’t feel like enough.

“hoon, i want you,” you whimper, tugging on his hair. his eyes fall closed as he lets you pull on his hair, head falling back as you do it. “i can take it.” you add, pussy clenching around his fingers. you bring your other hand over to pull down his zipper, eagerly pushing at the waistband.

“you sure?” he asks, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, fingers still moving inside of you. you nod and lean up from the seat and press your chest into his, turning your head to connect your lips in a sloppy kiss.

jihoon pulls his fingers out of you and pull away from you to shove his pants down to his ankles, haphazardly wiping his hand on the fabric of his boxers. jihoon throws himself onto the seat next to you and tugs you onto his lap, one hand making use of unzipping the back of your dress and helping you out of it, followed by your bra and panties.

you’re left in just your heels and him in just his open shirt, his hard cock flat against his stomach. jihoon palms your breasts, letting out a breath when you rock against his lap. “fuck, i need you so bad,” you say, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his neck. reaching between the two of you, you take his thick shaft in your hand and slowly start pumping him, reveling in how he pants into your ear and grips onto your ass tightly.

“i wanna feel you, baby. ride me,” he rasps, biting his lip to hold in a whimper when you swipe your thumb over his tip. you raise your hips and position him at your entrance before slowly sinking down on him, gasping when the head of his cock presses into your hole and stretches you out. “fuckkkk.” he drawls, leaning his head back against the seat.

you hold onto his shoulders for support as you move lower and lower onto him, breathing quickening with each inch you take. his cock fills you up in a way that is so familiar yet so foreign after months of going without. it would be overwhelming if not for the way he rubs your lower back and kisses across your chest, mumbling at you to take your time. “you feel that?” jihoon groans, hands squeezing your hips.

you only whine pathetically and draw your bottom lip in between your teeth. you sink lower, finally bottoming out and shuddering at being stuffed. jihoon lets you sit on his lap and adjust, his ego swelling knowing that you even need the time. “shit,” you whisper, running a hand through your hair and tilting your head back. the stretch is bordering on painful, but you’re not about to quit now, not when your cunt has its own pulse that’s in sync with your heart.

a heavy hand falls on your neck and jihoon pulls you down to his lips, instantly slipping his tongue into your mouth. you moan against him and rock your hips back and forth, sucking in a breath each time you move forwards. you falter in the kiss, simply pressing against his mouth as you grind against him. “you’re so tight,” jihoon grunts, dropping his hand from your neck to toy with your clit. you clench around him and his breath hitches. “i missed this pussy, fuck. i’ve been thinking about you every night.” he admits, earning a whimper in response.

moving up onto your knees, you work up the strength to fuck yourself onto him and place a hand on the roof of the car to steady yourself. “f-fuck, jihoon,” you hiccup, mouth falling open.

“do you miss me too?” he rasps, pinching your clit , hips bucking when you let out a whimper that goes straight to his cock. “you think of me fucking you like this?”

“yes!” you cry out, a response to both of his questions. your thighs burn but you keep bouncing up and down, a familiar tightness forming at the base of your stomach. “missed this so much.” you squeak, dropping onto his lap and rolling your hips.

“yeah?” he pants out, lips ghosting over your neck. “cum for me and show me.” and you look down at him and swear you see a demon for a second, jaw falling to your chest when he rubs his thumb across your bundle of nerves.

putting both of his hands on your ass, he surprises you when he hoists you up before slamming you back down on his cock, careful to avoid knocking your head against the top of the car. you moan and encircle your arms around his neck and hunch down into him, crying out his name as he manually moves you up and down. “j-jihoon!” the air gets pushed from your lungs each time he pulls you down onto his cock, vision blurring.

your cunt clenches around him in a vice grip, making him stutter as he lets out a string of curses mixed with praise. “s-shit, feels so f-fucking g-good,” jihoon manages. he can feel his release creeping up on him, but he’s determined to have you cum first. he still knows all of your tells: heavy breathing, lack of talking back, the tight grip you have on him. “are you gonna cum for me?”

it only takes him fucking you onto his cock a few more times before youre sputtering out his name and your cunt is spasming around his cock. you gush onto his lap and shake against him, nails digging into his shoulder blades. feeling you against him spurs his own orgasm, and ropes of his cum shoot up into you. you want to blame the alcohol for your lack of concern for a condom, but you’re too far gone (and take birth control pills) to take up an issue with letting him fuck you raw.

you settle in his lap and tuck your face into his neck. jihoon rubs your back soothingly and makes no move to get you off of him, or to move. for a few minutes of you sitting on top of him, he lets himself pretend like you’re still together, and softly peppers kisses into your neck, all while his finger tips gently stroke up your spine. you love and hate the intimacy, wishing it were real and yours to hold onto. wishing that it meant something.

“jihoon,” you’re the first to break away after what feels like forever. you sit up and peel yourself off of him, involuntarily moaning when he slips out of you. you roll onto the seat next to him and shyly try your best to cover yourself. “did you really mean it?” you ask.

“mean what?”

“mean it when you said you’d do it all over again?”

he places a hand on your bare leg and looks over at you. “i did. i’d do anything, really, to get you back,” he admits. he doesn’t care if he sounds pathetic, he just wants you back.

you only hum. his bluntness puts butterflies in your stomach, and has you wondering if a second chance would really be that bad? or maybe it’s the fact that you can feel his cum leaking out of you and onto the seats.

“it’s not going to be this easy, jihoon,” you say, playing with the ends of your hair. his hand slides higher as he scoots closer to you, seemingly pulling you back into his lap. you wrap an arm around his neck and toy with his hair. “you’ve really got to try. show me that you care.” you add softly.

jihoon peers up at you with big, pleading eyes, and you feel yourself soften against him. he kisses the center of your chest and you let out a sigh, curling into his body. “i can do that. i just want you back, baby.”

and if he keeps calling you baby, it really might just be that easy.

[earthtooz]

ik ur in ur reo phase BUT HEAR ME OUT EARTH ONLY YOU CAN DO THIS

rin ACCIDENTALLY publicizing ur relationship bec mf got jealous as hell when ur face appeared in the kiss cam IN HIS GAME??????? WITH A RANDOM GUY AND WAS HE FUMING??? YOU AND I KNOW HE WAS THROWIN HANDS

thats all

I'M HEARING YOU OUT. warning for unrealistic scenario, i wrote this in like 20 minutes so it's unedited :p apologies for any mistakes.

imagine being rin's secret partner, the one he keeps behind closed doors because he values you too much to let the invasive eyes of the internet see. he values your relationship too much to let it get tarnished by social media, so he hides any affiliation with you like his life depends on it, only to come home and shower you with the adoration and affection he wishes he could show to the rest of the world.

in the spotlight, he is itoshi rin, japan's prized striker, their golden player, but when he's out of the spotlight, he is your lover. the man who drapes himself over you when things get too rough and he needs a breather. he is yours to cherish, where you have to change your phone wallpaper every other week because there's so many good photos of you two. he is yours to love, he is yours to go to when you feel too lonely, he is yours.

but also imagine, itoshi rin's jealousy and possessiveness no longer being able to rest at bay. it'd been accumulating for the past few weeks, this desire to show you off and boast that it's him who gets to know you like no other.

then the cup overfills, his jealousy tearing him by the seams that he loosely stitched together to withhold this carnal beast resting within him.

all because of a damn kiss cam.

you had been sitting in the vip section of the stadium- where special members are granted tickets, and even though you tell rin that it's fine for you to just sit in the general area, he refuses and tells you that he's bought you the ticket anyway. leaving you with no room for arguments. well. not that there was any to begin with.

anyways, you'd just so happen to sit next to someone who bought vip tickets with no affiliation with any blue lock members. you think he's just a die hard fan, so when he asks you if you like them, you lie and say that you won these tickets at a raffle.

the guy wasn't the most favourable person ever, in fact, you found yourself awkwardly responding to what he was saying, sometimes giving him short and succinct replies because of how... weird... he was. not to be disrespectful but you did not like his vibes. you just hope these 90 minutes can be over quickly.

yeah well, how funny is it that the kiss cam lands on you and the insufferable guy beside you?

you're mortified when you see it on the screen but the person beside you doesn't warrant the same reaction. immediately, he turns to face you, anticipation heavy on his features. in fact, he looks rather... excited...

"no, no, i have a boyfriend, i-" you begin abruptly as he leans in and you have no choice but to helplessly lean back, evading his lips and delaying it as much as you can. you even try rejecting him by frantically waving your hands, panicked and unsure of what to do.

until you hear him.

"back. the. fuck. off!" comes a shout from the pitch; the voice very familiar to your ears that you can't help but instantly relax from hearing it.

your seat was relatively close to the field which meant that those around you could hear the distinct voice of itoshi rin ripping through the air, fury evident and baring its fangs as he all but punches the barrier with each word.

however, everyone in the stadium could see itoshi rin as all cameras pan to him, witnessing his wrath as he shouts from the top of his voice. everyone around you is silent and you don't know whether you want to shrivel up into the ground or run to him and embrace him as tightly as you can. to find sanctuary in his warmth, away from the pushy guy who can't wrap his head around the idea that no means no.

itoshi rin decides for you, effortlessly jumping over the (considerably high???) barrier and making a beeline for you, skipping some stairs. thank goodness for a side seat because he comes to a stop before you, adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he looks at you with heated passion, huffing and puffing.

"rin?" you whisper. he doesn't hear it, looking up at the various stadium screens to see if the kiss cams were still on you. smirking in satisfaction when he realises they are, rin all but pulls you up from your seat and kisses you with so much intensity and fervour that you feel lightheaded. very much so.

the stadium is cheering but you can't focus on it, not when rin's holding you to him so closely, practically trying to meld you to him. not even trying to push him away is enough to snap him out of whatever primal instinct has taken over him, so you grab his face and jerk away from him, not wanting to get too carried away.

before you can utter a word, rin looks behind you, and the coldness in his expression says everything you need to know.

he doesn’t care about dignity at this point. he just needed the world to know that you were his.

"you're dead if you try that again, you lukewarm fuckface," he then turns to you. you shiver from the intensity of his gaze. "i'll kill him next time," he promises before hugging you close to him once again, practically glaring at the cameras. "i'll kill anyone who tries to get to close."

THANK YOU FOR THIS ANON would u believe me if i said i'd been waiting for an opportunity like this? well i'm speaking the truth and i'm so glad u gave me the opportunity i've been waiting for AYEEEEEEE COME BACK ANY TIME YOU ARE SO WELCOME ON THE EARTHTOOZ BLOG, PRETTY <33

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[aamircoeur]

Can i request Kenji sato having a s/o who is a popular idol in Japan who also can transform similar to ultraman? I can imagine the stress🧍‍♀️

the man behind. ー ultraman, ken sato.

ultraman expresses his worries after a battle.

sfw. comfort, fluff. scenarios and situations are made up! female reader. UNEDITED

hi baby thank u for the req 🤍 ure the first one i've had in a long while so thank you for the interest and i apologize for my rusty writing :^P also i wasn't sure if you wanted hcs or a story but i went with the latter D: i hope you still like it, happy reading! 🤍

"i told you not to interfere, luxe." ultraman said, standing beside you in the middle of the blue-colored smokescreen that you made.

"yeah? well, it looked like you needed some help, ulti," you teased.

"told you not to call me that, too." he rolled his eyes and got into a battle stance.

a rhino-type kaiju appeared once again in the city, and it was your job as sapphire luxe to protect the people. and apparently it was ultraman's too.

[name] [surname], stage name: miki [name], inspired by the singer-artist miki matsubara. you debuted as a member of a 5-member idol group whose debut song ranked top 1 for 16 weeks. unfortunately, due to some mistreatment from the company, you left, hoping for the best for the rest of your members.

but since then, you've debuted as a solo artist under the same name and have been rising through the japanese artist charts. during this time, you caught the eye of ken sato, the baseball player of japan.

the two of you met at an annual event held for celebrities who have made recent breakthroughs; you were invited for being the top artist in japan as of the moment, recently gaining listeners globally, while ken sato was there with the giants for their recent win at the championships.

the two of you clicked, and since then, you've grown to get to know one another, knowing him more than this egoistic character that he portrayed. giving trust and sharing experiences, unveiling secrets to one another, until love came between the two of you, which brought the two of you here, transformed into your huge alter egos in the middle of the city against a kaiju.

"go home, luxe!" ultraman shouted as he shielded the two of you from the kaiju.

you furrowed your eyebrows and held your palm towards him. "duck!" you shouted. ultraman ducked without hesitation, and a strong beam of light was released from the sapphire gem of your palm. ultraman looked up at the sight of you, hair being pulled back by the wind from your move while sparkles from your beam surrounded you in his vision. you're perfect.

the kaiju was knocked a few buildings back, landing on its back, attempting to get up until it lost consciousness.

ー

shrinking down to your human sizes at a dark alleyway, ken turned to you immediately and held your arms. "i told you not to follow. why do you have to prove how hard your head can get?"

tired, you tried your best not to snap back at him. you were helping. what's his problem?

you felt his big hands tighten around your arms, holding you securely as if you were to run away. the two of you were panting out of exhaustion while you shared a moment of silence together before deciding to make a move to break it. you stared at his scratched up face. his eyebrows were furrowed, the top left having a scratch while cheeks had dirt. your kenji was just worried. he cares, you thought.

taking a deep breath, you held onto his forearms and pushed them down. you reached for his face, and because he didn't show any signs of stopping you, you held his face and rubbed the dirt off his cheeks. this movement alone slowed yours and ken's breathing. "anata, i'm fine." you spoke softly. ken closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows more, sighing as his head leaned into the touch of your right palm. "you know that, right?" you added.

he sighed once more. "i, i know that, [name]," he answered. "but, what if i lose you . . what if you get hurt?" his breath hitched. "i can't lose you, love."

"you won't lose me, kenji." you reassured, tip-toeing before leaning into his worried face and pecking his forehead. "i have ultraman with me." you smiled.

"but i'm w-weak sometimes, you know." he sighed again.

you moved your kisses to his closed eyelids. "never, anata," you said, now peppering kisses on his cheeks.

"and you, fuck, you're perfect. you're fragile, you're mine, my [name], your safety is never guaranteed. i need you to be safe, love, iー" he tried to counter your reassurance once more, but you weren't having it.

"kenji." you said firmly. ken opened his eyes to see your [color] eyes, which to him, was the most beautiful color that he's ever seen. "ultraman may have lost battles, and he may have shown weakness, but the man behind him is the strongest i know," you said. kenji hummed as his hands found their way to your waist. "you, kenji sato, is the bravest, most intelligent, and toughest person i know." you smiled.

ken sighed again, but with this one ending with a smile. "handsome too, yeah?" he added.

"the most handsome!" you exclaimed. "and i'm sapphire luxe, have you forgotten? don't take my name so lightly, anata. i've beaten just about the same amount of kaijus that you have, maybe even more! you know how hard i train when i have no schedule as an miki, mina knows how hard i've practiced that beam move! i've yet to find a name for it, you know. after cleaning up at home, do you want to think of one with me?" you rambled, and kenji just stared at your face with a smile while you did.

kenji pulled you into a hug, burying his face onto your neck and breathing the scent of your sweat and perfume that he's most familiar with. "thank you."

you smiled, thinking of saving all the talk for later. "you're always welcome, kenji."

[lynnzelds]

re4r leon kennedy x f!reader (kinktober prompt two - knife play)

resident evil kinktober masterlist

wc: 2,458 words

(tags: knife kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, you and leon are enemies, quite a bit of bantering at the start bc that's just how i roll sometimes)

a/n: this wound up being a full length fic. whoops. i wrote most of this sleep deprived and it's also unedited. apologies for that in advance.

Oh, how you hate him.

He has you pinned underneath him, a knife pressed against your neck. You’re a mercenary sent to eliminate him–but you shouldn’t have underestimated the young agent. He’s already slipped out of your grasp several times, and now he has you bested in a knife fight. Your own blade lies abandoned on the concrete floor, just a few feet out of reach.

The cold, sharp blade digs into your neck, so close to breaking the skin and revealing the crimson that lies underneath it. With his non-dominant hand on your chest, he presses you into the ground harder. You squirm, and Leon instantly takes notice. But that’s the least of his concerns for now. “Who sent you after me?” he growls.

“Doesn’t matter,” you spit back. “Not when I’ll be delivering your head on a platter.”

He chuckles dryly. “Like you would.”

“Let go of me.”

“No, I think I’ll just stay like this.” His voice is gruff and deep as he shifts his weight so that his entire body is straddling yours.

“The hell are you doing?”

 He leans in so that his face gets closer to yours. His hips hold you down and he places his left hand on the ground next to your head while he keeps the knife against your throat. “I’m gonna stay put until you give me some information.”

You scowl. “Fuck you.”

He smirks. “Only if that’s what you want.” He slides the knife along your throat without drawing blood. The high-pitched whimper that leaves your lips afterwards is embarrassing, so much so that at this point you wish he’d just slit your throat and get it over with. 

“Now what was that?” he says with a laugh.

“Nothing,” you hiss.

“I think you’re enjoying this.” He continues to tease you with his knife, pressing the blade flat against your throat and watching how it makes you shiver.

“You think wrong.”

He chuckles. “It’s cute how in denial you are.”

“I’m not in denial!” you growl.

“You wanna test that?” he says, placing the sharp part of the knife against your throat once again. He applies pressure, and you moan as desire grows between your legs. 

Oh god. Why the hell is this turning you on?

“Told you so,” says Leon with a grin. “You’re enjoying this.” He removes the knife from your neck, and you nearly whine at the lack of contact. Your eyes eagerly track the knife as he slides it into the sheathe positioned on his collarbone, silently pleading to feel its sharpness on your skin again. You won’t say it out loud, though.

Leon is quick to notice the hunger in your eyes as you stare at his sheathed knife. He places his hands on either side of your head, kneeling over you on all fours, and that’s when you gaze into his soft blue eyes. This position seems a bit too intimate for your liking, but for some reason you find yourself unable to move away from him. 

“You want more?” he teases. “You greedy thing.”

“I hate you.”

“Not with the way you’re looking at me.”

“Go fuck yourself, Kennedy.” You use his last name because no way in hell does he deserve to hear you use his first.

“I could do that,” he says with a hint of a smirk on his lips. He leans in closer and brushes his lips against the side of your neck. “Or…” He lifts his knee and presses it against your clothed cunt. Your eyes widen and you shift around underneath him, trying not to make any noise. “I could fuck someone else. And I wonder who that someone could be.” He presses his lips to your neck, and your body shudders. 

You avoid eye contact, turning your head away from him. You’re not sure what scares you more–you not knowing if he’s joking or the possibility that he could be serious. You want it to be a joke, but the throbbing between your legs says otherwise. “Certainly not me,” you scoff.

“Yeah, definitely not you,” he responds as he pulls away, his tone thick with sarcasm. 

“Well, even if it was,” you say, despite knowing damn well he’s referring to you, “I came here to kill you, not for anything else.”

A low chuckle leaves his throat. “You’ve been doing a terrible job at accomplishing that. Makes me wonder if you’ve been letting me escape on purpose.”

That’s when you dare yourself to look at him, and you see a sly smile on his face.

“I think you want me,” he continues, pulling his knife back out of his sheathe and twirling the handle between his fingers. The blade catches the light as he does this. “I can see that look in your eyes.” Your breathing becomes more labored as you stare at the knife, anticipating what Leon would do with it. “I wonder…how would you feel if I fuck you senseless while I trace your skin with this? Bet you’d like that.”

Your eyes widen as heat washes over you. You involuntarily squeeze your legs together, hoping Leon won’t notice. But his eyes flicker to follow your movements immediately. His large, slightly calloused hands push your thighs back apart, his knife tucked between his right index finger and thumb. His thumbs trace along your inner thighs. You gasp and your body tenses, and Leon licks his lips at the sight as he leans in and whispers into your ear, “Keep your legs open, hun.”

He presses the knife flat against your crotch, then brings his face closer to yours. “Now let’s try this again,” he says, acting like he isn’t doing anything to you right now. “Who sent you after me?”

Keeping your legs spread open, he moves the tip of the knife along your clothed cunt. Your body reacts immediately; your fingernails dig into the cold floor, your eyes roll back slightly, and your lips tremble. “I’m not…telling you,” you breathe out.

But as he continues to tease between your legs with the knife, you find yourself becoming putty in the hands of Leon Kennedy. The name of who you’re working for slips between your lips like honey.

“Wesker.”

Ada Wong wasn’t the only one he had sent to this island. While she was tasked with retrieving the Amber, you had been tasked with eliminating the man who kept getting in the way of Wesker’s plans. Without Ada’s knowledge.

Leon doesn’t say anything for a while as he removes the knife from your body. He recognizes that name, having learned about Wesker during his time as an agent. He compresses his lips into a firm line. “Well, send my regards to that bastard,” he says, and he slides his hand under your head, lifts you up, and presses his lips to yours.

Your eyes widen as he holds the kiss for what seems like forever. You stiffen up, then relax as you allow yourself to close your eyes and return his gesture. He’s supposed to hate you. You’re supposed to hate him. You hardly understand why he’s kissing you in the first place, or why you’re kissing him back. All you know is that your desire for him boils deep in the pit of your stomach.

He sets his knife aside and undresses you while keeping his lips on yours. His fingers fumble with the buttons of your trousers. He slides them down, and more articles of clothing follow, the cold air on your skin as piece after piece comes off. 

“Already wet for me,” he whispers as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and kisses your inner thigh. His hot breath near your cunt is enough to send your mind reeling. He pulls away to reach for his knife. You close your eyes and bite your lip, feeling vulnerable being completely naked while he hasn’t removed a single article of clothing of his own. 

The sensation of something sharp dragging across your bare stomach has you jolting your eyes open. You watch as Leon draws circles on your lower abdomen with the knife, not enough to cut into your skin. He moves it lower before dragging it back up to your belly button, teasing you over and over. You can’t help but whine.

“Do you want my cock now?” Leon coos, watching how each movement of the blade has you squirming. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You stay quiet for a while, since your ego is too damn big for you to admit that you want him. But he already knows your answer, and the more his knife travels across the canvas that is your skin, the wetter you can feel yourself getting.

“Please,” you whimper. 

He chuckles at how pathetic you look. “You’re gonna have to say more than ‘please,’ love.”

The pet name doesn’t bother you for some reason. What does is that he’s forcing you to beg. You open your mouth, the words nearly getting trapped in your throat. “Please…I…I need your cock,” you manage to get out.

“Attagirl,” he says, unbuckling his belt with one hand with keeping his knife in the other. He slides down his trousers to his knees, and you can already see how hard he is through his boxers. He eagerly slides those down as well, the head of his cock already glistening with precum. Your heart races at how big it is.

Leon smirks at your reaction. “Look at you, so needy for my cock.” He leans down and drags his fingers along your folds before he pushes two of them inside your wetness. Your body shudders with pleasure, and you push your hips up to meet his fingers without thought. “Such a needy girl,” he says in response to your movement.

He slides his fingers in and out of you, but the moment you think he’s going to make you come on them, he pulls them out and brings his hand to his cock. “Mmpf–fuck,” he groans as he slides your wetness over his length. You feel a heat burn inside you as you watch Leon jerk himself off, his cock stiffening even more as your wetness mixes with his.

He reaches for you again, bringing your leg back over his shoulder as his tip prods your entrance. You eagerly shift your hips forward. “Please, fuck me,” you whisper, having given up on resisting him. 

Leon smirks. “Who knew the woman sent to kill me was such a dirty little slut underneath the tough, cold facade?” He pushes the tip of his cock inside you, and you bite your lip in anticipation. “Need more, love?” he says as he sees the sulking expression on your face. “You’ll have to ask for it.”

You swallow down your pride once more to respond. “Please…give me all of your cock. I need it.”

“Of course you do,” he says, and then he pushes himself deeper inside you, bottoming out without slowing down or giving you a chance to adjust to his size. A series of whimpers leave your lips as you bring your hands to his hair, gripping it between clenched fists. He groans at the pain, pulling out a bit before snapping his hips into yours. 

Your eyes roll back at the sensation as a low moan leaves your throat. Leon takes the knife and brings it back to your skin, tracing the tip of it under your breast while he thrusts into you relentlessly.  Your body shivers. “Ungh–you feel so good,” he mutters, his voice coming out raspy. He focuses on bringing you additional pleasure, pressing the flat of the knife against your nipple. Its coolness has you whining out his name.

Leon raises his eyebrows. “Did someone just use my first name for once?”

“Shut it,” you grunt out. You can already feel that knot coiling inside you as he continues to slam his hips against yours at a steady pace. You squeeze your eyes shut so he doesn’t see you rolling them back again.

“I think you like me,” he concludes.

“No, I hate you,” you say, your eyes still shut. You shift your focus to the way his cock hits that bundle of nerves inside you with each thrust. Your walls flutter around him.

“Not with the way you just moaned out my name.” He moves his left hand to your hip, holding you in place as he fucks you. The pleasure gets to a point where you can’t hold it in anymore, and moans spill out of your mouth. Your mind becomes a haze, and the words he had just spoken don’t even process.

Your body trembles Leon moves the knife from your breast down to your abdomen, and your stomach tenses as it travels lower and lower, past your belly button and near your lower region. Your walls squeeze around him tighter this time, and Leon groans.

The words flow out of your mouth before you get the chance to hold them back. “Please–I’m so close—please.” 

At this, Leon digs the knife into your flesh, nicking you with it. The light piercing sensation is enough to send you over the edge, and you tug on his hair hard as you come around his cock. “Ungh, shit–you’re squeezing the fuck outta me,” Leon groans, the added sensation of his hair being pulled on pushing him to the edge, and he soon follows as he releases himself into you. 

He continues to move his hips until you’ve both come down from your highs. He sets the knife on the ground and pulls out of you, observing the mess the two of you had made just now.

“Are you okay?” he asks, dropping the teasing act and giving you a soft look. He looks around the empty room for anything he can use to clean you two up. 

But you scoff, moving yourself away from him and scrambling for your clothes. 

“Looks like we’re back to that, huh?” he chuckles. “Can’t keep hating me forever, princess.”

You set your jaw, picking up your clothes and putting them on one by one. You’ll have to find somewhere else to get yourself cleaned up. God, if Wesker finds out you had sex with the man you were supposed to kill, of all people… You try not to think about that as you slip your shirt over your head, the last article of clothing. You look over to the exit, deciding that you'll give Leon one more chance to live.

“Aw, don’t worry.” Leon pulls his boxers and pants up and zips himself up. “You’ll get plenty of chances to kill me later.”

“Look forward to it,” you respond dryly, and with that, you head towards the door. (i'm terrible at endings I'M SO SORRY :/ thinking about doing a part two to this- I really enjoyed writing Reader and Leon's dynamic :3) kinktober prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

[bruhstories]

in heat

summary: zeke works from home. pairing: zeke x fembodied!reader warnings & content: reader is tied up, bdsm dynamics if you squint, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don't be silly wrap your willy), dirty talking, terms of endearment (love, sweetheart, honey) w/c: 1.3k

a/n: just a quickie with zeke, nothing more, nothing less. unedited as per usual

"You need to keep that filthy mouth of yours quiet, yeah?" Zeke picked up his phone and answered the call. "Oh, Mr. Magath, to what do I owe the pleasure?'

He spoke so casually, as if you didn't have your hands tied up behind your back, drooling over the ballgag in your mouth and Zeke's fingers deep in your cunt. After all, it was just a typical work from home day for him.

"The meeting went well. No, Galliard behaved, surprisingly." Zeke shrugged, although his boss couldn't see him. He dragged his thumb lazily up and down your clit, and you closed your eyes, bucking your hips against his hand.

This has been ongoing for the past twenty, twenty-five minutes. You weren’t exactly sure. It felt like more than that. All you wanted was for him to fuck you relentlessly, but Zeke enjoyed taking his time with you. It wasn't for your pleasure, but for his. He needed to see you wriggle and writhe under his touch, to know how much control he had over your body, to hear you beg for his cock.

Your body violently twitched on his desk when he practically ripped a growl from your throat with his skilled fingers. With wide eyes, you watched him frown, eyes fixed on yours.

"Mr. Magath, if you'll excuse me just a minute..." Zeke muted his phone. "What did I tell you? Well?" He asked, knowing full well that you couldn't reply back.

Instead, you tried to squeeze your thighs together in a futile attempt to stop him. He was on the phone with his boss, for fuck's sake. But Zeke paid Magath no mind, using his elbow to keep your legs spread open.

"Sorry, chief. Everything's fine, it's just my dog." He spoke, and you whined when he removed his fingers from your cunt, opting to let your blood boil. "She's been acting strange, lately. Think she might be in heat."

Zeke's words were cruel, but all they did was turn you on more. It was incredible how this man could admire and love you so much, yet he could also degrade you like you were dirt on his shoes. He knew exactly what buttons to push to switch you from respectable and clever to needy and hungry for his cock.

Your blood indeed boiled in your veins, because you were unable to get the much-desired friction that you ached for. Oh, and Zeke loved it. He loved watching your eyes fill to the brim with tears and your hips roll on his desk wanting more. He eventually indulged you, pinching one of your sensitive nipples before dragging his fingers down your abdomen.

"The reports are done, I have emailed them to Mr. Smith already." Zeke nonchalantly chatted with Magath while his index and middle finger brushed up and down your slit.

You were soaked, absolutely dying to feel him inside of you, but you knew he wouldn't give it to you just yet. When his fingers finally pushed past your slick folds, you arched your back and moaned, and Zeke's lips twitched in anger.

"I'm afraid I need to take the dog out, Mr. Magath. I'll let the files upload while I do that." He curled his fingers and you wanted to scream, tell him to hurry up and fuck you, but the damned ballgag stopped you from saying anything. Instead, all that came out of you was a series of guttural growls that echoed in Zeke's study.

"Oh, she's getting impatient. Have a nice day, chief." He hung up and tossed the phone on the sofa next to his desk.

Your eyes were filled with both tears of pleasure, and terror, because you knew how mean Zeke could be when you disobeyed him. He used his free hand to pull the ballgag out of your mouth and untie your arms, and a string of apologies spilled from your lips.

"Are you really that desperate for my cock that you couldn't wait five minutes?" His voice was low and threatening, and you shook your head.

"Sorry, 'm sorry-"

"Sorry isn't gonna help you, love." Zeke picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers deeper into your aching cunt, his other hand unbuckling his belt.

"Please fuck me, please, please!" You cried out, feeling your climax bubbling inside of you.

"Oh, I'll fuck you, alright. But first, you're gonna have to fuck yourself with my fingers. You need to earn my cock, sweetheart." He palmed the bulge in his trousers, a groan escaping his lips when he felt you clench around his fingers.

Shamelessly, you pushed your hips against his hand, trying your best to do as you were told. It would've helped ti have your hands untied so you could prop yourself against them, but nonetheless, you managed to come on his fingers, body shuddering from the ecstasy.

"Atta girl." Zeke removed his fingers from your sloppy cunt, giving your thigh a firm slap. "You did well." He said, unzipping his trousers.

"Wait, I can't-"

"You can, and you will." Zeke pulled his cock out, and your eyes darted to it, instinctively licking your lips when you saw it. "Weren’t you the one so desperate for me to fuck you?"

You said nothing, because he was right, so you spread your legs wider, earning a 'good girl' from him. Zeke dragged his cock up and down your slit, coating it in your slick before pushing it in. Even after so much time, you couldn't get used to the size of it, and you whimpered when he bottomed out.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He growled, eyes rolling back as you took him so well. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his back, you braced yourself for the feral thrusts, and Zeke delivered. He needed you just as much as you needed him, and he didn't hold back, fucking you with aggression and passion.

"Oh, God! Feels good, so-oh good!" You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. You hated the smell of cigarettes, but whenever you felt it on Zeke, you just couldn't help but be aroused.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? Filthy little slut." His cock brushed over your cervix, buried so deep inside of you that your abdomen hurt.

It was painfully good, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You loved the dynamic you had, and you loved him. It was the perfect balance of love and hate.

"Zeke!" You cried out, feeling yourself close again. "Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"Again? Aren't you desperate today?" He mocked you. "How pathetic."

"'m pathetic-" You choked on your words, mumbling incoherent sentences while he fucked you deeper and harder. "Gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum on my cock. Show me how much you love me."

"Love you, I love you, I lo-oh! Oh, fuck!" Your dignity left your body when you trembled in Zeke's arms, limbs quivering and your mind cloudy. You were certain you were going to faint from exhaustion.

Zeke slowly pulled out of you, cock still hard. But he wasn't about to fuck you to death, although he was sure you wanted that.

"Let's clean you up." He said and you shook your head.

"Need to... help you finish." You mumbled in your dazed state, but Zeke didn't listen.

"Honey, you're tired. You've already done so much today." He helped you down from his desk and untied your hands.

"What about you?"

"I've got hands, don't I?" Zeke chuckled, dragging you to the bathroom. "Come, I'll order us some food for dinner."

"Sushi?" You yawned, turning the tap on.

"Sushi." He checked the temperature to make sure you wouldn't faint in the shower.

"You know, if anyone saw how we have sex they'd think you're one of those shitty alpha male influencers." You laughed, getting in the shower.

"It's not my fault I've got a freaky girlfriend." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, speaking of." Zeke stripped and got in the shower with you, because the internet was so bad, he knew those files haven't uploaded yet. "Will you marry me? The ring's in my study, I got carried away-"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

[kirisslut]

—I Can Treat You So Much Better w/ Eijirou Kirishima

—Cw: bestfriend!kirishima, cheating, phone sex, facetime sex, masturbation, toxic!partner, UNEDITED

—Summary: your partnet is toxic and your best friend, Eiji, thinks you deserve a lot better

—Author's Note: I got out of a toxic relationship roughly 2 monthes ago and I’ve unintentionally made it a new personality trait and I think about it everyday and it came to my mind while thinking of smut ideas and someone please help me I don’t want to think about that- anyway enjoy me self projecting to the fucking extreme :)) Also I tried to make this gender netural but reader is afab and i wrote it with my ex in mind so if I accidentally called the ex a boyfriend at some point I apologize- ALSO I HAVENT WRITTEN IN FOREVER SO SORRY IF THE WRITING IS BAD

—Please keep in mind that you must be 15+ to read this piece, thank you <3

Eijirou hated this, he hated everything about it. Eijirou has had feelings for you for a couple years now, ever since middle school. He hasn’t had to see you with very many partners before, there were a couple of few month relationships with people that he didn’t particularly like but they treated you well so he wasn’t too bent out of shape over it. But this was by far his least favorite relationship of yours. You had been dating this person for about six months now and he hated everything about them. First off, he thought you were way too pretty to be with this person. In his eyes, they were a one and you were an eleven. Secondly, they treated you horribly. They said mean stuff to you, upset you, made everything about them, didn’t respect your consent, and so much more. And on top of that, they were horrible in bed. They made the most bold and most wrong movements and refused to educate theirself on your body and what you enjoyed. On top of that, there was never any aftercare whatsoever.

And it pissed Eijirou off. You were perfect to him, how come you gave this person a chance and not him and let them treat you horribly? Well one night, he had enough, Eijirou finally snapped. This was the fourth time that week that you’d texted him, saying some along the lines of “i was hanging out w/ p/n and they really upset me because…”. And that was the last straw for him, he was gonna remind you of your worth. 

Y/n: Eiji, they did it again. We were making out and it was kinda going further and they did something wrong and it hurt so I asked them to stop and they asked if I was just turned on too much-

Eiji: I’m sorry sweetheart, your partner sucks :( why don’t you facetime me?

Not even five seconds later a call was coming through and he answered it, smiling at the sight of your face.

“Hi, pretty, how’re you?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. You gave a small smile in return.

“Hi Eiji, not great.” You were laying in bed, one hand holding up your phone while you laid your head down on your arm, “I just wish they’d take the time to figure out what I like…y’know?”

“I know, love, I’m sorry they’re like that. You deserve a lot better than that, you’re gorgeous. Anyone who doesn’t wanna treat you right in bed is a total idiot.”

Your cheeks heated up a bit and you smiled at Eijirou, “Thanks, Eiji.” Eijirou was sitting up, his phone propped up on his desk, with a controller in his hands, you assumed he was playing a video game. He was wearing a tight gray shirt, it perfectly outlined his pecs and showed off how big his shoulders were. You started unintentionally staring, and who could blame you? Eijirou was hot. Even you, as his totally platonic, never gonna be anything more, best friend could see that. 

“Sweetheart? Are you even listening to me?” Eijirou asked, looking straight at you. Your cheeks heated up more and you looked away.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just spaced out,” you replied.

“What were you thinking about, sweetheart?”

Your next reply took a moment, you were scared to say it. This was wrong, everything about this was wrong. You were facetiming your best friend who calls you every pet name under the sun, to complain about your boyfriend, and on top of that you were thinking about how hot he was. But you were desperate.

“..you.”

Eijirou paused, making eye contact with you, “What about me, pretty?”

“...I was looking at your chest…and thinking about how you’d treat me so much better than p/n.”

The smirk that spread across his face killed you. You might as well go get a new name and move to a completely new country at this point, because you were so embarrassed. 

“Oh, you know I would, sweetheart. I bet you don’t even think about them when you two are getting into it, bet you just thinking about me, huh?” And he wasn’t exactly wrong. Sometimes you found your mind drifting to Eijirou when you were getting intimate with p/n. You didn’t mean to, it just sort of happened.

You nodded, “You’re just so pretty, Eiji, and p/n can’t make me cum…bet you could. You have pretty hands..and I’ve seen the way your fingers move on your controller.” You started subtly rubbing your thighs together, trying to relieve the feeling forming between your legs.

“I definitely could, pretty. I’d eat you out so good if I could, bet you taste amazing,” Eijirou says, setting down his controller and turning his full attention to you, “Why don’t you take off your shirt, sweetheart? I wanna see what I would have to work with.”

This, you hesitated on, more so than the other stuff. Talking was just one thing, but to show Eijirou your body would be straight up cheating, absolutely no excuses.

“Well, I don’t know..I don’t wanna cheat on p/n.., I’m just upset at him right now.”

“Come on, sweetheart, when does he ever care about your feelings? You deserve so much better than that. Just this one time, honey, I wanna show you what you could have. And I wanna see what that loser is failing to make feel good. They’re so stupid, I bet you’re super sensitive, I could make you feel so good.”

Eijirou’s sweet sweet words got to your head and soon enough you were propping your phone up, sitting on your knees, legs spread a little with nothing but an oversized shirt and short shorts on. The shorts hugged your thighs and pussy. Eijirou could see the outline and you swear he whispered “fuck” at a couple points. Slowly, you took your shirt off and Eijirou’s eyes widened. No bra.

It made sense, you were home and nobody wants to wear a bra when relaxing in their own home, but he was just a little startled. He didn’t mind though, of course. A hand drifted down to his sweatpants, palming his half-hard cock through the fabric.

“Look at you, sweetheart, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Those are the best tits I’ve ever seen, you wanna show me some more? I bet your pussy is just as pretty.”

“Mm, can I see you first, Ei? Please? Just wanna see your abs please,” you beg and Eijirou smirks a little, taking off his shirt. He was so perfect, perfectly tanned skin that was so smooth, and his muscles were gorgeous. You bit your lip, looking at his perfect body.

“Now take off your shorts, sweetheart, I wanna see,” Eijirou said, and you happily obliged. You slipped your shorts and panties off, spreading your legs a little more, “Fuck, pretty, you’re soaked. Do you have any toys there with you? I bet you’re one of those little whores who needs to play with their pussy every night before they go to sleep.”

Your cheeks heat up, “Y-yeah, I have toys…do you want me to use some..?”

“Yes, pretty, it’s no replacement for my cock or my tongue, but it’ll have to do. After all, we’re just testing this out, right? No cheating.”

You nod, “Mhm, not cheating. Just testing it out.”

“Good girl.” You reach into your bedside drawer and pull out a little box, showing Eijirou the contents on the call.

“What should I use, Ei?”

“How about you use that wand vibrator and that pink dildo? I think that’d look cute stuffed in your pussy,” Eijirou says, returning to palming himself. He was so hard for you, you were just too hot. You removed the toys from the box, putting it back and resuming your original position.

Suddenly, you were shy, you’d never done this over the phone before. You took a moment, and Eijirou didn’t rush you and eventually you mumbled, “Can I see your cock first?”

Eijirou smiled, “Of course you can, sweetheart.” He pulled his sweatpants and underwear down a little and then you saw it, your eyes widening a bit. Eijirou was huge, atleast seven inches. It was so pretty, p/n was nowhere near that size, nor was it as pretty or well kept as Eijirou’s. Eijirou ran a hand up his length, watching you, “This is all for you, sweetheart, you’re so pretty. It gets me all hard.”

“..you’re hot too, gets me all wet..”

“How about you get something in that pussy then, sweetheart? Show me how you get off after your shitty partner fails to make you cum.”

You don’t hesitate anymore before sinking down onto your dildo, not bothering with the vibrator quite yet. Eijirou kept pumping his length, watching the way your pussy swallows your toy up. After adjusting, you started bouncing on your dildo, making yourself feel good. Strings of moans left your lips, getting off on the fact that your best friend was watching you pleasure yourself. 

“Look at you go, sweetheart, you’re just so horny, huh? Not even thinking about p/n anymore, just thinking about cumming and my fat cock.”

“Fuck- yes Ei, ‘m thinking about your cock in my pussy, it’d stretch me out so so so good, d-don’t think I could take it,” you said as you reached for your vibrator, turning it on and pressing it to your clit. Eijirou stroked himself faster.

“Oh, you definitely could, pretty, I know you’d take it so good. Can already picture you creaming all over it. Shit- I’m getting close, cum with me.”

And that you did, you came around the dildo with no thoughts in your mind other than Eijirou and your orgasm. You slowly stopped, panting, and your phone buzzed. You glanced at it, at the top of the screen there was a singular notification.

My Love <3 : hey u busy?

“Mmm, that was so hot, sweetheart. Did you enjoy that?”

Y/n: yeah abt to go to bed, gn ily

“Yeah, Ei, of course I did…why don’t you come over?”

[ghostiexe]

First Date || Wilbur Soot x gn!Reader

ello again wilbur nation, i present to you another unedited fic. ur vegitarian btw and your first date is at burger king, have fun

tw: skeleton mentions?? you don't see one it's just brought up, also swearing

word count: 2,536

Your hands twitch nervously as you take in a deep breath and smooth down your plain band tee, glancing yourself critically up and down in the mirror. Your first date with the literal man of your dreams is in twenty minutes, and you have no idea what to wear. 

You groan softly in frustration, a frown tugging at the corners of your mouth. Why is this so hard? It’s not like you’re even going anywhere fancy, you’re a broke college student for God’s sake. The fanciest place you can even think of is probably Olive Garden. 

You had both made the unanimous decision to just grab some Burger King together, since it was one of the only fast food restaurants you could think of that had actual vegetarian options other than just… Salad. There has been a brief discussion about potentially going to McDonald's, but Wilbur insisted on going to the place that had more options for you. Just thinking about how sweet he was made you a bit giddy.

You hear your phone buzz from your bathroom counter and you huff as you reach for it, though the tension in your features slips away into a soft smile as you see who texted you. Your date, Wilbur. Opening your messages, you giggle when you see what he sent you. 

Wil - I have absolutely no idea what I’m supposed to wear ngl 

Well, at least you aren’t alone. You quickly send him a response, relaying your own outfit woes. After a few moments, his response comes in. 

Wil - We should dress up in super fancy clothes /j

You snort. 

You - ah yes, wonderful idea, let’s get all dolled up for burger king &lt;3

Your eyes wander to your closet. Even though the both of you are joking, you can’t help but feel a little entertained by the idea. You probably have some nice clothes shoved in the back of your closet somewhere. Your phone vibrates again. 

Wil - If I pull up in a suit how would you react?

You - probably fall in love on sight

Wil - Well shit, now I have to :p

God, he's so adorable. You can’t help but let out a giddy giggle as you turn your phone off, slipping out of the bathroom and back toward your closet. You dig through it for a moment before you find what you were looking for. There’s a blazer and a pair of slacks stuffed behind some old Halloween costume, and you pull it out to examine its condition. It looks fine, but you tentatively bring it up to your nose and sniff it just in case. You let out a sigh of relief when it smells alright, just… old. Nothing a bit of fragrance can't fix.

Several minutes later, you find yourself wearing the formal getup and walking down an embarrassingly busy street to get to the Burger King. It’s almost dumb how well dressed you are for this, but it’s comforting knowing that Wilbur’s outfit will at least reflect the same energy.  

Wilbur is already there when you arrive, but to be fair, you are a couple minutes late. You had apologized profusely over text on your way there, but he had assured you that he understood and it was fine, which had soothed some of your worries about the matter. 

You almost trip over yourself when you see him, his curly hair styled to perfection and looking unfairly good in his suit. He’s hovering awkwardly by the ordering counter, so you quickly make your way over and call out for him. 

“Hey, Wilbur!” You say, waving as his gaze shifts over to you. He beams and pulls you into a hug, and you giggle at the action, wrapping your arms around him in return. Your name slips past his lips, and he sounds a little amused, but mostly affectionate.

“Hello.” He greets you, squeezing you momentarily in his arms before dropping them and taking a step back. You flush as his gaze drags over you, the pleased smile on his face making you blush. “You look fantastic.” He notes, winking in a way that has you simultaneously flustered and rolling your eyes. 

“You look better.” You counter, examining his suit now, a bit surprised by its high quality. You brush your fingers over the collar, the fabric smooth and silky under your touch, unlike the rougher texture you were used to suits having. “This is a nice suit, where did you even get it?” You ask, glancing up at him again, hand still pressed against his chest without your realizing it.

He smiles a bit shyly. “Oh, um, I used to wear it to choir concerts in high school. I'm lucky it still fits.” He explains, cheeks a bit pink. 

“Well,” You say, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, “you look very handsome.” You finish as you pull away, glancing at the menu as your hand that rests on his chest slips down to link his pinky with yours. You don't see it, but his free hand comes up to gently brush his fingers across where you've just kissed him, a dumb giddy smile on his face. 

“What are you thinking?” You ask after a moment, still examining the menu. You aren't gonna lie, the fries are practically luring you in with their sweet siren song right now, and you would kill for some of those vegan nuggets. 

He hums thoughtfully and leans in slightly to also look at the menu. “Probably just a burger.” He admits, casually moving his hand that was lingering at his cheek to his hair and running it through his curls. You nod. 

“You should get a crown.” You suggest, a playful grin on your face as you gently squeeze his pinky that's linked with yours. He laughs softly and bumps his hip against yours lightly. 

“I think that's a good idea.” He says, and there's an unmistakable fondness in the way he says it, the way he's looking at you. There's something that feels so right in the way you two interact, something that's got the butterflies in your stomach swarming like moths to a flame. It's the way you are to Wilbur, you think absentmindedly, just admiring him for a moment. He's got a magnetic personality, charisma that you're sure any bard would kill for. And he's… well, he's just warm. Like a personal space heater, not just literally, but also in the way that just being around him makes you feel like you're melting. 

You swallow as you realize you've completely missed everything he just said. You blink and look at the employee he's now talking to, and you let out an inaudible breath of relief when you realize that he's just ordering for the both of you. It doesn't take long for him to finish up, considering you were completely spaced out for most of the time he was ordering, and he clears his throat, turning back to you. 

“Let's go sit down.” He suggests, and you nod. He unlinks your fingers, and you're disappointed for a moment before you feel his hand rest on the small of your back, gently guiding you to a table in the corner, one with the longer, more comfortable seats instead of the small tables with the metal chairs. 

He slips into the seat before you, so you sit down next to him, leaning back and examining him. You're not used to sitting right next to people on dates, usually you just sit facing the other person, but this feels nice somehow. A little closer, in a way. It helps that you don't have to lean across a table to reach out for him, he's just… Well, he's just right there. 

He reaches over and gently slips his hand into yours, brushing his thumb across your knuckles as he rests his elbow on the table and props his head up with his hand. You chuckle softly and reach your free hand over to tap his elbow.

“Wow, terrible table manners.” You scold teasingly, making a light tsk tsk sound, shaking your head in disapproval. “Didn't your parents ever teach you not to do that?” You ask, watching him splutter. 

“Hey, I'll have you know my manners are excellent, thank you very much.” He says, tilting his head up in mock arrogance. “I just think that I'm above silly things like that, considering I'm the ruler of this domain.” He adds, a bit dramatically. God, he's such a theater kid, you think with an amused smirk. 

“Oh, the ruler you say?” You ask in mock disbelief. “If you're the ruler, then why don't you have a crown?” You ask, eyes gleaming as you reach your free hand over to slip into his curls, smirking as you ruffle it up. 

He pouts and pulls his arm off the table to lightly swat your hand away from his hair. “Nooo, you're ruining my hard work.” He complains, giving you puppy dog eyes. You giggle. 

“Sorry, Will, that's just the way the cookie crumbles.” You say with a sigh. He snorts. 

“What the fuck? That doesn't make any sense.” He asks with a small laugh. You giggle too. 

“I dunno.” You admit, sighing softly at the end and letting your gaze trace over his features again. The small freckle under his eye, the curve of his nose, his smile lines. “You're pretty.” You say after a moment, smiling softly at him. 

He smiles shyly and turns his face away, covering his mouth with his hand as you gently squeeze the one that's still linked with yours. 

“Well, I think you're stunning.” He mumbles, cheeks still a lovely shade of pale red. You hum in acknowledgement, leaning slightly closer. He notices and turns to face you again, leaning down slightly. Your eyes tail down to his lips briefly and you glance up into his eyes only to find him looking back at yours. You scoot just barely closer and start to go in for a kiss when you hear your order number get called out. You and Wilbur both startle, drawing away from each other again. You clear your throat, face burning as you stand. 

“Um, I'll go… I'm gonna go grab that.” You say, watching as he nods up at you with an expression not unlike your own. Shy, flustered, a little disappointed. You gently squeeze his hand once more before letting go to walk back to the counter, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

You grab the tray at the counter and make sure that Wilbur paid before making your way back over, setting the food down in front of him and plopping yourself down next to him again. 

“Well, dig in.” You encourage him, pulling your nuggets and fries toward yourself and pushing him his burger, drink, fries and crown. He thanks you and you start to munch happily on your fries, watching as he places the paper crown on his head.

“How do I look?” He asks you, raising an eyebrow and pursing his lips. It makes one of his cheekbones look much more defined, and you can't help but start to giggle. You bring one hand up to cover your mouth as you watch him make that ridiculous face. His expression cracks and he starts to giggle too, and you both lean in as you laugh together. You pull away again as you start to eat your food, though you can’t help but cast Wilbur a couple fond glances. He’s doing the same thing, though much more subtly. 

You turn your attention back to your food.

After a moment, he clears his throat. “Do your nuggets taste like actual chicken?” He asks, watching as you shove one into your mouth. You cover your mouth with your hand as you quickly chew it and swallow, shaking your head ‘no’. 

“No, it tastes like beef.” You deadpan, looking at him with a poker face. His eyebrows raise and he looks incredulous for a moment before he realizes you’re messing with him, face a bit pink as he gently shoves your arm. 

“Oh, fuck off.” He complains with a groan, though there’s a smile on his face. You can’t help but smile back. 

“Sorry. And to answer your question…” You think for a moment. “Do you know what Uncanney Valley is?” You ask, and he responds with a nod. You nod back, with a bit of finality. “It’s like that, but instead of for your eyes, it's for your taste buds.” You explain. He makes a slightly disgusted face. 

“That’s the worst possible way you could have described that. I think I can feel my literal skeleton crawling out of my skin.” He says, pretending to gag. You giggle and shrug. 

“Sorry, that was the only way I could think to describe it.” You say apologetically. He just sighs, though there’s amusement in the sound. 

“It’s okay.” He assures you, reaching over to hold your hand. You gently squeeze it and scoot closer to him. “It was just weird as fuck.” You both giggle and you reach down to shove your last nugget in your mouth. You glance down at his food and see that he’s finished his food. “Are you ready to get out of here?” You ask, tilting your head at him curiously. He nods, starting to stand. You do the same, stepping out of the booth and letting him out, hands still linked. You grab your trash and let go of his hand, going to dump it in the garbage bin. He leans over your shoulder and throws his away too, then snakes his hands over your waist and gently squeezes you. You squeak and he laughs, letting go. 

“Dude!” You complain. He kisses your cheek apologetically. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” He says, though he doesn’t look sorry at all. He has a slightly smug expression, an irritatingly handsome one at that. It pisses you off. You want to kiss the look off his face. You just roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I knew you couldn’t resist my charms.” You say flippantly, a small smile on your face. He just giggles and nods, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist again, but this time it’s a little more hesitant, though he seems to relax a bit when you lean back into his chest. You bring one hand up to rest on his arm, using your thumb to absentmindedly brush across it. He makes a soft happy sound, and then he’s pulling away, clearing his throat and smiling. It’s not the same smile from before, the one where he’s all teasing and joking. It’s replaced by a much fonder one, and you notice that his whole expression has softened. You realize your face has probably done the same thing, and your hand finds his, gently squeezing it. 

“Thanks for the date, Wilbur.” You say gently. “This is probably the best one I’ve ever been on, to be honest.” 

He just looks away bashfully, then nods. “Well, thank you for coming.” He says back, face a bit pink. 

You let yourself hope there’s going to be more dates.

[peakyscillian]

Medicine | One Shot

Summary: Cillian and family time is the best medicine. Warnings: Fluff! Dad!Cill Pairing: Cillian X Fem!Reader Part:1/1 Requested: No - I'm just unwellll and would love a Cillian to come stroke my head. Notes - the part in italic are little flash backs of younger reader & Cillian! Also seriously unedited because I had the urge to write but no energy to edit.

Medicine | One Shot

Masterlist.

Medicine.

The muffled sounds of your three children floated through the closed door, you could feel the steam easing the pressure on your sinuses and head.

You'd spent the past week in bed, Cillian taking over the school run, your share of the house work and the cooking.

Just lifting your head from the pillow to accept bowls of soup and hot drinks was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

You were so glad Cillian was home, so you could rest and hide from the outside world, with tissue shoved up your nose and piles upon piles of empty medication packets, cough sweet wrappers and used tissues.

You heard the unmistakeable whisper of Cillian ushering the children from the room, before the bathroom door was opened.

"How you feeling love?" he asked closing the door behind himself.

"More human" you smiled, looking up at him, he gently pushed your hair back off your forehead, instinctivly checking your temperature like he would the childrens.

"The three mini humans are asking when they can cuddle mummy" Cillian perched on the side of the bath, you looked up at him "We could all climb into bed" you suggested.

Cillian smiled, nodding at your request, grabbing the loofah from the hook, you passed him the bodywash the scent he loved, when it clung to your skin as you slipped into bed next to him. The silence between you was comfortable after fifteen years of marriage and twenty years of being together you didn't need to fill them.

Cillian slowly washed your back his fingers grazing over your skin, the final remenants of a summer tan fading, the small tattoo of your wedding date on your shoulder blade.

Cillian smiled, you had looked mesmerising that day, the ivory gown flowing over your curves, the beaming smile you wore all day, the way you had fallen asleep curled into his chest moments after getting into bed, a mumbled i love you hubs leaving your lips as you drifted off.

You relaxed into his touch, as his hands replaced the loofah, massaging at your aching muscles, your eyes closed as he worked at the knots in your shoulders, you could drift off right there in the warm bath with your husband relaxing you.

"Don't fall asleep" he laughed lightly, you opened your eyes slowly to meet his gaze.

"So good with those hands, Murphy" you giggled, he smirked leaning to press a kiss to your lips something that had been banned for the past week, not wanting you both ill with three children running rings round you.

The kiss was slow, soft pecks then his tongue snaked into your mouth, you had missed him, missed the close contact of him, both mid forties and acting like teenagers all over again.

You'd met at your twenty first birthday, in some run down club in Dublin, Cillian had backed into you at the bar, spilling your red wine down your dress, you had a face like thunder as he turned round apologies falling from his full lips "My bloody dress ya eejit" you had shoved at his shoulder, before storming off.

Two hours later you were wrapped round him in the taxi rank, lips pressed together as you sheltered from the rain, he'd been mumbling about a new dress but you weren't sure you cared if the ruined one was going to end up on his bedroom floor anyway.

Cillian pulled away first, the need to actually breathe getting the better of him "bet the water is getting cold?" he asked, you nodded as he got up pulled the towel from the heated rack and held it for you.

"Come here" he wrapped you in the fluffy towel, pulling your body into him, dropping a kiss to the top of your head.

-

An hour and a half later, the children fed, bathed and in pyjama's you were all piling into the superking bed.

You and Cillian in the middle, Arabella between your legs resting against your chest, Finley on Cillians left side, Jackson, your oldest baby sitting to your right phone in hand.

You could feel your heart swell with love for the three children you and Cillian had bought into the world, Cillian was an amazing dad, god you loved watching him with the children.

Somedays you were convinced you could have a handful more babies with him, then you were reminded of the tantrums, the sleepless nights and the aching bones of being pregnant.

You were thankful for the sleep interuptions becoming less frequent, for the alone time you got with Cillian, but right now snuggled up in your bed, your husbands hand resting on your thigh, the sweet scent of your daughters freshly washed hair, the press of your teenage son leaning agaist your side, your middle son passing you the remote 'to chose a film because you've been unwell mummy its your turn', you were sure you could see another one or two slotting in perfectly.

Hours later when you're carefully moving your sleeping daughter to her own bed, Cillian carrying a half asleep Finley to his room and Jackson mumbling a goodnight before closing his door you knew you couldn't juggle another newborn.

When you slipped into bed next to Cillian, his hands wandering under the oversized sleep shirt, his lips peppering kisses across your collarbone, you were sure you wouldn't give up moments like this for nights covered in milk and rocking a teething baby back to sleep.

-

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[teklarn]

Can I request Aizawa x reader with "childhood enemies" and "forced to work together" where reader bullied Aizawa in highschool and she starts working as a teacher?

my biggest problem - s. aizawa

teklarn’s cliche’s and tropes masterlist (trope: childhood enemies & forced to work together)

shota aizawa x fem! reader

genre: angst??? 

summary: years after your graduation, you return to UA Highschool as a teacher, wandering the halls you’d once been so fond of. upon wandering said halls, you stumble across the person you least expected to be working with loud teenagers. your former classmate, shota aizawa. it’ll be hard not to ignore your difficult history working so close with him. 

warnings: mild cursing, bullying, implied enemies to lovers (?), UNEDITED. 

l/n = last name

p/h/n = pro hero name

- - - 

he was a quiet, reserved dork. his hair was awfully long and unruly, and at his young age stubble was already beginning to pop from his skin. 

“you ever bother to try to look your age? you look like a thirty-year-old man in a student’s uniform.” 

your classmate―aizawa―shifted in his seat, leaning on his other hand to listen in on the lecture before you. the two of you had been seated next to each other at the back of the classroom, so these whispers weren’t new to him. 

mostly, aizawa ignored you. but there were times when you got underneath his skin. your persistence was always worth it at the end of the day. 

“are you trying to ignore me?” you leaned on your own elbow, mimicking his slumped posture. 

aizawa blinked. you knew he heard you, and you knew that he also recognized the fact that you were awfully close. 

“y/n.” 

the teacher’s voice snapped your attention. 

“yes, sir?” 

“pay attention.” 

“my apologies, sensei. i was just helping aizawa with his notes,” you lied. 

your professor grunted in acknowledgement before returning to the lecture. as his back faced the class again, you nudged aizawa with your finger, leaning over the gap in between the desks. 

“pass me a pencil. i don’t have one with me.” 

aizawa’s dark eyes slid towards you, deadpan as he reached into his pencil case and handed you the writing utensil. you took it without any thanks. 

“the tip is dull.” 

“so?” he shrugged. 

“do you mind sharpening it for me or something?” 

“i don’t have a sharpener.” 

“pfft,” you scoffed, scribbling your name down. “useless.” 

there was another time―there were many times―you remember. he was walking with his head down, eyes trained on the dark floor as the halls buzzed to life, students heading down to the lunch room. 

you thought that, perhaps with the intense faze he was holding to the ground, aizawa would have seen you sticking out your leg just as he passed your locker. 

he didn’t fall on his face, but the boy stumbled, taking a moment to catch his balance before shooting you a distasteful glance which lasted no more than a second. then he continued on his way, making sure to hurry his way down the hall. 

he acted so uncaring. it almost pissed you off. but smaller moments such as this one gave you butterflies. in the seconds he dared to give you a reaction, he was reminded exactly why he shouldn’t. 

even in the training class after that, (in all the training classes you spent together) you somehow managed to always find yourself on a team with him, or with him on the opposing team. didn’t matter which side you played for, agaisnt or with him, you made it hell for him. 

you made everyday absolute hell for him. 

you and your friends. 

perhaps there was another reason why people never talked to him. it couldn’t possibly be because you were the fanciest shit-talker this damn school has ever seen. 

there was something about aizawa that irked the absolute ever-loving shit out of you. it was his unruly hair and unshaved teen stubble and how he never seemed to grow out of his middle school goth phase. it was his attitude and how he never made an effort to make any friends of his own. 

perhaps someone aside from yamada and oboro might speak to him every once in a while. 

- - - 

you wandered through the halls. it had been years, too long you found, that you had last been wandering this school. as soon as you had stepped in, ready to take on your new job, you began picking out all the things that had changed from your time here.

being a teacher at UA wasn't your original dream, however when the opportunity arose, you thought, why not? there's nothing wrong with this. your original job as a pro was great pay, but after suffering from an injury during a villain fight, you'd decided to take on teaching fulltime, at least for a while before you went back to being a fulltime pro-hero. so this was fine, this was great.

it was great until you stepped into classroom 1A and your eyes landed on a familiar head of unruly hair.

aizawa turned to you, eyes unblinking as always. a class of curious eyes stared back at you.

"everyone," aizawa started, "this is l/n sensei. she'll be my student teacher. she's here to assist any of you with anything you might need."

"you're pro hero p/h/n!"

a boy with dark green hair drew your attention. you'd seen his face somewhere before, perhaps on television. you smiled.

"i am."

"you're so admirable! especially your battle strategy. when it comes down to it, I think you're one of the-"

"enough, midoriya," aizawa snapped.

you waved a hand at your former classmate, greeting him almost as a friend. "don't be silly, he can ask me as many questions as he'd like." you laughed and watched a tiny smile stretch across midoriya's face.

aizawa only glared at your weak attempt at friendship. guilt prodded at your gut.

"i'd like you all to take out your textbooks. please flip to page one-ninety. we'll call numbers randomly and read the rest of the passage aloud. l/n, please take a seat over there, where you can observe the class."

you scoffed playfully. "i know you've been at this teaching game much longer than me, but i'm not completely inexperienced." your jokes were purely just that. jokes.

but aizawa only stared at you with those unblinking eyes until you set your stuff down where directed and sat.

the rest of the lesson was painfully awkward until you heard the unmistakable voice to yamada.

dressed in his present mic uniform, you watched your successful classmate waltz in.

aizawa looked at him as he slapped him on the back. you smiled. some things never change.

"i think it's my turn to take over this class."

aizawa dusted the chalk off his calloused hands. "all right, class. the rest of the passage is for homework. please read this tonight, and i'll be calling you out randomly to make sure you did."

you put up a hesitant finger. "uh-"

"l/n sensei won't be staying for this class." he turned to you. "you'll be following me. principal nezu wants to greet you."

"of course." you hurried outside, and the class resumed their work.

"you know," you started, "you don't have to be so cold to me."

aizawa remained silent.

"i don't know why you're acting like this. you're so...cut off. awkward, i guess. that's how you're acting. i'm an old classmate." you giggled. "what, is it just because my career was more successful than yours that you-?"

"some things don't change, huh."

you furrowed your brow. "what do you-? this isn't the way to the principal's office."

"no. we're going to my office. i'm the one who wants to talk to you."

"you can talk to me out here, you don't have to make it weird."

he opened his office door and despite your protests, you stepped inside and freely took a seat.

he closed the door and took up the seat behind the desk across from you. "now, listen. this isn't an invitation to be friends. we're working together, that's it. and i need you to respect me, understand?"

"that i do, eraserhead," you mocked.

"that right there is what i mean. you hold no respect for anyone but yourself."

"oh, c'mon, are you kidding-"

"so i need you to shut the hell up, because i'm in charge."

your mouth clamped shut.

"i don't need you nagging, i don't need you pretending like you were my friend. i won't give you the satisfaction of telling you that you made my high school years hell, but i will tell you that i never considered you a friend, and i still don't. i don't think i ever will. there's very few people i would spare my words to, and you i've saved a lot for."

"i'm...flattered?"

"you can't..." red seemed to dust his cheeks.

your fingers twisted together. "you know...i'm sorry."

aizawa was quiet.

"i am sorry because...i was insecure. you were always better in school than me. you were always...i don't know. just...better, i guess? can i say that? i was lucky you didn't envy the spotlight. you would have taken it from me if you did." you chuckled softly to yourself.

"shut up."

you lifted your head. "what?"

"you were my biggest challenge."

"oh, i'm absolutely flattered."

aizawa stood before nezu's office door and glared at you. you hadn't realized how much his demeanor had changed.

he lifted your chin. "i've come to overcome such issues in the past. but there are some i seem to not be able to escape. dealing with you in the next year..." his eyes narrowed. "you're my biggest problem, y/n.

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UNEDITED.

a/n: i am so sorry this took literal months to get out, i didn't see it because i was off tumblr for a hot second, and then i got into the biggest writing slump i've ever been in i literally could get nothing down. please forgive my tardy completion of this request it's lowkey shit but i had to get it out there :) i love u!

[malicedafirenze]

Unfiltered thoughts about Court of Wanderers by Rin Chupeco

Untagged spoilers below the cut, click at your own risk

For a proper review that makes a bit more sense, see here. This is just my unedited notes I took while reading

Love that Remy and Zidan are back to being bitchy

Lol only one bed but on purpose 

Did Eugenie just fuckin decapitate a guy with her long nails are you fucking kidding me 😂

Ugh Valenbonne showing up in person. Idk if I dislike it bc he’s a hateable bastard or because it lacks believability…

The overgrown castle and night empress cocoon give big video game boss lair energy 

She‘s described with „dark skin, the same shade as Remy‘s“

Oh I‘m glad Remy is finally giving his father a bit of honest ranting about his abusive bs 👀

Lil bit cringe that the kids at the Fata Morgana would ask if Remy, Zidan and Xiaodan are lovers, and take an interest in how Zidan slakes his thirst

Remy telling the kids stories feels a bit indulgent 

Malekh offering to let Remy take control 😍

Again, very self indulgent, could do with more subtlety but well

Good to know that she pegs him sometimes I suppose 😄

They‘re just so transparently horny the whole time. Like I‘m here for it but it gets cheap so quickly if there‘s extended focus on that

Ooov the villain was Aluria‘s colonialism? 👀 (remy‘s mother, re. her motivations, in his dreams)

Vampire pigeon 😂

Them arguing while fucking is funny but also a bit goofy 🙈🙈

I‘m on board with some bdsm familiar shit on display, but the presentation of it somewhere between kink and obligation is a bit off

Lady Rotteburg‘s apologies for her treatment of Remy ring a little hollow/indulgent too

I find it odd that Remy still meets with and gives info to his father‘s messenger?

Ooh okay that was in discussion with Malekh

I find it a bit toothless that xiaodan (and malekh) are so utterly supportive of remy‘s choice re. humanity/vampirism. They seem a big too perfect and potentially boring to me at the moment?

Ok good Zidan is weirdly controlling re. Remy‘s dreams shortly after

I‘m 12 Chapters in and a bit dismayed that I‘m finding it alright so far :')

Missing any acknowledgment of pressure/equalizing when Zidan drags Remy underwater 😑

Malekh‘s past with the night king 🤝 Raihn from TSatWoN

That the whole gathering of court leaders would pause to speculate on what remy has with zidan and xiaodan feels kinda cheap

I‘m here for the exhibitionism but I find it odd in its presentation. Like, ok their whole thing is submission, but it‘s still a weird af combo of a council meeting and an orgy

Like ffs her mother is watching 🙈

I just don’t love how much of the actual dialogue is so self indulgently about „oooh so a reaper is in bed with the third and fourth court leaders“. Like sure make that part of the conversation but it‘s so cheap if that‘s all there is to it

Some of the exposition is presented in sort of plump dialogue 

I‘m bothered that apparently Remy still doesn’t know precisely what being a familiar entails

Elke recapping the development between Allegra and herself feels v much like it could have been much better woven into the story :‘)

So much interpersonal stuff is just really plump. „Hi remy sorry for my lord attacking you I seriously want to be friends. Ok sure I‘ll then immediately answer your deeply personal question that perfectly mirrors your own internal struggle re. getting turned“

Ok them fucking on Ishkibal‘s throne to help Malekh make new memories of it is fun and hot

Gah why does everyone else need to keep talking about it afterwards though, including with Valenbonne 🙉

Still feel like everyone‘s being entirely too generous and forgiving towards valenbonne

I don’t mind the focus being political, but I feel like there’s too much tell vs show

Remy being hurt by Thaïs being one of the traitors rings a lil hollow, calling her a friend when they‘ve only interacted a handful of times and one of those was her being pushy af

And Xiaodan figuring out all the details of the priestess‘ plan is also a bit much? idk

Them both being in a frenzy and remy getting malekh back by insulting him is cute

The whole thing where it uses the nth court leader instead of names is so grating 

I‘m not a fan of how valenbonne is still their ally tbh

Increasingly bothered by everything that makes him appear sympathetic again

He apologizes but he‘s not really rueful about any of the horrible shit he‘s pushed remy to do??? 

This Jost twist is also kinda coming out of nowhere??

Not sure I got completely why and how Ishkibal is using the Night Empress‘ body

I do not like Valenbonne being all badass, using breaker to protect Remy etc, who is this for 😭

Valenbonne‘s „I should have died the day I realized you were still out fighting in those caves“ rings so fucking hollow what 😭😭

“I think the only legacy he wanted to leave behind was you” 

How tf is any of this earned

[the-octic-scribe]

hiatus over, lets do this!!!

hey all, Ive been going through it in life, however Ive decided to try and post something here once a week. however that means your getting raw footage of my soul. my soul is an unedited mess :P

however you all are also getting some of my more one off writings along with some story's for my DnD campaign i run called plane-chase. hope you all like my misc writings, and i apologize for how scattered i am.

to be honest im not confidant in my skills as a writer, so leaving little comments means the world to me, or just liking something lets me know im not screaming into an abyss.

anyways, love you all, hope you enjoy

-O/Z

[amtrak12]

I'm going to do this ask meme that no one asked me for because I printed and filed about 100 CAD drawings today in the physical office building!!! so you can't stop me :P (Also we used to do this all the time back on LiveJournal without anyone asking first. It's called INFLICTING MY FAVORITES ONTO MY FRIENDS LIST 😆 and I'm bringing it back!)

Lucifer Ask Meme

Favorite Male Character:

🚨Error 404🚨 favorite not found -- but I suppose Lucifer by default??? Although, I have a big ol' soft spot for Amenadiel too. I named my second Chromecast after him 🥰 lol

Favorite Female Character:

EVE who should've been in far more episodes than she was. 😡 Who do I sue for that?

Least Favorite Character:

We're going main cast only here, because villains were never in the running. I'm gonna say.... Dan -- BUT I DON'T HATE HIM like I did during my initial watch! It's important to me that you know that! In fact, by this point, I genuinely love him.... I just love him the least out of everyone lol

(Although, if you go by who I want to explore in fic the least, I'd probably say Ella. Because I will happily write Dan/Dan related fic any day of the week. He has too much juicy stuff to explore in each of his relationships with Chloe, Trixie, and Charlotte.) (... yes, I know I haven't written any fic for him yet. But I would!!!)

Prettiest Character:

EVE! My answer is always Eve

My bb 🥰🥰🥰 ignore my unskilled photoshopping pls

Funniest Character:

Trixie 😂 Or do I have to pick an adult character? Because then I'll say Charlotte Richards because Tricia Helfer being a snarky asshole is always hilarious. Also she's prettier than Lucifer and I won't apologize for saying it 😜

Favorite Season:

SEASON TWO! The one where Chloe and Lucifer fell in love 😍😍😍 Unless you put season 4 in front of my face, in which case my favorite is season 4 because EVE (and also the God tier -- pun intended -- soap drama in the S4 plots. It's good shit XD)

(No I'm 100% serious, Chloe nearly poisoned Lucifer with the aim to perma-ban him to Hell!!! I don't understand why everyone is so mad about it still???? That's a true romance story to me. 😍 The epitome of the Third Act's Darkest Hour if I ever saw one LOLOLOL)

Favorite Episode:

2.13 A Good Day to Die -- that Unsteady scored montage tho!!!!! *swoons* (Yes, I put a YouTube link to watch it. No, I don't care if you've never seen the show before. It's good shit!!!!!) (probably not as good out of context, but again DON'T CARE! 🥰)

Favorite Romantic Ship:

Deckerstar (Lucifer/Chloe). Obviously, yes, Maze/Eve are prettier

Like even their (entirely unedited bc I'm lazy) silhouettes are prettier. I UNDERSTAND THE FACTS, YOU GUYS! However, Lucifer/Chloe are messier, and as a fic writer, I'm going to give the edge to messy. 👍

Favorite Family Ship:

Trixie with her parents (Chloe and Dan) T_T LOOK! The parent/child relationships are a big reason this show managed to sink its hooks into me. (Well... that and the S3 finale wing scene 👀 oops)

(Bonus category, my LEAST favorite family ship: God with each and every one of his children ROTFL 😆 Terrible father. Maybe an okay god idk! But a garbage father. 👎)

Favorite Friendship:

Maze & Linda! (But Maze & Chloe desperately needed to be explored more in later seasons. It's so RUDE how the writers basically dropped them after Maze moved out. Also there's a TOOOOOON of untapped potential in a Chloe-Eve friendship, I'm just saying 👀👀👀)

Worst Ship:

CHLOE/CAIN! 🤮🤮🤮 Obviously they post-date the term by a lot, but this is exactly the kind of ship the word 'squick' was coined for *shudders*

And because I can't leave this on such an icky note....

Funniest Unspoken Joke in the Entire Show:

Charlotte wearing a shirt with Chloe's face on it while Dan gives her the big 'all in' relationship speech. NO ONE POINTS IT OUT IN ANY WAY! But I am fucking dying. 🤣🤣🤣 It's impossible to convey why this is so funny to those of you who haven't seen the show, but here's a Powerpoint slide to try. (click to enlarge, alt text available)

@ Whoever wrote/staged this scene: I'm kissing you on the mouth. 12/10 no notes. 🤣👍👍

[ellebeebee]

Heart

Eyyyy, Happy 7kpp Week 2018 y’all~!

Usual Sabine/Zarad stuff.  I liked playing with this theme 8)

1616 words, Revaire!MC/Zarad, general

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Cordelia would never be so vulgar as to yawn, but it seemed Emmett and Clarmont were not above cracking their jaws against the winding down hours.  And even Cordelia looked a little slack around the cheeks, and she blinked rapidly, turning her lashes into fluttering butterflies struggling to prop her eyes open.

Clarmont threw his hand down on the card table with a rueful smile. “If I had any idea how quickly I would be bankrupted at the Summit, I might have stayed home.”

Cordelia let the gentlemen push her winning toward her with a small smile.  It wouldn’t do, after all, for a lady to scrabble and stretch across a table.

Beside her, Zarad pushed Sabine’s game chips over along with his own. “I am afraid we always sit at the card table with the princess to our doom.”

“She sure is--” Emmett started, interrupted by a tonsil-revealing yawn. “--the best here.  Sorry.”

Cordelia gave him a practiced and indulgent smile. “I hope you all have enjoyed yourselves.  I certainly have, but I am afraid I am quite tired.  I think I shall retire.”

“I think that is a good idea,” Clarmont said.  He stood to pull Cordelia’s chair.

“Oh, no!” Sabine protested.  She fluttered the fingers of one hand, a champagne flute in the other. “Oh, don’t go, loves!  I haven’t lost nearly enough yet!”

Cordelia, Clarmont, and Emmett smiled and made their apologies.  They left the parlor, leaving the dwindling little clusters of chatting delegates and the ever-deepening shadows.  It had become the habit of the more night- and company-inclined guests to linger together in the parlor for after-dinner drinks.  For the last few days Zarad and Sabine had run a cards table with rotating partners as their friend’s obligations changed.

Zarad leaned back to the little rolling cart with its ice bucket and pulled the champagne bottle out.  His silken robes slid a bit more open (shocking that such a thing was even possible!) and the low candlelight went gliding over his desert moon skin.  He caught her looking and gave her one of the smuggest smolders she’d witnessed yet.  She returned a very arch brow.

“Congratulations are in order,” he said, pouring the bottle’s last drops into his glass.

“Excuse me?  I know you are a little unique in the head, but you can’t have already forgotten that I am considerably lighter in the purse tonight.”

“Now, now,” he said. “You don’t have to be so modest with me.  You’ve succeeded in your greatest ambition, dear.  Quite an accomplishment!”

She sipped at her glass and didn’t dignify him with a comment.

Undeterred, he leaned forward with a smile and a wafter of spiced perfume. “You’ve finally gotten me alone, all to yourself.”

Sabine stared at him. “You know, you have gotten quite presumptuous of lately.  Assuming you know my mind before I do.  Quite ungentlemanly.”

“Gentleman?  I should hope I would never be called that.  I don’t know how well I could bear such an insult.  And the only thing I know is that I am helpless to stop the heights to which I bedazzle you.”

She placed her flute on the green felt of the card table and pulled some the discarded hands closer to them.

“I don’t believe that a bit,” she said, using a finger to flip some cards over, one by one. “In fact, I think-- no, I know you have caught on to more than you show.  So show me.”

He gazed at her with quizzical smile. “Show you?”

“Tell me which card I am.”

And she flushed then-- because his the muscles around his eyes relaxed that small bit that told her he was looking at her with the constant mask had lifted.  Lifted just enough for her to peek under-- but it was enough.  Those peeks felt like being trapped together, nose to nose, beneath a veil.  She wouldn’t say it, but he was right.  He bedazzled her with his night eyes.

Zarad looked down at the cards, his crooked smile curling back up.  His fingers danced over the remains of their games.

“It depends,” he said, tone low, “Which version of you we’re speaking of.”

She tilted her head, long earrings swinging. “I have versions?”

“If it is the Red Baroness of Revaire we speak of--”

He pushed a card face-up toward her.  The queen of clubs, wielding her scepter in a threatening fist.  The queen of violence.  Of aggression, self-service.

Zarad’s fingers left the queen of clubs to pick up another card. “If it is the public Sabine, the baroness you present to society--”

Beside the queen of clubs, he laid down another.  The queen of diamonds.  The materialistic woman.  Wordly and unmindful of greater concerns.

He gazed at her as he selected and put down a third card. “But beneath even that--”

The queen of hearts.  The queen of love.  Love both romantic and platonic, and the people’s queen.

Sabine propped her chin on a hand; Cordelia would be horrified at such a casual and unladylike pose.  But she couldn’t help it.  He was so dangerous, because he made her want to drop each and every facade and game.  She smiled at him.

He gazed back for a long moment.  He blinked and dropped his eyes to the cards, surprising her.

She tapped the queen of hearts sitting by her two sisters. “And this is the true Sabine?”

He smiled and stared at it. “I wonder.”

Before the moment went too long and too close, Zarad’s hand reached for the cards again.  He plucked one up, brows back down into their flirty set and his eyes glittering.

“As for myself--” He laid his card down with a flourish. “The jack of hearts: the constant servant and devotee to his queen.”

The jack and queen of hearts stared up at them from the green felt.  They certainly looked a pair, with their matching red ink hearts and twining roses.

Sabine hummed. “Again, you are always so slippery.”

“Oh?”

“In some games the jack is the highest ranking, and in others it is the lowest.  Your jack plays at the lover, but he is a trickster.” She raised a brow at him; he smiled vaguely. “I believe it is my turn?”

She reached forward and shifted through the mess of cards.  When she found it, she glanced up and carefully laid it down before him.

The king of hearts.

They were two of the last delegates left in the parlor, and she could feel the eyes of the servants at the edges of the room.  She was afraid there was a particular pair of violet eyes boring a hole in her head, but at the moment nothing mattered more to her than the eyes in front of her.

The king hearts is unique of all the kings, not holding his weapon before him.  Rather, his hand held a sword aloft, stabbing backward and appearing to go straight through his skull.  The suicide king, he’s called.  The king of sacrifice, of ill-fated ends.

She watched him stare at the card, and she watched him command the muscles of his face into a smooth facade.  She summoned her own soft smile, as aware as he of the eyes in the room on them.

“I worry,” she near-whispered, “That the path you’re on is treacherous and unforgiving.  It is narrow-- too narrow to allow you the comfort of your true thoughts and feelings.  That you kill the Zarad you deserve to be constantly.  Every day.”

She ran a finger up the side of the little paperboard card. “But you know, there is a different interpretation of the king of hearts; that he is not stabbing himself, but brandishing his sword high in victory.”

Her finger walked from the card across the table to his hand resting on the felt.  She slipped her fingers beneath his.  Their eyes met.

“That is the Zarad I see,” she said, voice so low it was little more than a silent mouthing.

His eyes roamed over her.  Then darted beyond her, and back again.  He smiled. “Then the situation is worse than I feared; you have become so bedazzled that you are quite seeing things.  It seems it is time for us to finally part-- no, don’t cling, dear, we must be strong.”

She slipped her hand from his with a wry glare, just as Jasper materialized silently at her shoulder.

“My lady--”

“Yes, Jasper,” Sabine said, standing.  Zarad stood as well, and she eyed him. “I was just giving some wasted advice to this fool I found here.  But I had best be on my way now.”

Jasper gave a half-bow and stood aside waiting.  She gave one last raised brow to the usual sparkling smoulder in Zarad’s eye, and she dipped into the habitual curtsy before turning.

And she stopped.  Because she’d laid her hand on the back of the chair she’d been sitting in as she turned to sweep her skirts free of the card table and its ornate chairs, and on the hand she’d so thoughtlessly dropped to the back of chair now laid Zarad’s hand.  His fingers caught her pinky and ring finger, and they lightly squeezed before letting go.  When she looked up, his smile did not pull a bit out of place or his eyes register anything out of his usual nonsense.

She did not fare so well.  The suddenness had surprised her, and so her defenses were quite helpless against the strange intimacy of such a small thing.  Heat rose in her face.

Jasper cleared his throat.  She whipped around and walked from the parlor, a silly smile barely bit down about her lips.

[kithtaehyung]

ugh f*ck (m) | myg

— “who you belong to.”

title: UGH F*CK parts: one by @kookskingdom​, two by @yoon2k​​ pairing: yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; boxer au ; boxer!yoongi , ring girl!reader summary: you tend to yoongi’s wounds after a match, even though you damn well know that someone is coming to pick you up. very, very soon. warnings: pwp, swearing, dirty talk, infidelity (that turns out to be consensual it’ll all make sense!!), fingering, penetration, unprotected (pls be safe), voyeurism, exhibitionism, consent wbk, rough sex, choking, degradation, humiliation, dom!jin, clit slapping, overstimulation, crying, daddy kink, touch of aftercare, sl*t/wh*re mentions, creampie, begging, orgasm denial, breast play, boxer yoongi??, rich suited up seokjin???, feelings??, just a yoonjin pwp idk what else to say note: this is a last-second surprise for @sugakookitty​!! dee, the theme is purely for you I CANT DO THIS AGAIN!! no more! and i have no excuses other than i was coerced by four people, and two of them are min yoongi and kim seokjin (whom i heard you were thirsting hard for lately!) lastly, ty to my brain for actually allowing this fic to happen note 2: umm.. this is also for the yoonjin stans lol also it’s p unedited so apologies! total word count: 6k drop date: december 16th, 2021, 1:22am est

Like every other time, Yoongi left the ring a champion. 

In fact, everything that happened today was as predictable as the changing of seasons. You got to work, prepped for the matches, turned down many drunken suitors, and wrapped everything up when the crowds filed out. 

The only thing you didn’t predict this time was how banged up Yoongi got during his fight. 

Are bloody noses and black eyes considerably normal for fighters? Absolutely. Which attests to Yoongi’s adept and efficient fighting style, really, since the man rarely garners anything worse than a few bruises. 

But this time? When you watched the big screens, it was hard to miss the busted lip, cut eyebrow, and multiple scratches on his face—injuries you knew he could feel and taste. You couldn’t express your concern while out in the stadium since you upheld professionalism, but as soon as you could catch him backstage you were at his side. 

“You should wash those out.” 

Yoongi waves you off as he walks further down the hall. “Don’t tell me what to do, doll. I got a press conference.” 

“They’ll get infected if you don’t,” you insist over the surrounding commotion, bare legs trotting to keep up and maneuver the corridor. “I’ve seen it before and it’s gross.”

A look is cast over his shoulder. Instead of listening to your attempts, he simply offers through a smirk, “If you’re such a pro, why don’t you do it then?” 

“What? Me?” 

“Yeah.” Yoongi adjusts the towel on his shoulders before stopping in front of solid double doors. “Be a good girl and wait in my room.”  

“But”–you pause, wondering if you should tell him that you need to leave on time today–“I don’t know if I–”

“You can,” he says with confidence. Adjusting your body so that you face the hallway again, he slaps your ass before ordering, “Now go, brat. I’m already late.” 

Checking your phone for any new messages, you cock a brow when nothing graces your lock screen. Odd. He’s supposed to be coming soon. 

But you still wait like the good girl you are. The good girl that deserves jail time. 

Laid out on the leather sofa that sits in Yoongi’s room, you start playing with the seams of your shorts, thinking about nothing and everything. The time he cornered you in your dressing room, the time you practiced with him and Hoseok and Namjoon… 

You should feel ashamed. Do you? You really should. Because what would h—

The swing of a door hits your ears. 

Jolting from the couch, you feel the intense aura Yoongi brings into the room, its magnetism and fire gravitating you to his form. Even while he’s on his phone, typing away, your reaction to his entrance is visceral. Foolish. That damned combination of confidence and aloofness is what always gets you, and you can see them both in the way he pockets his device and dumps himself where you were just lying.

Ass. He doesn’t need to slump his arms over the back of the sofa like a bored king.

“Well?”

Blinking at his already impatient tone, you reply, “What do you mean, well?”

Yoongi simply points to his sarcastic as fuck expression. “Get to it, miss nurse.”

With a roll of your eyes, you sigh, going over to him with heated steps. In a bout of pettiness, you yank the white towel from one side of his neck before strutting away to his sink, cheeks warming when you hear a gravelly laugh nudge your back. 

“If they ever change those uniforms, I’m retiring.” 

“You’ll never retire,” you retort, dousing the fabric in cold water. “Not as long as you’re making bank and fucking ring girls for free.”

Another puff of mirth erupts. “Read me like a fucking book.” 

“I assure you your book is like, two lines long.” When you’re done wringing the towel, you rummage through a nearby medicine cabinet for rubbing alcohol before making your way back. 

It’s not the silence that gives you pause, but the way Yoongi stares at you—a shrouded expression that you’ve seen grace his face more often lately. Swallowing your thoughts, you remind yourself that you really don’t have time to screw around—literally—so you need to make this quick. 

The plan was to sit next to him while cleaning his face. 

But the wide spread of his legs doesn’t make that possible.

“Can you move? I need to sit.” 

Yoongi’s smile is lopsided, and you absolutely abhor the fact that it’s even hotter while sporting a cut. He takes no arms off the back of the sofa, only prodding a cheek with his tongue before mentioning, “Got a seat for you right here, ring girl.” 

“Ugh, stop,” you plead, “I gotta go soon!”

“Then you better hurry up, huh?”

Huffing one last time, you wordlessly straddle his white sweats, already plotting revenge on his cockiness and entitlement. “Screw you, Min Yoongi,” you hiss to his shameless face checking out your bunched shorts and exaggerated cleavage. 

“Yes, please.”

When you feel a hand snake around to cup your ass, you swat it away. “No funny business. I’m just cleaning you up and heading out.” 

“Uh huh,” the boxer responds, obviously unconvinced.

The wounds on Yoongi’s face are already dried. Seeing his otherwise unblemished skin, still coated with a light sheen, you find it harder and harder to concentrate. 

Why the fuck does he have to be so attractive? And why the hell can’t you contain yourself around him anymore? Damn that stupid dressing room incident. And damn this man licking his lips while looking at yours. 

“Tick tock, doll.”

“Fuck,” you whisper, embarrassment drenching you when Yoongi grins in pride. “Okay, stay still.”

At first, you solely concentrate on cleaning and wiping the dried blood out of his cuts. Having seen this done dozens of times before, you already semi-knew what to do, making sure to get them ready for the antiseptic. 

But over time, your pinched brows and bitten lip slowly relaxed, giving away to a different expression. Surprisingly, cleaning someone’s injuries is quite intimate. And it doesn’t help that you’re straddling this particular patient, nor does it help that at some point, his eyes had also softened and his arms had wrapped around your waist. 

You’re completely silent when you stop wiping Yoongi down, not saying anything as you put alcohol on the towel. When you finally speak, your voice comes out as a whisper, “This part might hurt.” 

He only flicks his eyebrows up once in wordless reply, his eyes still staring at your tongue darting out to wet your lips. Strange. Usually he has a cheeky answer ready to fire. 

You get through the next part of cleaning without a hitch, trying your best to ignore the way Yoongi started rubbing his thumbs on your lower back. His phone even vibrated a couple times and he completely ignored it, which never happens—unless he’s rearranging someone’s stomach or is jammed into their throat. 

“That should do it,” you conclude, using the other side of the long towel to wipe him dry. “And now I really have to go.” 

“Kiss me.”

Your brain grinds to a halt. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Did you accidentally rub alcohol on his brain? What’s with him? You both know the only things you’re capable of are quick flings, though even those are crossing the line for you. He’s never once asked for something so simple. “Yoongi, I—”

“Just one.” He squeezes his veiny arms around you, licking the lips you just swiped clean. “Come on, pretty girl. Think of it as a thank you.”

“Fine,” you surrender, chucking the towel as close to the nearest bin as possible. “Entitled ass.”

“You love it.”

Staring at his face, perfect except for the dust of cuts and other wounds, you find him wildly attractive in the moment. Scarily attractive. Almost enough to make you—

His lips meet yours and cut your train of thought short. 

Already smothered in Yoongi’s embrace, you lean into his touch without any further coercion, slinging your arms around his sweaty neck and pulling at the ends of his hair. Fuck, you wanted to do this ever since he got in the ring. You want to do this every time he’s within two feet of your beating heart. 

He tugs your bottom lip before releasing it with a pop. “What did I just say,” he asks, voice deep and laden with cockiness. 

“Just shut up.” You smash your lips back onto his, rolling your hips like you’re more angry with him than anything. 

Because you are. Goddamn it, you are. Angry with him, with the man that gave him those wounds in the first place, with yourself–you aren’t quite sure. But you start to flex your thighs on his again and again and again, enough for a mischievous laugh to rumble from his chest.  

You know you don’t have a lot of time–no time, frankly–and yet you can’t force yourself away. Not in the slightest. Willpower has no meaning, especially when you start to feel evidence of his own lust building under your core. 

“Don’t seem rushed to leave now, do you? All it takes is getting you on my lap?” Yoongi swats your asscheek before grabbing it in his veiny hands. “Too easy.” 

“No, I…” You pepper kisses along his stupid face, careful to miss his injuries but careless with your words between each peck. “I need to go. He’s waiting for me. I shouldn’t be here.” 

Yoongi’s eyes remain lidded while you lather his face in your love. When you see them widen slightly at something behind you, no time is given for you to escape his death grip and sudden rough kiss to your puffy lips. 

What’s—

Light and sound burst into the room when the door opens, and your entire heart slams to the ground when you hear a very, horrifyingly familiar voice, 

“Yoongi! What’s up, my bro?” 

Holy fuck. 

Is that Jin?

Jin. Seokjin. Your boyfriend, Seokjin? 

Nothing can describe the outright dread you feel in your center, creeping down your limbs like sinister molasses and rendering you powerless. Life with Seokjin flashes before your eyes, second after second unraveling and pricking your heart until it bleeds out. 

You’re fully situated on Yoongi’s hard-on; Jin is standing in the doorway; Yoongi’s greeting him as if they’ve known each other for years.

“Sup, idiot.”  

“You didn’t see my texts?” Your nightmare slowly walks over with his hands in his suit pockets, hollow clinks echoing from under his high-end shoes. Mortified, you stay still—unblinking in your compromising position and feeling a burning sensation in the corners of your eyes. “Just left work early to pick up someone that needed a ride.”

It’s when he finishes his explanation that he finally looks down at your shock, features unmoving when he plainly greets, “Hi, angel.” 

You choke on an empty sob, biting your lip to keep it from quivering. It’s too late to make it seem like anything else, too late to dismount from Yoongi’s warmth. But instead of mentioning a breakup or vowing severe punishment, your boyfriend simply walks off to grab a chair, twisting it toward you and settling in. 

…What the fuck. 

What the fuck? 

What’s happening? What’s he doing? Shouldn’t this situation be a textbook example of how a relationship ends? You’re literally straddling another man’s thighs—panties and shorts soaked through and lips puffed and smeared—and your boyfriend grabs a goddamn seat?

And why did he come in only to say hi so casually to Yoongi? 

Your haze is sliced with words, considerate in meaning but cold in tone, “Don’t let me distract you.” 

Your eyes widen to the point of pain. “What?”

Seokjin simply dusts a speck of nothing off his thigh. “You’re clearly in the middle of something, sweetheart.” 

“But… I…” You strain your neck to keep your eyes on his lax form behind you, turning to briefly face Yoongi’s bored expression before swerving around again. “You’re not… Upset?” 

A chilling laugh bubbles from your boyfriend’s throat. It’s enough to cast goosebumps on your arms, and you can only sit there in complete awe. When he speaks, you turn into ice.

“You think I don’t already know?” 

Another devilish sound pierces you through. “Oh, doll… You have no idea, do you?” 

The sudden reveal throws you for a thousand loops, twisting your brain and dissolving it into mush. 

Jin knows? What does that mean? What does he know about? When you stare at Yoongi, taking in his fiendish smile and curved eyes, you can’t think of a single coherent thought. Your legs are suddenly both jelly and lead, unmoving when you try to yank yourself upward. 

“Go on then, sweetheart,” you boyfriend goads, “Your cunt’s already wet, isn’t it? I bet it’s throbbing just from getting caught, huh?” 

Why the fuck is he so right! 

A small whimper escapes you as Yoongi tugs you down onto his clothed cock, his eyes narrowed and glinting. “Answer him.” 

“Yes—”

“Louder.” 

“Yes!” you squeak out, whining when Yoongi lifts you and forces your deadened legs to cooperate in keeping you upright. As you stand limp before him, confused, he cocks his head. 

“If you wanna be a dirty whore so bad, show him then, princess.” 

You’re completely conflicted right now. On one hand, you’re hyper aware of your feelings regarding both of the men watching you, and the realization that they both know about each other still hasn’t quite processed in your brain. On the other hand, you really don’t know if your boyfriend is okay with what’s happening. Does he really not mind? Is he really okay with sharing? 

Turning to face him, you watch his dark expression when you ask, “Is this really okay?” 

“Now you wanna ask?” 

Your heart flatlines.

“What about all those other times, angel? Did you feel like asking me then?” 

His relentless onslaught is valid and destructive. You feel incredibly sick to your stomach, all the times you’ve gone behind his back now laughing at you with disdain. Without much prelude, tears start rolling down your cheeks and you feel a hollowness in your throat. “Baby, I—”

Jin’s already out of his chair, going to you and encasing you in his familiar cologne. When he brings a hand up, it’s only to softly cup your chin, his lips claiming yours in a deep, tender kiss right after. He’s uncaring about the way your lipstick smeared, or the way you must taste metallic, which further serves to confuse you. 

When Seokjin slowly pulls away, you meet his lidded eyes like he holds your entire existence in his palms. Rubbing your cheek with a thumb, he whispers, “It’s okay. I don’t mind, sweetheart.” 

As his hand falls away and his warmth leaves your chest, you breathe, “You don’t?” 

“With the way you always look at me? Even now? I know you know who you belong to.” Mocking contemplation, he leers at you while rubbing his chin.

And at his sudden drop in tone, you fear him more than Death itself. 

“I just need to see how you’re getting fucked behind my back, that’s all.”  

Oh, fuck. 

You are so fucked. 

“You heard your man, baby girl,” Yoongi finally growls, grabbing your hips and forcing you to fall back onto his lap. Roughly grabbing your face to squish it, he has you look straight at your boyfriend alongside him. “Let’s give him a show.” 

Jin’s already back in his seat, glaring as Yoongi drags your top downward to release your breasts. As you yelp, he cups your throat and snaps the band of your shorts. “Take these off. Hurry up.” 

Air supply cut short, you watch your boyfriend’s expression as you shakily tug down your uniform bottoms, lifting your ass off Yoongi’s legs to slide them off fully. Strings of your slick taper from your cunt as the garments hit the floor, and you can feel more than see the change in Jin’s eyes. 

Yoongi’s voice is deeper than trenches when he commands, “Spread those fucking legs. Wider.” 

You push your lips together as you obey, splayed out on Yoongi’s all-white tracksuit, drenched cunt facing your silent boyfriend. Your head rests heavily on his collarbone, but you can’t bring yourself to move. 

“You see that, hyung,” Yoongi questions from behind as he brings a hand down to open your lips further. “Knew she couldn’t wait to get caught. Dirty whore.” 

He gives your clit a quick slap before releasing your throat to get his dick out, and you gasp for precious oxygen while reeling from the pleasurable sting. 

The fact that Seokjin is actually fine with all of this happening intrigues you and turns you on tenfold, your highest fantasy being this exact scenario unfolding right now. How did you get so lucky? It’s like they both knew exactly what you needed, wanted, craved before anything else.

Yoongi was on his phone when he came into the room initially. Was Seokjin the one he was texting? This is all too much to take in. But they’re both here, both acutely aware of everything you do, devouring you with their eyes. 

Despite this ridiculous miracle, something is missing. You feel it in your bones. 

Is it the fact that you want to be… rightfully punished for this? For your sins? It can’t be that. It can’t be how you truly feel. 

But when Yoongi growls his next words, you banish all of those thoughts at once. 

“You should be fuckin’ ashamed.” 

What you feel against your back is his cock—solid as a rock; what you feel against your front is his fingers seizing a nipple and pulling hard. You cry out at the pain, whimpering when his hand slips down to tease your clit. 

“Deepthroating us behind his back. Getting a train run on you. Telling him nothing.” 

Two fingers plunge into your cunt, curling upward to hit exactly where you want them to. You’re temporarily blinded and screaming out indecipherable syllables. 

“Finger-fucked while he’s right in front of you. Can’t believe he still wants to fuck this cunt. You don’t deserve him.” 

“I don’t,” you agree wholeheartedly as your body fucks long fingers, eyes shooting lust right into the ceiling. “I don’t.” 

“Lift your ass up. You’re gonna take this dick like the ungrateful slut you are.” 

Shit, did you just hear Jin groan? 

Teeth nick your ear before pouring more and more filth inside. Abruptly, soaked fingers are removed from your core with another quick slap, skirting around your hips to lube a throbbing cock behind you. As your vision descends back to your boyfriend, your lower back feels just how wet you got Yoongi’s digits. 

“I said lift this ass up.” When rough hands grip your hips, you feel your asscheeks grind up Yoongi’s jacket, sweat and desire causing your skin to slide and heat up to a thousand degrees.

Immediately, you’re speared by Yoongi’s girth, arching your back and crying out when your cunt pulses wildly against its wide head. Your legs shake on impact, straining every muscle to keep yourself upright. “Yoongi!” 

“That’s right, princess,” he grits into your neck, thrusting up into you without a shred of hesitation. “Keep saying who you really belong to.” 

Jin’s low voice darts across the room in an instant, “Watch it.” 

You’re absolutely certain Yoongi’s grinning back in response behind your mussed hair and bouncing chest, and being the object of both their desires in the moment flings you into another universe of ecstasy. Hands make their way to both of your breasts, groping them hard before pinching your nipples. 

“Fuck!” Your breath is next to gone, lost to moans and whines as you’re being wrecked between your legs. 

“You like that?” Both of Yoongi’s arms tug you down, slamming you right to the base of his cock and holding you there to take his fast movements. He completely revels in your cries when he laughs, “Of course you do. Dirty fucking whore.” 

It hurts so good. Your walls are being spread again and again and again, and you have to relax them to allow Yoongi more room to intrude. “Oh, my god,” you gasp out, “Yoongi, please!” 

He has to know your legs are giving out. That your thighs are blocks of exhausted muscle—nothing more. But even if he does, Yoongi doesn’t care in the slightest, ramming his cock inside you so deep that your stomach will walk away with the same bruises on his face. 

“Your girl feels so good around my cock, hyung,” he taunts, his hot breath rolling down your sweat-slicked chest. “It’s like she doesn’t want me to leave.” 

When you listen for a reply, you only get silence. And that seems to delight the younger man in the room, his dark chuckles assaulting your earlobe. 

Damn him and his laughs. You can help but clench around his dick, and his reaction to that is to burst in higher pitched glee. “That’s right, baby girl. You know you’re really mine.” 

The scraping of metal chair legs grinds your ears, and you snap your eyes to where your boyfriend is leaving his seat. 

Oh, fuck. Is he leaving? No no no he can’t leave. Is he really mad now? Fuck, he’s livid. He doesn’t want you anymore. 

“Baby!” you suddenly plead, “Come here—” 

“Save it.” 

Fuck! He didn’t even address you by any names. Fuck fuck fuck!

Tears are rolling down your face, taking your makeup with them. “Jinnie—” 

“Jinnie’s not concerned with a slut like you,” Yoongi sneers, thrusting up into you and making you see stars. You’re so damn conflicted, feeling euphoric in this state and in an outright panic in your gut. Why the hell do you feel this way? “Fuck, Jin, she’s clenching around me so fucking hard. This your girl?” 

“I am,” you cry out. Pulling all your strength from your center, your lips quiver when you finally address Jin how you want to, how you’ve never addressed him anywhere else outside his lavish penthouse.

“Daddy, please—” 

Yoongi stops.

Jin straightens. 

When your boyfriend stalks forward, it’s not anger or fury embedded in his features. No. Not at all. 

Seokjin is hunger incarnate. 

His eyes may as well be bleeding black all the way through, and you forget any strain you feel in your muscles at the sight of them. When you dart your gaze down, the angry bulge in his pants makes you wetter than you’ve ever been, and you look at him with pure shock. 

It seems that even Yoongi feels the shift in the room when you say it. You never said it during his competition with Hoseok and Namjoon. Only the latter implied that you did when you were fucking him. 

But now, after hearing that fly out of your mouth, something in him snaps because he transforms  into another beast entirely. Seokjin doesn’t even make it all the way to you before your arms are held back at their elbows, arching you forward and allowing next to no movement. A strangled whine leaves your mouth as your face is tilted to the ceiling. 

And all you see is your boyfriend staring down at your naked, restricted form, fully dressed in the designer suit he left work in.

Fuck, he is so goddamn fine.

Undisturbed by your pussy getting reamed, he simply brushes a thumb against your mouth. “Does my greedy girl want daddy? Want his generous dick in her mouth while she gets fucked?” 

“Yes!” Your brows pinch in desperation. “Fuck yes, daddy.” 

Immediately, Seokjin inserts a finger in you instead, leering down at your batting eyelashes. “I didn’t hear you,” he lies. 

You’re about to shout louder when he inserts more, jamming his long digits in until you’re filled and moaning around him. 

Holy shit. You’re going to hell. Just the feeling of Jin’s fingers in your mouth while Yoongi thrusts up into you is enough to get one foot over the edge. As your boyfriend regards you with a bored expression that can burn cities, your pussy wrestles Yoongi in a vice grip. 

“Oh, fuck,” you hear him groan behind you, snaking a wet hand around your throat to cut off your air supply even more. You damn near blackout from the sensation of suffering at both their thick, veiny hands. 

But Jin can sense it because he promptly yanks his fingers out, roughly patting your cheek with your saliva before tutting, “Guess that’s a no. Too bad.” 

Fuck! Frustrated, you loll your head forward. You’ve been denied from so many things while being granted a million. 

But he’s still here. Jin’s still here. Voluntarily watching you get split in two by a world-renowned boxer. 

And you cannot describe how turned on that makes you. 

Your pussy desperately aches for release around Yoongi, your high being so close from having Jin’s fully clothed form right in front of your debauchery. From being degraded, shamed, and spoiled all at once.

It seems that both men know your body well. 

As soon as your breath hitches profusely, Yoongi bucks you forward and releases you entirely, making your spent form fumble to the ground on all fours. You’re lucky to get one hand planted correctly, your forearm and knees not as fortunate.  

But no rest for the fucked. “Get up. Get on the couch.” 

Your body barely cooperates as you strain to lift yourself. A three ton weight of exhaustion and shame pushes you down, biceps and thighs burning with betrayal. Turning your head to see Jin unphased, you catch a glimpse of something in his eyes, something carnal and sinful. 

And you feel like the dirtiest and most wanted woman on the planet. 

Yoongi leans down and grips your chin, snapping your face to his. “You good?”

The sudden question causes your brain to reset. “Yeah,” you blurt, confused. 

“Bet.” Your limbs are softly pulled upward, and the fighter dumps you onto his couch with a grunt. Immediately swallowing your naked form in his unzipped jacket, he positions his cock at your entrance while murmuring, “Thought you hit the floor kinda hard.” 

You almost don’t know how to respond to this Yoongi. Is he really acting… concerned? “I did,” you admit, “But not too bad.” 

“Good girl.” 

His dark bangs stick to his forehead, and you find yourself swelling with something dangerous. Whether it’s from his turn of character, or just seeing his face again, you aren’t sure and you don’t know how to feel about it. 

You’ve been facing Jin that entire time. Why did your heart flutter either way? 

Sweat drips onto your cheeks as Yoongi whispers, “Eyes on me.” 

As you flick your gaze upward at the command, he pushes himself back inside your throbbing cunt, the pair of you groaning at the connection. Overwhelmed by multiple emotions, your heart starts to bang the walls of your chest, as if being charmed by Yoongi’s spell. 

Because what was that? What did you feel just then? There existed something in the pair of eyes above you, something you didn’t want to address.

“Always so fucking tight,” Yoongi grits, fully sheathing himself before increasing his pace faster and faster. “Too tight for a slut.” 

And just like that, the spell dissipates, and you’re a shaking mess under his attack. Thrust after thrust after deep thrust shoves you into the arm of the sofa, and your finally freed hands grab onto his sleeves for support. “Yoongi, fuck!”

“Just like that, doll,” he growls with purpose, “Say my name again.”

“Yoongi—” 

He shoves his cock so far into you that you taste him on your tongue. “Louder.”

Eyes squeezed tight, you rip his name out of your throat, gasping when he sets a relentless pace, the ridges of his dick rubbing so well against your walls that you feel your high approaching fast again. “Oh, my god!”

Yoongi then grabs your outside leg to lift over his shoulder, his brows furrowing in focus as he leans further into you. “You gonna come for me, angel? I feel it. You can’t hide from me.”

“I wanna,” you wheeze out, body limp and thrumming all over with pleasure. “So bad.”

“Then come. Come for me, you dirty whore.”

You feel a fire flare inside your chest. 

Because there’s a single, astute truth that you can’t escape. An understanding that you’ve solidified into fact. 

And the only other person that knows this about you is sitting right across the room. 

You sense his lips curve in pride, his confidence drowning the room from floor to chipped ceiling. When you turn your head, he’s already standing, hands planted on his hips and slightly lifting the ends of his jacket. 

“Daddy,” you call out to him, ignoring Yoongi’s stare completely. When Seokjin tilts his head, you finish the sentence you always request in his presence without fail, “Can I?”

And ever his favorite answer, he denies, “No.” 

“Please, I—” Turning back to Yoongi, you moan as he continues to plunge into you, strokes getting rougher as he plants a frustrated hand on the back of the couch. Staring right into the fighter’s eyes, you admit to Jin, “It feels so good.” 

Yoongi groans above you while you hear a scoff. “Why should I let you, sweetheart?” 

“Because… I… Fuck!” It’s when you’re speaking that Yoongi decides to lift your other leg up, hoisting them both over your body to fold you tight. Your words become unintelligible as you keep pleading to him, to Yoongi, to anyone. It’s all too much to handle. Your pussy is reaching its breaking point and you need release. Now. 

But ever patient, Jin simply asks again, “Because what, angel?” 

Hot tears are quick to form in your eyes, rolling down into your ears as Yoongi continues to stroke at a torturous pace. Your coil is winding and winding and you don’t know if anyone on Earth would be able to stop it now. Stomach squished and face burning, you cry out, “I’ll be good! I’ll do anything! Just, please!” 

“Not good enough.” 

What the fucking hell! Seokjin knows you need release. He knows how much you’re burning from the inside. He knows how sorry you are even though he knew everything. 

Dry sobs destroy your throat, the stimulation coming from everywhere—inside and outside, Yoongi and Seokjin—overwhelming and driving you over an edge you’ve never reached before. The coil twists and winds and curves into itself terrifyingly taut. Tighter and tighter and too fucking tight.  

“I need it!” you choke out, as if you’ll never say another word again. “I’ll do whatever you want! Please!” 

Finally—finally—Jin drags you to paradise.

“Then go ahead, sweetheart. Come like you do for daddy.” 

Like a dam crumbling, you come violently around Yoongi at his words, trembling and shaking and throwing your head all the way back. Waves crash against your body as your limbs lock at hard angles, pummeling you all the way to your proverbial shore. 

Above you, Yoongi releases a guttural moan, stuttering his hips when you milk him impossibly hard. “What the fuck!” With an erratic pace, he spills inside of you, string after molten string painting your walls white. Sweat from his cut brow drips onto your face, and the skin you can see under his white clothing is flushed as red as the robe he wears into the ring. 

Your legs fall back straight. 

One breath. Then another. 

Seconds later, it feels like centuries have passed. You’re a limp mess on the sofa, molding with its damp leather as you lie completely still. 

In a slightly better state, Yoongi pulls out and spreads your numb thighs, letting one of your legs dangle off the furniture. “Look at you,” he sneers with no heat behind it, “Dripping out another man’s cum in front of daddy.” 

You can only whimper under his lustful gaze, knowing both of them are focused on the same thing.

The boxer tucks his cock back inside his pants, adjusting the band on his hips. Drinking up your splayed out form one more time, he praises in a low tone, “Fuck, Jin, she’s perfect.” 

“I know.” 

Crouching, Yoongi takes his fingers to slowly shove some of his essence back inside your cunt, making you clench again way too soon. “You’re gonna keep all this in you for later, princess,” he commands in a voice only you can hear.

Which confuses you because you can’t find a reason why. It’s not like he’ll get another chance anytime soon, especially when Jin is walking toward you the way he is now. 

When he reaches your exhausted heap, you finally see the glint of a belt buckle in front of your eyes. A belt buckle you recognize to the point of drooling at the very sight. 

Your eyes follow his as he lowers himself to face-level. “Did you enjoy that, angel?” he asks, wiping a comforting thumb across your forehead. 

“I did,” you croak, voice rasp and eternally thankful.

Seokjin is silent for a moment before he breathes from his nose. “So did I,” he admits, “I like when my baby gets to have fun.” 

“I should’ve told you,” you whisper, eyes getting much too heavy to keep open. “About before.” 

“You should have. You’re right.” Another caress of your hair. When he turns to his side, he grabs the clothes that Yoongi brought over, though you don’t have the energy to question why. “But I’m not mad.” 

“Okay,” you reply, smaller than a whisper. “Love you, Jinnie.”

“Love you, too, sweetheart.” He slips an arm under your tired bones, lifting you slightly and urging you to stay awake just a bit longer. “Dress up and we can go home.” 

“K.” 

It takes you much longer than it should to put four pieces of clothing back on, but your present company doesn’t pay you any mind, their voices filling another part of the room. You don’t know exactly what the topic of conversation is, though you can throw in a guess. Give or take a few. 

All you know for sure is that you’re going to need a weeks’ worth of time to process what just happened. 

Truthfully, it all feels like a fever dream. From the moment Jin walked through that door, your mind had nestled itself inside another plane of existence, floating above the clouds at unreachable heights. 

But once you finally realize—days from now—that it was all true, you know you’re going to be faced with a multitude of emotions and feelings that need sorting out. Especially the few that sparked between you and the man talking to your boyfriend.

Regardless, that’s for another time. Now, you need to thank Seokjin for everything under the Sun, revolve around him endlessly like an infatuated moon.

“I’m ready,” you rasp out, causing both men to turn back to you. 

Jin comes to your side immediately, with Yoongi strolling behind, hands deep in his pockets. With a sure hand on your back, your boyfriend kisses your forehead before leading you towards the exit. Once there, he lightly lets you past the threshold before turning behind him. 

“And Yoongi?” 

Intrigued, you pop your head around his wide chest before the fighter eloquently responds. 

“What.” 

Seokjin’s tone is playful when he taunts, “It’s cute. How you think she’s yours.” 

Your face reaches high temperatures in immediate embarrassment. Or is it pride? You don’t know for sure. 

Yoongi simply rubs his bottom lip, smirking more at you than his addresser. 

“You always forget, hyung.” He huffs out a laugh, teeth shining with confidence and the knowledge that his cum is still inside you. “I never lose.”

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A/N: dsljkfnsdljkfh soooo.. i know this is super sudden.. but a burst of inspiration and the power of friendship is a lethal fic-writing combo. anyways, hope you all like it despite the themes sdklfjd dee you better know how much ily bc i can’t write infidelity without sobbing AHH i can’t do this again!!  ++ feedback box (new!): ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that aren’t okay with reblogging with a review, commenting on this, or sending a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a feedback dropbox :D ⇥ here!   ++ ⇥ masterlist 

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Hello mate, was wondering if I could perhaps get some Belch Huggins smut with an AFAB reader. He’s suffering from major neglect in this fandom and I’d really love to get some smutty stuff with him. Go wild!!

ooo i love this! i agree he does need more stuffs abt him. i'll try my best!edit - i apologize for the wait this is probably unedited :)

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IN THIS WORLD ITS JUST US

belch huggins x AFAB reader use of they/them pronouns

18+ - warnings - SMUTTT oral smut (f! receiving) , p in v sex , lowkey top belch , multiple orgasms, use of the word cunt , finger fucking , unprotected sex , praise , AFAB reader , drinking , cursing , smoking 

smut under the cut <3

-summary- y/n and reggie are at a party, where y/n drunkenly admits their feelings for belch. the next morning they wake up and find reggie sleeping on their couch. they both remember what happened last night and then smut happens.

enjoy <3 also im writing this in first person but also not cuz i live to confuse

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loud bass music flooded the house and hot, teen bodies moulded together, filling the rooms. alcohol ran through your veins and the vibrations of the music erupted through the floor and into your feet.

you laughed and swayed with the music, holding your red cup and clinking it with peoples you swayed around with. the smell of weed and sweaty hormones filled your nose. high school parties at their finest.

reggie was sat in the living room across the house, arms crossed over his broad chest. his brow was furrowed and heat filled his face and chest as he watched y/n dance and sway in the kitchen, a giant dopey smile plastered on their face.

the rest of the gang sat scattered around him. henry was sucking face with some chick, and Patrick was passed out next to victor, who was stoned out of his mind.

belch watched as excitement filled your face when the song switched. your favorite song, Jesse’s Girl by Rick Springfield played through the house. when you realized your song was playing, you turned in belch’s direction as a huge smile erupted across your face. you stumbled through the crowd, a teasing smile played on your lips as you sauntered over to belch. his face softened when you started walking over, heat rising to his cheeks.

‘h-hey!’ you drunkenly shouted over the music.

belch smiled and leaned down to your ear. ‘hi sunshine.’ he replied, his deep voice sending ripples through your body. you shivered and pulled away, swallowing thickly.

‘its our song reg!’ you shouted, grabbing his large hand in your smaller one. ’lets dance!’

belch chuckled as you pulled him away from the wall into the crowd. soon you were both enveloped by the bodies around you. belch watched as you swayed, mouthing the lyrics and dancing around him. slowly you stopped, coming back to meet his gaze again.

maybe it was the alcohol, but suddenly confidence was flowing through your veins. you reached up to hook your arms around his neck, and his hands came to rest on your waist, pulling your chest against his.

‘you know w-what reg?’ you chirped. ’what y/n?.’ belch asked.

‘i like you a whole bunchh, like ever s-since i moved here.’ you hiccuped. belch’s eyebrows raised he swallowed dryly.

‘like how? as a friend-‘ ‘shhhhh’ you muttered, pressing your finger to belch’s lips. slowly you pulled him down to your lips.

“like when we’re together, we’re the o-only people in the world. i reeally like you r-reg.’ you stuttered against his jaw. suddenly the air around you was sobering

reg was internally freaking out. while he had been waiting forever to hear that, but he knew how y/n could get when they were drunk. sappy and touchy. he was brought back out of his own head at the sound of y/n giggling at his scrunched up face. they took two wobbly steps towards him, and he was already rushing forward to catch them. they were now passed out in his arms. he sighed and picked them up, heading for the stairs. belch could care less about the rest of the gang, they weren’t going anywhere.

[so im just skipping to the next morning cuz i want smut sooner]

you woke up the next morning to soft sunlight streaming through parted curtains and a full brass section pounding in your head. you groaned and rolled away from the light, fumbling put of bed and shuffling out of your bedroom. moving into the kitchen, you leaned over the sink and splashed cold water onto your face. you wiped your face off and walked out of the kitchen into the family room yawning.

now anyone can probably imagine how you felt to see the very sobering sight that was belch huggins, asleep on your couch. you stepped back into the kitchen as fuzzy memories from last night falling into place in your head.

“like when its just us, were the o-only people in the world. i reeally like you r-reg.”

“i like you soo much , ever since i moved h-here.”

that is not how you wanted to tell him. anxious thoughts swarmed your head and your gut dropped. what if i ruined us? i cant lose him.

‘hey sunshine. you alright?’

reggie’s deep voice pulled you back down to earth and you snapped back to the couch to see reggie standing up with a worried expression on his face.

“huh?” you asked. he walked closer to you. ”are you okay?’ he asked as he stopped in front of you.

you looked up at him from under your lashes, feeling slightly embarrassed, remembering what happened last night.

‘yeah im alright reg.’ you glanced past him at the couch that had blankets bunched up on it. ’you slept here?’ you asked, a small smile growing on your face.

he blushed and ran a hand through his bedhead. ’yeah i didn’t really want to leave you.”

you could feel your face get red at his words and you glanced down at the floor, not able to meet his eyes. he smiled and gently grabbed your chin, pulling you up and forcing you to meet his eyes again.

“you remember dont you.’ he asked gently, eyes flicking to your lips and back to your eyes. your eyes widened at his question and you softly nodded.

you could feel your heartbeat in your ears while reggie stared at you, his stare magnetizing.

slowly you reached up to grab his face and swiftly pressed your lips onto his. he sighed into the kiss, snaking his other hand down to grab your waist and pulled you flush against him. the kiss felt like it lasted forever, until you pulled away to catch your breath.

reggie let his large hands rest on your hips, as your foreheads rested against eachother. once you caught your breath, you looked back to him, a giant smile erupting on your face. he smiled softly and brushed his nose against yours.

“i reeally like you too since you moved here.” he whispered, reminding you of last night before pressing his lips to your again. you melted in his hands, gripping his shirt in your fists and leaning into him. his hot breath fanned on your cheek as the kiss slowly got heated.

his tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, granting him access. his tongue slipped into your mouth, entwining with yours. you whimpered when his fingertips dug into your flesh. he grunted and reached down to grab the backs of your thighs. he lifted you up off the floor and you wrapped your legs around his waist. he gripped your ass and walked out of the kitchen towards your room.

breaking the kiss, he dropped you and turned to close the door and then pressed you up against it. his arms blocked on either side of you as he moved to press sloppy kisses along your jaw. you let out a quiet moan when reggie sucked on the spot under your ear. he groaned in response and sucked on that spot more, most definitely leaving marks for you to find later. you moaned, running your hands through his short hair and tugging his head back up to meet your lips. he let a moan out into the kiss, fumbling to grope at your breasts and thighs. you whimpered again, reaching to tug at his shirt. he pulled away and slowly dropped you from the door, grabbing your waist and pushing you back to your bed. the back of your knees hit the mattress and you fell backwards, grabbing at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head. reggie stood above you, eyes growing dark with lust at the sight of your bare chest. he crawled over you and attacked your tits, swirling his tongue around one of your nipples while his large hand kneaded the other. your back arched and you moaned at the contact. reggie groaned and released from your nipple with a pop, making you whimper at the loss of warmth. he chuckled and pressed kisses up your chest and neck to your lips again. you kissed while he moved to palm your breasts, groaning when he felt your nipples harden under his hands. you whined when you felt his knee press against your hot core. involuntarily your hips rocked against his thigh, soft moans spilling from your lips at the contact. belch chuckled and kissed back down your chest and stomach, stopping at the waistline of your shorts. he moved his thigh back and hooked his fingers on the hem of the shorts, tugging them down off your ankles and tossing them across the room. he stared down at your thinly clothed core and the wet spot seeping through your panties with a smug grin on his face.

‘you like me that much sunshine? i haven’t even touched you yet.’ he muttered, glancing up at your very red face. you spluttered out a response that you couldn’t hear, only focused on how close to your heat reggie was. he grabbed your thighs and pushed them open, and hooked his finger under your panties, pulling them off, leaving you naked under him. his stare on your naked core was shameful, and you pressed your legs together shyly. he growled and grabbed your knees, pushing your thighs open as far as they could go. staring down at your cunt again, he whispered

“shit sunshine you look so good.. bet you taste even better. ”

then he shoved his face in between your thighs.

you let out a loud moan at the feeling of his tongue pressing against your hole, and ground your hips against his face. reaching down you grabbed his short hair, tugging on the soft ends. ‘p-please reg.’ you whined. he groaned against you and dove his tongue into your opening. he moved his tongue up and down your slick, flicking at your clit and digging his fingers into your waist, holding you down against his face. your whining and moaning at the feeling of his tongue against your clit. he moved his hand up to your core and traced large circles around your clit, thrusting his tongue in and out of your dripping hole and pressing his thumb down on your cit. you were mewling and moaning, gripping your sheets. you could feel heat building in your abdomen, pins and needles spreading through your body. belch slid his fingers down your slick and pressed them against your hole, sliding two in your wetness. you moaned at the stretch, clenching around his thick fingers. he groaned into your core and continued pumping his fingers in and out of you, relishing at the blissed out expression on your face. tingles spread to your fingertips when he hit a spongy spot inside of you and you let out a very whiny,

‘shit reggie.. nngh. cumming! right there!’ 

he smiled and muscle memory kicked in and he curled his fingers, hitting that spot over and over again, making your toes curl and let out a squeal, hot white heat rushing over you. you clenched hard around his fingers, hot cum spurting out onto his hand and arm. you sighed, releasing the tight grip you had on you sheets, looking down at reggie. he wiped his face off and sucked your cum off his fingers, leaning up to kiss you again. tasting yourself in his mouth was a lot hotter than you thought it would be. you pulled back from the kiss and smiled up at him, raking your hands through his brown curls. he let out a pained groan when your knee brushed against his painfully hard cock. you giggled and did it again, pressing harder this time. reggie growled and grabbed your knee, leaning down to your ear.

‘if you want me you can have me sunshine.’ he muttered, rubbing his thumb over the skin of your knee where his hand rested. you quickly nodded, very excited by this side of him, looking down at the strained outline in his jeans. he chuckled and stood up, pulling off his shirt and tossing it with my shorts. i smiled and scooted back on the bed, anxiously biting your bottom lip. 

reggie unzipped his pants and shoved them down to his ankles. he almost moaned at the release of pressure against his aching cock. when he pulled it out your eye almost popped out of your head, and you could feel your heartbeat rising in your ears. it was thick, with a bright red tip that was leaking precum. you were honestly unsure how it would fit inside you, squeezing your legs together, feeling a new wave of slick wash over your thighs.he stared down at you with dark, unbridled lust in his eyes and crawled over you again, prying your knees open again. you moaned when you felt his tip swipe through your folds and press against your clit. he rubbed it up and down through your folds, mixing his precum over your slit, heavy breaths leaving his mouth. you whimpered and wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing his tip against your entrance, making him sigh as he slowly started pushing into you. you let out moans in unison, breathless at the feel of reggie stretching out your sensitive walls. when  he  finally bottomed out he let out a strangled groan feeling you squeeze around him just right. “shit sunshine.. you’re so t-tight.’ he rasped.

you gripped tight to his shoulders and whimpered at him

“reg.. please move. i need to feel you’

he outright moaned at that, shifting his weight over you more and leaned down to peck a gentle kiss to your lips. you smiled, that making the act so much more passionate. slowly he pulled back and pushed into you again, repeating it and making a steady pace thrusting his hips into yours. moans fell from your mouth and mixed with reggie’s as he pounded into you. he moaned at the way your gummy walls sucked him in further and further, like you were begging him to ruin your perfect cunt.

you yelped and dragged your nails down his back when you felt him speed up. he worked a steady pace, pants and groans leaving his lips as he gripped your thighs, fingernails digging into your soft skin. whimpers fell and your eyes fell closed at the stretching feeling, nails leaving thin red lines down his back. but your eyes flew back open when you felt him hit that same spongy spot inside of you. reggie grunted and grabbed your thigh, hoisting it over his shoulder and going back to hitting that spot over and over again, your moans sped up, and you felt the pins and needles rapidly spreading to your fingers and toes. you gripped the sheets as your back arched and your second orgasm of the day approached. it washed over you and a loud moan escaped your lips. reggie didn’t slow down, continuing to plow into that same spot, the pressure in your lower belly grew again, faster this time, and your muscles tensed hard, making you whine loudly in reggie’s ear.

‘shit babe im close, can you come one more time for me? can you do that sunshine?” he groaned back at you. you frantically nodded. he picked up his pace again, thrusting into you and holding your waist in place. you moaned as your body started to tingle, and your thighs were coated in a thick layer of sticky liquid as your legs started to shake. reggie’s thrusts started to get sloppy. he reached down between your bodies and rubbed tight circles on your clit with his free hand. you moaned as that pushed you over your edge, and your walls pulsed around his cock, throwing him into his orgasm. his hot cum filled your aching cunt and your cum mixed together, squirting out of your hole and onto the mattress. slowly he pulled out and collapsed onto the mattress next to you. you both laid there for a while, panting and sweating. you turned to look at him.

‘you didn’t pull out?’

he chuckled. ‘you’re on the pill sunshine.’ he replied. you nodded slowly, turning back to look at the ceiling.

‘so.. you like me too.. right?’ you asked. belch turned to look at you this time. ‘yes.. clearly.’ you laughed at that, rolling onto your side to face him. you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and he pulled away, smiling.

‘i guess it’s just us in this world.’

[penname-artist]

You all are NOT READY for these notes. I JUST finished watching the ENTIRE Cars on the Road series (before 9:00 at that) and my guys. There is SO MUCH to talk about. This is just what I was able to think up and react to during my binge here, I will probably come back with much more detailed look throughs at a later date. But here is my reactions, raw and unedited! SPOILERS WARNING Y'ALL (and I apologize now that I need to post this on mobile so I don't have my "keep scrolling" bar BUT I WILL EDIT IT ON PC AS SOON AS I POST THIS so you guys don't have to see the spoilers yet if you do not want to. Anyways!)

-"I love Mater, but that is a LOT of Mater

-That explains Mack then! So he's there but Maters just like "no we gotta do it the old fashioned way!"

-Lightnings instant love of dinosaurs is so incredible, this precious bean

-I fucking adore that Lightning watches National Geographic, that's fucking amazing

-If you look in the dinosaur building to the top left you can see CARS HAVE CANONICALLY EVOLVED FROM SUBMARINES!?!?

-Lights Out immediately feels like my favorite and it is SO clear that this is a take on Haunted Mansion AND I LOVE IT

-I also find it interesting that 99% of the fandom says that cars/planes have a sort of sleeping mat like a mattress at night, yet in the hotel there is a complete lack of all comfort style, even just carpet or a rug. It's just a headboard mounted to the wall. A *little* bit anticlimactic BUT I will let it slide because at least it was there and the headboard thing was cute.

-The fact that Mater is initially scared and then Lightning happens to be the one who is up all night is just perfect

-RACECAR SPELLED BACKWARDS IS RACECAR HAHA WE SCARED YOU HEHEHE (I love this so much)

-THE EIGHT POINT TURN OF DEATH! (I love how this motel just fucking forgets that cars need to be able to turn around, making this such an inconvenience on McQueens part)

-ANTIFREEZE OH MY GOD

-The animation of the dance/spin sequence was stellar, 10/10 please don't hurt yourselves animators!

-I feel so bad for and relate so much with Lightning leaving the hotel. I get horrible sleep at hotels, cannot actually sleep worth a wink.

-Randy, you poltergeist, be nice to the cars of today's century!

-Salt Fever just started and holy shit were they singing songs together!? That's incredible XD

-I am so in love with their casual banter, it's so cute to see and I'm so glad that McQueen is finally given the ability to RELAX and not be straining for some personal goal.

-The way that Lightning's eyes fucking bulge as this l o n g c a r comes past them is awesome. Like. Yeah. Yeah that's their full length. Take that as you will.

-OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD WOULD MARU COME DOWN TO VISIT THIS SPEED TRACK!? DOES HE KNOW THE MECHANICS, ARE THEY FRIENDS? REALATIVES? RIVALS? AHHH THE POSSIBILITIES ARE E N D L E S S

-oh my God. OH my GOD. they actually did a whole scene of Mater reaching a sort of afterlife (well more of a limbo) and we have a winged car. And his concern for breaking the news to Lightning! Ahhh!

-"Do yOu kNOw WhAt a sEYoNce is?"

-HOW DID- BUT HE- HIS- H O W ? HIS D O O R!?!? HE OPENED HIS OWN DOOR AND JUST WENT BACK INTO HIS HEAD!?!? H E L P!?!?

-Leave the whole field hanging man, I like it. Just book it and run!

-"Mostly avoided...MOSTLY."

-Wayne County family campground. Wayne, hmm. I need to use that...

-Again. I feel Lightning's road trip pains. I too have family members who drag random strangers from the campground to hang out with us, and am then usually very disappointed and/or antisocial.

-I'm sorry issat, is that- is that some relative of Miles Axlerod? Help? Is that- i-is-?

-"thanks I'll just be going" "I said we would go" "I'm sorry w h a t?"

-hahahaha Lightning just trying to get rid of Bigfoot like it's a cat, "go away! Shoo!" Yeah that'll work man

-Man that's gotta hurt though. Also how in the fuck did him crashing into a fallen tree not damage even his PAINT in the slightest??

-Ivy is already precious and I am claiming her.

-Lightning trying to weasel out of the scenario and then Mater shows up, and in his mind you know he's thinking "God damn it Mater"

-OH MY GOD YES THE LIIIIIIGHTS AHAHA LOOK AT THAT ANIMATION MMM MOTHERFUCKER THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUUUUL

-Lightning alien, light- Lightnalien?? Lightnalien McQuextraterrestrial???

-I agree Mater. Cooooold.

-THIS REMIX IS AWESOME AND I WANT THE WHOLE SOUNDTRACK

-Submarine wash. Yes. I accept your perilous mission.

-I can never skip the theme my guys. I cannot. It's not possible. I love it too much.

-Lightning absolutely had it RIGHT UP UNTIL the appearance of the circus. Oh my God I cannot wait to see the story behind this one.

-Car makeup interests me, ngl. How does it work exactly? Is it more temporary than getting a paint job? Exactly how OFTEN is it used instead of paint jobs for those who want a fresh look but not a permanent one, how is- okay okay you know what Apollo is going to be the one delving into that area because I need answers

-She said babe. I- I- I am just gonna- *ahem*...LESBIAN CARS H O L Y S H I T HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLY-

-Exposure therapy things. Oh my God. Does Lightning do therapy already? Ohmygodohmygodohmygod aaaaaa the headcanons, aaaaaa the open possibilities! Aaaaaaaa my brain! It's not even 8 AM!

-Aww Ivy found a new place to stay! That's really sweet. And it really fits as well. I like it.

-T r u c k s (seriously though this one hits home because my grandfather and a good friend of mine are truckers and I've been out there to see them before)

-HERE WE GO BOYS

-THE LYRICS MMMM

-HAHAHA I totally vibe with Lightning, "they never have my name!" (OH MY GOD WAIT DOES HE MEAN LIGHTNING OR MONTGOMERY OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD)

-Lightning humming the song in the end was so cute

-Not a *whole* lot of notes on this episode BUT I LOVED IT. The animation and the music was fucking amazing.

-Rustville!

-IN A MOVIE!?!? BABY YOU'RE IN THREE!

-S P I D E R C A R AAAAAAAAAAHHH

-Bella sounds really cool! And possibly pushy. But cool! (*I was right*)

-"that's technical, it comes out of a computer!...somehow" this. This feels like they're very faintly denting the fourth wall here. Help? H-help?

-Okay maybe the spotlight in a film isn't for you Lightning, and that's okay. XD

-I honestly love the dress up with the two, like Mater is kinda trying to cheer Lightning up. It's touching.

-The way that Mater describes Lightning as "being good at everything" actually really makes me wonder whether Lightning grew up a gifted kid and had those really high expectations pushed onto him. It's no wonder he's so wound up all the time when something doesn't work out for him the way he expected it to. This could be a really neat place to dive into on headcanons.

-I really like that Lightning apologized about being a jerk even though it was for a very small thing. You can tell he's grown a lot and is working on himself.

-Ivy is back! Dadgum how'd she catch up with them already? Also fucking love how the story script changed so instantaneously XD

-Maters president speech reminds me of Cars 2, in his tone I think?

-Oh my God they're arguing, ahh the best part about a road trip, am I right?

-"your breath smells like a carpet fire" damn that's a new one! *Writes down for later*

-"I got this" WELL SHIT Y'ALL GUESS WE'RE FUCKED

-For the record I know nothing about Mad Max so I am not picking up any of their references, BUT, I love the tribal theme and the breakneck wasteland aesthetics

-Shovelbeard. Need I say more!?

-I like how they are so okay with all of this because they're more just angry with one another, and then they're like "hey wait where's everyone else?"

-Oop guess we gotta join em then! TO WAR!!!

-Lightning made a very good call asking what they're fighting for. The guy answering gave him a REALLY bad answer of "I don't even know" and now we are totally fucked!

-Lightning made another right choice and HE APOLOGIZED FIRST. THIS IS GROUNDBREAKING.

-Oh good, everybody made up! Yes Lightning, buy them a whole stores worth of sippy coolers. Get the fandom some as well, we need them.

-HERE WE GO FOLKS, THE FINAL EPISODE!

-Aw poor Mater backfiring with anxiety. I know the feeling all too well, I'll get really fidgety

-HOLY M A N S I O N! :O

-HE GREW UP HERE!?!?!?!?!? W H A T !?!?!?!?

-CRUUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!

-So Cruz's cousin is the guy marrying Mater's sister! How interesting! I love it!

W-wow that's his sister, she looks nothing like- OOOOHHHH THEY ARE SIBLINGS ALRIGHT

-MATO! TO-MA-TO WITHOUT THE TO, OH MY GOD

-HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THATS WHY MATER HAS BEEN PUSHING HIMSELF THIS ENTIRE TRIP TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING BECAUSE HE'S ALWAYS BEEN PUT LAST OH MY G O D

-1 2 3 ROCK! 1 2 3 ROCK! (*Okay but how does rock paper scissors even exist to them then*)

-"Did I MENTION I dabble in FAMILY THERAPY?" God bless you, Ramirez. God bless you.

-Oh my God though Cruz how many things do you do, you're about to fuck your own canon over. I HOPE ALL THESE THINGS STAY CONSISTENT, YA HEAR???

-oh my God Mater is gonna make me cry man

-may headset DIED, RIGHT AS I FINISHED IT WHAT THE FUCK

-oh my God Mateo and Mato stuck in the tire maze was hilarious

FINAL THOUGHTS!

-I will say that I AM a little disappointed that we did NOT see any reappearances from any characters outside of the Radiator Springs gang and Cruz. OR PLANES. But, I am very certain that both with their pushing and nudging and our screaming and waving of dollar bills, we will get a second season to give the team a chance to give us SOMETHING of these guys. My hope is that they finally actually go up north into Minnesota and see Dusty. Or, they stop at an air race! I would be totally cool with that! We would all be TOTALLY cool with that! Also for the sake of all of us: we NEED to have reappearances of the other characters from the other films. We need them. Desperately. We are being robbed of reunions with our old favorites

-Some old patterns they did in Cars 3 did kinda stick, such as the brushing over of Sally and Lightning's relationship, as well as the whole happenings of Cars 2, but it was less forcefully forgotten than Cars 3 was because at least here, they had the road trip chaos happening to kind of match for Cars 2's spontaneous spy plot. Truly though, could we get Finn and Holley back? Like PLEASE???

-Those negatives aside, I LOVED EVERY MOMENT OF IT. They took great care to flesh out both of their personalities and likes+dislikes, even some old traumas that we learned about for the very first time. It's so refreshing to see these two in the combination of settings just being buddies. Mater is helpful and understanding, McQueen is relaxing and trying to do the right thing, and both are trying to make sure they're each having a good time. The fact that Lightning apologizes for his mistakes multiple times is really really touching, and as someone who can strongly relate to Lightning's struggles, I can say that this is the kind of positive growth I needed to see in a television series. Even arrogant people can turn around and learn to be kinder and more open-minded about the world. It's possible and it's wonderful. Fucking thank you Pixar, this is the one character of your collection who hits closest to home and I am so glad to see he is growing and changing for the better, too.

-The ANIMATION is jaw-dropping. From the look and feel of the characters to the tiny details in the worldbuilding, as small as wrench bouquets on the hotel wallpaper. It was so interesting and so unique and welcomed. I need to comb through it again and see just all the car details that they added into the series. I also have absolutely no problem with them reusing background characters and making them with previously seen models, because the quality of animation and lighting and effects makes up for them a hundred MILLION percent. They really did not have to go above and beyond for the look of this series BUT THEY DID, and I give them my heartiest applause and kudos to every person who had a hand in this passion project. This team is goddamn phenomenal.

-I will absolutely be turning back to this series a LOT for inspiration and motivation. I'm very tempted to draw and write more Cars content since I am known to be much more Planes oriented, and I'm excited to see where that interest goes from here! I haven't got many headcanons for the Cars cast, so this is a clean slate for me! I'm really eager to see what I can do with it.

Alright, I'm going to go ahead and get ready for the rest of my day now, I have a dental appointment to be at. I will be back with more things very very soon! I hope you enjoyed this REALLY long ass post. Til the morrow!