#bless adam for the shots

[prettyboyivy]

📸: adamrosssi

[userhangmanpage]

[cowboyshit]

[kate-the1975]

I just wrote the most depressing Ross oneshot to cope with my grief, and it contains 3,091 WORDS!?

My brains fucked ngl

[papayadays]

my man - ln4

⋆˚✿˖° lando just won monaco, but it was supposed to your night with him ⋆˚✿˖° inspired by miss possessive for my so close to what event ⋆˚✿˖° wc: 2.1k+ | a/n: this was finished at 12 am for lando monaco win so sorry it took me forever (so happy for lando)

SASS CAFE WAS BUZZING WELL INTO MIDNIGHT. lando had just won monaco, and of course, it called for a big celebration with his friends. honestly, was it really a lando norris win without a rager? there were celebrities galore, such were lando’s connections, and you even saw kylian mbappe hanging around. rounds of shots had been passed around, with most partygoers buzzed within the first hour or two.

it was how you expected—bass thrumming, lights down low, people crowded together as they attempted to dance to the beat. and there in the middle of it was your boyfriend, the race winner. from lights out to lap 78, it had been a whirlwind, but it ended with you tearing up as you watched lando beam, triumphant, so it was all worth it. had you almost pulled out your hair due to nerves? no comment. had your heart pounded with glee and pride? most definitely.

but it all worked out in the end. lando deserved the stars, in your unbiased opinion, and you knew how much this meant to him. c’mon, it was the monaco grand prix. historic. iconic. magic. and lando, your lando, had won it. in a beautiful, perfect victory no less. how were you supposed to be normal about that? 

the whole time you were fidgeting with whatever was on hand, and a few curse words were muttered, but god, was it worth the anxiety. cisca and adam were also there, a highlight of your day as cisca gave you one of her unique bangles for good luck, and adam narrated everything in extreme detail. they were genuinely some of the sweetest people you’d ever met; it was clear where lando got it from.

you headed back towards the center of action, where lando and his mates were cheering and making a poor attempt to dance to the music. drinks in hand, you stopped in your tracks as you saw what was in front of you.

baby blue eyes wandered up and down your boyfriend’s figure, and a red lip caught by teeth made your blood boil. her outfit certainly didn’t help either; a skintight dress that landed high on her thigh with a slit. the girl leaned over, and you almost rolled your eyes. it was clear she was trying to get lando’s attention, and you didn’t like it. to be honest, it was like watching the fia make decisions: annoying, irrational, and pointless. now, you didn’t—couldn’t—move as you watched her blonde hair sweep over her shoulders, model physique moving closer to lando in that short orange dress of hers that you knew was for attention.

she was beautiful, anyone could see that she had the kind of natural beauty many women would envy. but you kept watching, frozen, as she squeezed his shoulder and giggled way too hard at whatever joke lando was making, shoulders shaking. and your boyfriend was too kind and outgoing to notice, bless his soul. he was oblivious, much to your surprise.

but the initial shock washed off, and a spark ignited inside you. you had already let the rest of the world have their moment with lando after his win. you let zak brown terrorize him. you stood off to the side and let the team have their share of champagne showers and helmet pats. you saw his parents squeeze him tightly, pride shining in their eyes. you went with him to interact with his fans and noticed him taking some time with the random famous partygoers. hell, you even watched on in disbelief as jenson button brazenly flirted with him, charm in full force as he teased lando about “monaco, baby”. everyone else had gotten their time with lando, and it was finally your turn now. or, it should have been.

it was akin to watching a wildlife documentary or something of the sort as the girl’s eyes flitted over your boyfriend yet again, a kind of ravenous desire in her eyes, like watching predator and prey. you knew what she saw—a famous and handsome f1 driver who had just taken a big victory here in monaco. yeah, you knew what she, and countless others,  wanted: to run around and go home with a winner, someone with the status and fame. she wanted a star. she wanted your boyfriend.

something twisted under your ribcage, not a sharp pang but a slow, torturous grind. this wasn’t the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last. the tabloids had made it clear that you were different from the women lando had dated before, that you were cut from a different cloth. the “not a model and more of a normal person” cloth. and honestly? you didn’t expect lando to stay forever; you knew there would be an expiration date. his lifestyle was a magnet for girls like the one with your boyfriend right now, and let’s be real, athletes clearly dated models. part of you thought he saw you as a new challenge, a new kind of conquest that was nice before he went back to his old ways. and you supposed that you were fine with that, despite how it sounded. you liked lando, and it would be good while it lasted.

but tonight, he was yours. not hers. and she really needed to get her hands off your man before you were about to snap.

“lan, baby, here’s your drink,” you hummed, voice dripping with honey as you draped your arm around lando’s neck. you gave the girl a once-over, but if she noticed, she didn’t let on.

“thanks, love,” lando grinned, pecking your lips quickly but still giving you a taste of the champagne he had been drinking. you cast a side glance at the girl, smug as you ran your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair. lando waved his hand, the corner of his mouth quirking up at the sight of you as he introduced you to the girl. “this is my girlfriend, who i really appreciate got me drinks.” you snorted, playfully hitting his arm.

“nice to meet you,” the girl beamed, but you knew she couldn’t have been that happy to see you, as evident from the way the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. she reached over and patted your arm, nails skimming over your skin in a way that made you stiffen. quite frankly, you didn’t know why she was keeping up the pretense that she really seemed to like you. you hardly knew her, how was she acting like you two were about to become besties? “lando’s such a great guy, you must be very lucky.”

lucky. ha. if only she knew that was actually how you felt. as irritated as you were, you weren’t about to let her see that she had struck a nerve. “oh, i don’t know if it’s luck,” you chuckled, trying to ease the tightness in your jaw. you were already a few drinks in which made you much less cautious than how you usually acted, more reckless and unbothered. “you know fate has a way of bringing two people together.” you took a sip of your drink, trying your best to feign nonchalant indifference and not let her get what she wanted.

“and i’m glad it did,” lando chimed in, a soft, reverent gaze in his eyes.

 he tended to get sentimental when he got drunk, and today was no exception. you chuckled, cupping his cheek for a second as if to ground him. he was making things easier for you, making it easier to prove your point. your hands left lando, fixing your outfit with indifference as you sat down on the couch next to him, one of his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist.

before you could do anything else, max and pietra walked over, with the latter smiling and rushing to hug the girl who had been hovering around lando. so apparently she was p’s friend. okay, well, so be it. your legs shifted closer to lando, and his hands went under your knees, pulling your legs over his, amusement sparkling in his eyes. with a knowing smirk, he leaned forward, voice low and teasing. “i know what you’re trying to do.” his lips almost brushed the shell of your ear.

“and?” you huffed, tilting your head as if to dare him to quit first. “you got a problem with that, lan?” to add to it, you splayed a hand across lando’s chest, playfully kissing his cheek and pushing him back as he tried to be a little shit and get up.

lando opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as max nudged him, bringing you two back out of your bubble. “oh, we were just talking about you,” the girl added, not bothering to add further elaboration until the awkwardness started to settle like a cold front. “i was just asking p why we didn’t see you at all during the race.” wow, now you knew what it was like for lando in the media pen and the horde of press that loved to stir random things up.

composing yourself, you smiled and laughed like a champ, twisting a ring on your finger to ground yourself. “i’m not one for the spotlight,” you shrugged, leaning into lando, who was animatedly chatting with max about something he saw in the paddock. for a heartbeat, your breath caught at the way the purple light caught on the angles of his face and his wide beam as his hands were gesturing, clearly in the middle of telling a story. you couldn’t help but smile, your boyfriend was happy, and that’s what made you happy as well. he was just…a star, the dazzling sun, and you loved him.

the girl wasn’t impressed, blue eyes narrowing at you as she fixed her hair. she could act indifferent. still, you were so sure that she’d lay a hand on your boyfriend again. “lando, are you staying in monaco for a bit?” she asked, voice saccharine, almost a croon. “maybe the race winner should do a victory lap sometime.” the implication in her tone was obvious; if not, the way she was looking at lando like she was asking him to do her a favor was clear.

you almost rolled your eyes to the back of your head at the girl’s giggle. why the hell was she all over your man? kylian mbappe was literally right there. anyone else except lando, in your humble, unbiased opinion. “i’d appreciate it if you kept your hands off my man.” your eyes met the girl’s, hoping your glare didn’t waver.

lando moved his hand to your knee, giving you a small squeeze as a shit-eating grin stretched across his face, leaning back with an air of superiority. knowing him, he probably thought it was entertaining watching you fight off other girls.

the girl opened her mouth to say something before turning back to lando. “you know where to find me,” she purred in lando’s ear, metaphorically swiping her claws at you with the barbed smile she gave. with that, she walked off with an air of arrogance, presumably to find pietra.

you scoffed, wrapping your arms around lando’s neck. his grin widened, enjoying your extra attention. he closed his eyes as your fingers ran through his brown curls, gentle and bold, a juxaposition. as lando trailed soft kisses to your jaw, you shot a glance at the girl over his shoulder, blowing a mocking kiss to her. she so wished she was you. but alas, she could only wish.

“y’know, you become so vicious when you’re jealous,” lando smirked, the sound low and teasing, nuzzling into your neck. his hands roamed up and down your sides, squeezing your hips in a way that tempted you, looking like the cat who got the cream. “i love it. trying to stake your claim on me?”

it twisted something in you, some part of you that was happy at his pride over you being jealous. everything he did seemed to cater to your needs, honestly. “just didn’t like the way she was looking at you,” you mumbled, suddenly bashful as you ducked your head. “like she wanted the winner to herself when you’re mine.”

something flickered in lando’s eyes, some emotion you couldn’t place—it made you want to reach out and fall into the abyss of his eyes. he leaned forward, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “yeah? yours?” he grinned, voice soft as his eyes sparkled. and really, how were you supposed to not love him?

“yeah, mine.”

[v6quewrlds]

❝ urge, c. sainz jr. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: you love your boyfriend, you really do. but it's hard to give him grace when he looks that good and denies you like that.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: not at all proofread <3 amazed that i got this up bc it was not looking good when i was trying to write last night, but we ball! day eight of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, my dreadful high school/south florida customer service osmosis spanish, bratty!reader, dom!carlos, exactly two spanks, unprotected sex, creampie.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: carlos sainz x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2.4k.

You smoothed over the silk of your crimson lingerie, the fabric hugging your curves like a lover's embrace. You had picked out the set yourself, knowing that the deep red would make Carlos's eyes pop out of their sockets when he saw it. You had been planning this moment for days, each hour of November ticking away like a sadistic metronome, counting down the moments until you could finally have him again.

Carlos had committed himself, without prompting, to a ridiculous challenge: No Nut November. You, bless your heart, had tried to be supportive, but the lack of intimacy was wearing on you. You knew it was all about his "energy levels" and some pseudoscientific nonsense about testosterone that you couldn't bear to pay attention to. You rolled your eyes every time he brought it up, but deep down, you felt a smoldering resentment. It had been weeks since you had been intimate, and you were ready to set that shit on fire.

As you sailed into his office, your eyes gleaming with mischief, you caught him in deep conversation. He was gesturing wildly, the phone cradled against his ear, his full lips moving rapidly in a rush of Spanish that you didn't have the mental capacity or patience to decipher. He looked up at the sound of your entrance, his eyes widening in shock and then darkening with desire as he took in your attire. You bit back a grin, watching him struggle to keep his cool as you sauntered closer.

His thick eyebrows shot up in surprise, and his cheeks flushed slightly, the stubble on them standing out against the tanned skin. He was dressed casually in a white t-shirt and black shorts, which only served to highlight the muscular frame you hadn't been allowed to touch in weeks. Your heart raced, the thrill of the seduction sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

"Carlos, honey," you purred, your voice low with a conspiratorial whisper. If he had questioned your intentions before, there was no doubt now. You watched the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes devouring you. "Who's on the phone?"

He paused, the Spanish on the other end of the line growing more insistent. 'Carlos' he mouthed, his wide, brown eyes shooting you a silent plea for mercy, but you had come too far to give up. You placed a hand on the desk, leaning in so that your breasts, pushed up by the lacy bra, nearly spilled over.

"It's okay," you whispered, "I'll just wait."

The conversation continued on, and you could see the effort it took for him to keep his voice steady. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the phone tighter, the conversation the only thing keeping him from pouncing.

Taking a faux interest in a framed photo on his desk, you pretended to absent-mindedly fiddle with the strap of your lingerie, watching the tension build in the room as Carlos listened to his cousin on the other side. You could almost feel the energy shifting, the air thickening with desire and the challenge you had laid before him. His eyes darted down to the swell of your breasts, and you could see his pupils dilate, his jaw clenching.

A delicate hand reached out to play with the hem of your thong, teasing the fabric that barely covered your lower half. You could see Carlos's eyes flicker to your hand, his gaze lingering for a moment too long before shutting them in frustration. The conversation on the phone was winding down, and you could tell he was desperately trying to keep his focus. But the sight of you, the scent of you, the sound of your voice—it was all too much.

Finally, with a curt, "Tío, te llamo más tarde," Carlos hung up the phone, cutting off whatever his cousin was saying. The silence that fell was electric, charged with the buildup of weeks of unspoken need. He set the phone down with a gentle thud and leaned back in his chair, eyeing you with a look that didn't quite hide the hunger in his gaze. [I'll talk to you later, bro.]

"You think this is funny?" he challenged, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver through you.

You couldn't hold back your grin anymore. "Maybe a little."

You stepped closer, your hand tracing the line of your lingerie as if you were the one in charge. But you knew the second you made that first move, you'd be giving up your power.

"You know what's not funny?" Carlos' eyes sparked with something that could only be described as determination. "How much I want to rip these off of you and fuck you right here on my desk."

Your smug smile only grew wider at the raw desire in his voice. "Oh, really?" You leaned in closer, your breasts grazing the desk. "What's stopping you?"

Carlos' nostrils flared, his gaze raking over your body with a hunger that made your core tighten. He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor, and closed the distance between you two in a heartbeat. He grabbed your hips and yanked you against him, your bodies colliding with a force that made you gasp. He kissed you hard, his teeth grazing your lower lip as his tongue delved into your mouth, tasting you like he had been starved for your touch. His hands roamed over your body, gripping your ass firmly, pulling you closer, making you moan into his mouth.

"You want to play games?" he murmured against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Fine. Vamos a jugar." He spun you around so you faced the desk, your heart pounding in anticipation. He stepped back, and you felt a moment of panic, thinking he might change his mind. But then his hands were on your back, pushing you down firmly. [Let's play.]

You felt the cold wood against your cheek, your palms flat on the surface. The scent of wood and his cologne filled your nose as you leaned over, your ass in the air. You looked back at him over your shoulder, your eyes gleaming with challenge. "Is this how you want me?"

Carlos took a deep breath, his gaze lingering on the curve of your spine, the way your hips jutted out in the lacy thong. "No," he said, his voice gruff. "I want you naked. Now."

You chuckled, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Make me," you taunted, your voice a seductive whisper that sent a jolt of electricity through him.

With a predatory smile, Carlos stepped closer, his hands sliding above your waist to unhook your bra. You shivered as it fell away, your breasts bouncing slightly from the sudden freedom. He stepped back again, his gaze lingering on your bare back as you slowly, deliberately bent to remove your thong. You straightened, tossing it over your shoulder, the fabric landing somewhere behind you.

Without breaking eye contact, Carlos stepped closer, his fingers tracing the line of your spine before he gripped your hips tightly. "I'm not playing games," he warned, his voice thick with need.

He pulled you back against him, the heat of his body almost too much for you to bear. His cock pressed into you, hard and insistent, and you felt your resolve waver.

"I've been waiting weeks for this," you murmured, your voice dripping with honey. "You've been torturing me, Carlos. It's only fair I get a little payback."

Carlos' hand slid down your body, cupping your sex, his thumb pressing against your entrance, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"Payback, huh?" He whispered, his voice a dark promise. "Then maybe you'll enjoy this." He pushed you forward so that you were bent over the desk again, your hands gripping the edge, your breath coming in short, eager gasps.

He stepped back, and you heard the sound of his zipper. You couldn't help but look over your shoulder, watching as he freed his cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum. You bit your lip, eager for what was to come. He stepped closer, the tip of him teasing your entrance, making you whine with need. "Carlos, fuck me, please" you begged, your voice breathy and desperate.

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "You're going to beg for it?" He taunted, his hand smacking your ass lightly. The sting of it only made you wetter. "I think I like this game."

Without warning, he thrust into you, filling you completely. Your grip tightened on the desk as you gasped, your body adjusting to the sudden intrusion. It had been weeks since you had felt him inside you. You felt a wave of pleasure crash over you as he began to move, his hips pumping into you with a force that made the desk shake.

Carlos groaned, his hands moving to your hips, gripping you tightly as he set a relentless pace. The sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, along with your ragged breaths and muffled curses. You couldn't hold back your moans, your body responding to his every touch, every thrust. You felt yourself getting wetter, your juices coating his cock as he slammed into you over and over.

He reached around you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was too much, and you felt the beginnings of an orgasm building inside you. "Fuck, Carlos," you panted, your voice strained with pleasure.

"Not yet, amor," he murmured in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. He slowed his movements, drawing out the agony. You squirmed beneath him, trying to get more friction, trying to push yourself over the edge.

Carlos leaned over you, his hand coming to rest on the back of your neck, pushing you down onto the desk. His grip was firm but not painful, sending a thrill of excitement through you. "You're going to come when I say you can," he whispered, his voice thick with need.

The dominance in his voice had your pussy clenching around his cock, and you whined in response. "Please," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled darkly. "You want it?" He didn't wait for your reply, instead speeding up his thrusts, his fingers working your clit with expert precision. The tension grew, coiling tighter in your belly with every movement. You felt your toes curl, your thighs quivering as you neared the edge.

"Prove it," he demanded, his voice strained. "Tell me you want to come for me."

"I do," you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your skin slapping together. "I want to come for you, Carlos."

With a groan of satisfaction, Carlos increased his speed, his cock pistoning in and out of you with an urgency that made your toes curl. You felt yourself getting closer, your muscles tightening around him. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he whispered, "Dale, mi amor. Ven para mi." [Come on, my love. Come for me.]

Your entire body was alight with pleasure, your orgasm building like a tidal wave. You could feel it, so close, just out of reach. "Carlos," you moaned, your voice strained with need. "Yes, baby."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your neck as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin. "That's it, mi vida. Give it to me." His grip on your neck tightened slightly, your face pressed into the desk, his hips moving faster, his cock plunging into your depths.

Your orgasm hit you like a storm, making your whole body convulse, your pussy clamping down on him as you screamed his name into the wood. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, making your vision swim and your legs threaten to give out. You could feel him tense behind you, his breath hot against your neck, his own release close.

"Good girl, haces un desastre, amor," he growled, his hips stuttering before he slammed into you one last time, holding himself deep inside you as he came, his warmth filling you up. The sound of your breathing filled the room, the only noise in the aftermath of your passion. [Make a mess, love.]

You had missed this, missed him, missed the way your bodies moved together like they had been made to fit. You felt his cock soften inside you, but his grip on your neck didn't lessen, his breathing still ragged in your ear.

"You happy with yourself?" Carlos murmured against your neck, his grip loosening to move your hair aside, bending over to press his lips to your sweaty skin. You couldn't help the smug smile that spread across your face, even as your breathing slowly evened out.

"Very," you replied, your voice still a little shaky from the aftermath of your orgasm. You felt him chuckle, the vibrations moving through his chest and into your back as he slowly withdrew from your heat.

"You're not going anywhere," he said with a growl, his eyes still dark with desire. You watched him stride over to his mini-fridge, his cock still semi-erect and glistening. He grabbed a bottle of water, twisted off the cap, and took a long gulp before walking back over to you. He handed you the water, and you took it gratefully, your throat dry from your intense encounter.

"Thank you," you murmured, taking a sip before holding it out to him again. He took the bottle from your hand, set it aside, and then leaned in to kiss you deeply.

"Te lo dije," Carlos murmured against your lips, the smugness in his voice unmistakable. "You're mine. And I'm not done with you yet." [I told you.]

Your pulse quickened, your body already responding to his claim. You felt a thrill of excitement at the promise in his words. "What do you have in mind?" you asked.

Carlos' gaze was dark and intense, his desire for you written across his face. He took your hand and led you to the threshold of the office, clothing long forgotten on the floor. "I think it's time for round two," he said, his voice low and commanding. You couldn't resist the urge to giggle, but the sound was cut short by a sharp smack to your ass as he guided you to your bedroom.

[pure-smut]

inexperienced.

featuring: Itadori Yuji x f!reader

contains: first time s*x, friends to lovers, cunnilingus, mildly dom!yuji, virgin!yuji x virgin!reader

note: all characters are over 18!

MDNI | 18+ content

word count: 2.7k

masterlist

a/n: I adapted a story I'd already written bc re-reading it made me realise it's perfect for Yuji lol

Itadori Yuji and you were always the subject of the “will they, won’t they” debate in high school – as if you couldn’t be friends with someone of the opposite sex without wanting to fuck them. The truth is, you’d always viewed Yuji completely platonically. He’s easy to be with, makes you laugh, and you have way more in common than any of our other friends. You're even going to the same university.

The night of your graduation party, you're both tipsy at some guy’s house party and giggling in the corner while you watch a boy in your year helplessly flirt with the head cheerleader.

“Bless him,” you say. “He’s trying his best.”

“Can’t blame the guy for giving it a shot – it’s more than some people do,” Yuji agrees, leaning with his back against the wall.

“Yeah, it’s better than endlessly pining.”

He casts you a sidelong look but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes a long swig of his beer.

“You got your eye on anyone tonight?” he asks, changing the topic. You shake your head.

“Nope. I’ve fully accepted that I'm going to graduate a virgin.”

“Yeah, we’re both going to suck at college with no experience.”

“It’s a bit easier for me, I think,” you say, shrugging. “Blowjobs aren’t hard.”

“How would you know?” Yuji laughs.

“I just know!” A hint of defensiveness crawls into your voice. “Anyway, you’ve got the harder job. D’you even know where the clit is?”

Yuji’s cheeks go pink and you think you might have gone too far. You open your mouth to apologise but he interrupts you before you can.

“Are you offering to help?”

You stare at him for a long moment, not quite registering what he’s said. He’s wearing an easy grin but his hands are shaking as he takes a sip from his beer. To be frank, you’ve never entertained the thought of anything romantic or sexual with Yuji, despite all the peer pressure. He’s just Yuji to you. Not a potential boyfriend or even one-night stand.

But then your mind begins to whir, seriously considering him for the first time. You think of losing your virginity in college to someone you haven’t even known that long. Someone you might not trust fully. Maybe even someone who you find out, too late, is an asshole and the memory of your first time becomes tainted.

And then there’s the experience part – you don’t really want to go into college a virgin. You don’t want to fumble around in the dark, unsure of yourself. You want to go in a fully-realised woman, a sexy one who knows what she’s doing.

You’ve been quiet for too long because Yuji shoots you a worried glance and clears his throat awkwardly.

“Listen, I was just joking-”

“I think we should do it.”

The words fall out of your mouth before you can stop them. Yuji’s eyebrows shoot up and he freezes, the tips of his ears turning pink.

“R-really?” he stammers out, his previous grin wiped off his face.

“Yeah. I mean, for practice. Before we go to college, right?”

“Practice what?”

“I guess… all of it?”

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard and he shifts uncomfortably on the spot. You suddenly realise you’ve gone too far.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Yuji. You were just kidding around and I took it too seriously.” You avert your eyes, cheeking burning. “You can ignore me.”

“No, no, you didn’t.” He leans in close and lowers his voice. “I just didn’t think you were going to say yes.”

“Oh.” You get a waft of his aftershave – something dark and sweet. “So, you were being serious?”

“Yeah.”

You look at each other, pressed together in the throng of the party, and you’re suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

“We… we can’t do it now, obviously,” you say, breaking eye contact. “We’re drunk. And stupid.”

“Yeah. Of course.” Yuji shifts awkwardly again. You glance down and spot the bulge in his jeans.

“Wha… You have a boner?”

“Keep your voice down! Yeah, the thought of getting a blowjob gives me a boner, shoot me.” He rolls his eyes. You trail your eyes over him.

“Is it the thought of getting a blowjob or the thought of getting one from me, specifically?” you ask.

He presses his lips together and rubs the back of his neck.

“You,” he mumbles.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“From you,” he says between gritted teeth. You smirk.

“Why, Yuji, you didn’t realise I had that effect on you,” you say, batting your eyelashes. Secretly, a thrill runs through your chest. He groans and puts his beer down.

“I’m leaving before your head gets too big to fit through the door.”

He turns away but you grab his hand and he glances back at you.

“Come round to mine tomorrow night. My parents are out,” you tell him. It’s only two sentences but they’re so loaded with possibility that your throat goes dry. Yuji licks his lips and nods, once, before exiting.

*

As soon as your parents leave, you’re in panic mode.

Yuji texts to say he’ll be around in an hour so you take a hot shower and carefully shave everywhere below the neck. You have one pair of lingerie you own, bought more out of curiosity than with a goal of wearing it for anyone, so you put it on. It’s black and lacy and slightly uncomfortable but as soon as you look in the mirror, it’s like you see a different person. A woman. Sophisticated and sexy. Your heart sets off at a gallop as you throw a silky dressing gown over the top of it and wait for Yuji.

He arrives an hour later on the dot. You jump up from your bed when he texts to say he’s outside and scurry down the stairs, a ball of nervous energy. You open the door and watch his jaw drop.

“Jesus,” he exclaims, even though he can’t see the lingerie yet. You drag him inside before any of the neighbours see.

“It’s no big deal,” you say even though your heart is thumping so loud you’re pretty sure he can hear it.

“You look… fuck…” he breathes.

“I look fuck?”

“No, you-” He stops when he sees you’re grinning at him. He smiles back and shakes his head. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks.” It’s not the first time he’s complimented you before but usually it’s a “Oh, you look nice” or something. This feels different and heat crawls up your neck. Yuji clears his throat.

“So, you still want to…?”

“Practice? Yeah.” You gesture up to your room even though he’s been to your bedroom hundreds of times before.

We head up in silence, the tension so thick in the air it feels like treacle. You sit side by side on the bed and you gnaw at your thumbnail, not sure where to go from here.

“I think… this is really awkward,” Yuji says and your stomach drops.

“Have you changed your mind?”

“No, not at all,” he says quickly and half-turns to you. “But I think we’re, like, forcing it a bit too much?”

“Yeah.” You chew your bottom lip. “You’re probably right. What should we do?”

He glances at the rest of the bed before snaking his hand around your waist.

“Here,” he says and lays back, pulling you next to him. “Let’s just cuddle for now.”

You draw a relieved breath and lay draped over him, your cheek pressed against his chest and your leg slotted between his thighs. You’ve been physically close before, like when you fell asleep on his shoulder while you watched a movie, but you’ve never… cuddled. You realise you like it. You wrap your arm around his toned stomach and pull yourself in closer. Yuji chuckles, his breath ruffling your hair.

“You cosy?”

“Mhmm. How come you never told me how cosy you were?”

“Top secret information,” he replies, his hand resting on your waist.

This is nice, you think. Deep down, something inside you wants it to happen again. You feel yourself relax against him, warm and firm.

“Hey,” Yuji whispers and you look up.

His mouth catches yours softly. You melt into it as his hand cups your face and his lips part yours. His mouth tastes of mint. You run your tongue across his. Fuck, has he always been great at kissing? He tilts his head slightly and you instinctively turn in the opposite direction, your mouths fitting together perfectly. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and you moan into his mouth.

Something presses against your thigh and you realise he’s hard. An animalistic urge to touch and suck it overtakes you and your hand shoots down to his crotch.

“Wait,” he says, slightly breathless. You pull back, confused. “I’ll tell you when.”

“Okay,” you reply, still confused, but there’s a command in his voice that you can’t ignore. Warmth unspools between your legs at the new gruffness in his voice and the lust in his eyes that you inspired.

“I want to touch you first,” Yuji says before pressing his mouth against yours again.

His hand travels down to untie your dressing gown, flinging it open and exposing your lingerie-clad body to him. You automatically go to cover yourself up but he grasps your wrist, not hard but enough to stop you.

“Leave it,” he says, so you do.

His kiss is still soft but his hands become rougher as he pushes down under the cup of your bra and kneads your breast. No one’s ever touched you there before and you feel like sparks are running through your body. He pinches your nipple and your clit throbs in response. His mouth leaves yours to kiss his way down your neck before closing around your nipple. Pushing gently on your shoulder, he puts you on your back, still sucking.

“Yuji,” you say. “I want to touch you.”

“Not yet.” He repositions himself so he’s laying over you, nudging your knees apart to make space for him between your legs.

“But-”

“Only when I say,” he orders you and you pout.

Yuji only smirks in response and moves further down, planting soft, slow kisses along your stomach as he goes. You get a brief moment of insecurity over what your body looks like, what he must see, but Yuji grabs your hips and holds you in a way that makes all those thoughts disappear.

You expect him to slide off your panties but instead, he pulls them to the side, exposing your bare pussy beneath. You inhale sharply as the cold air hits you, open and vulnerable for the first time. Yuji doesn’t hesitate, running the flat of his tongue deftly across your pussy lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathe, your hips bucking.

You keep your legs spread for him as he moves up to suck gently on your clit. His finger finds your entrance, slick with your arousal, and begins to push in. You’ve fingered yourself before, of course, but it never felt like this. Yuji’s finger is thick and he curves it upwards slightly until the pad of his fingertip grazes against something deep inside you. You give a low moan as pleasure shoots through your body.

He keeps up a slow, relentless pace with his tongue on your clit while he fingers you and you feel yourself opening up to him. Your orgasm builds quickly - too quickly for you to realise what’s happening. You cry out, your back arching and your hands grasping the duvet. Yuji doesn’t stop until you beg him to, your thighs shuddering around his head. When he looks up, his mouth is glistening with your juices.

“Goddamn,” he says, wiping his chin. “That was so fucking hot.”

You try to respond but you’re out of breath. Your chest heaves as he drags himself up until he’s holding himself over you. He brushes a lock of hair from your face.

“I… I need to do you too,” you say weakly, pleasure still tingling through your abdomen.

“No,” he says even as he reaches down to unbuckle his jeans. “I want to see you do that again with my cock inside you.”

You know you can tell him no, but you don’t want to. You want him inside you. You need him inside you. You look up at his face and wonder how you never felt this way before about him.

“Yes,” you say. “Fuck me. Please.”

He makes a noise from his throat, low and dark, and pulls his cock free. you have no basis for comparison but it seems thick and you’re simultaneously thrilled and terrified. Yuji pulls his t-shirt off, throwing it to the side, and you have a newfound appreciation for the firmness of his chest and the definition in his shoulders. You help him tug his jeans off until he’s completely naked on top of you, the heat radiating off him. You run a hand over his hard stomach and down to his cock, grasping it firmly. The tip is shiny with precum.

“God, you have no idea how badly I want you to suck me off.”

“Why don’t I?”

“Because I want to fuck you more.”

The head of his cock nudges against your folds, hard and hot. You’re more than wet enough for him and let your head fall back as he pushes in the first few inches. You sink your nails into his back, feeling him stretch me.

“Jesus,” he gasps. “Fuck. You feel amazing.”

You can only whimper in response, your pussy gripping him as he withdraws and hungrily pulling him back inside as he sinks even deeper. You move your hips in time with his, meeting him halfway until he’s fully buried inside you. You expected pain but there is none, only the raw pleasure from his cock rubbing against the sensitive walls of your pussy. Yuji starts to move at a steady pace, each stroke pushing you closer to another orgasm. He moves to support himself on one arm while the other plays with your tits. His fingers tease and pinch your nipples, catching you in complete ecstasy.

“Cum for me,” he growls, his eyes moving from where his slick cock is sliding in and out of you to your face. “Cum on my cock.”

You open your mouth to say something but only a lustful moan escapes. You reach back to grab the headboard, the bed rocking beneath you with the force of his fucking.

“Yuji, I…” You don’t get to finish your sentence. A tidal wave crashes over you as your pussy contracts around him in a vice-like grip. You wrap your legs closer around him, holding him to you. You buck and shudder underneath him but he doesn’t let up. It’s only when you push him back, your hands on his chest, that he slows down.

He withdraws completely, pulling his cock free and leaving you feeling empty. You reach for him but he’s already grabbing you by the hips and turning you over.

“On your knees,” he instructs, his voice thick.

You do as he says despite your head being foggy with post-orgasm bliss. You bend over, pressing your cheek against the pillow and arching your back. Yuji smooths a hand over your ass cheek before slapping it.

You yelp, feeling the sting of his handprint but you find yourself enjoying it. Your pussy drools for him, your arousal dripping down the inside of your thigh.

“This is even better than I imagined,” he breathes.

You don’t have time to register what he means before he’s lining the head of his cock up with your hole again.

This time when he presses inside you, the ridges of his cock rub against somewhere new. It’s even more electrifying and you push your hips back, wanting him to go deeper. He quickly obliges, grabbing your hips hard enough to mark you and slamming his cock inside. His balls slap off your thighs and he grunts with satisfaction. you can feel yourself getting wetter at the thought of him looking down at you, watching himself fuck you.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum,” he groans.

“Inside me. Please,” you whisper.

You hear him moan, long and loud, as his cock spasms. You feel him unleash a torrent of cum, filling you to the brim. He doesn’t withdraw straight away, catching his breath and stroking your back, but when he does, his cum spills out and down your thigh. You roll over onto your back as he collapses on the bed next to you. He gives you a lazy grin.

“Best practice ever.”

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Party foul.

Basketball Captain!Gojo x chubby!reader x Quarterback!Sukuna

—In which you go to a party and try to out drink your friend, and only end up drunk. Just to end up in Sukuna's lap and Gojo getting jealous.

A/n: this is just a self indulgence tension fic, lmk if i should make this a thing, this is not edited either and im hungover asf

Shot after shot, you were motivated to keep up with your friend. Only thing is, you were a light weight. You could not hold you alcohol for shit.

Which leaves you here, drunk, knowing that you’re drunk, but not being to stay up right or say what you want to say. It’s a crazy experience being drunk for the first time.

Especially, at a massive party that’s supposed to celebrate the win Sukuna’s team just scored.

Sukuna, who, always picked on you for being chubby, and who always made you cry in high school.

Your relationship with the guy was not good. He was your bully. He was big, mean, and apparently delighted in seeing your tears run down your pretty little face.

“Why is she so drunk? We left her here for like- 15 minutes.” Gojo blinked, staring at you in bewilderment as you just kinda looked at him, eyes glossy.

“At least she’s a quiet drunk.” Suguru shrugged, hands in his pockets.

“Hey, I’m not drunk.” You shook your head, voice soft as the world span a little.

“Oh baby, you are so drunk.” Gojo grinned, but when you wobbled he wrapped an arm around your waist, letting you lean back against him.

“I think ‘m drunk…” another mutter, then a fucking hiccup.

“Mm, what did we learn? Do not try to win a drinking game against a seasoned alcoholic.” Gojo poked your soft cheeks, making you look up at him.

“Have you- have- You have really pretty eyes,” You murmured, eyes blinking slowly as you stared up into his.

Gojo could not be smiling literally any wider. “Oh yeah?”

“They remind me, of, a Llama.” You mumbled.

Suguru snorted, and had to stifle laughs as Gojo’s jaw dropped, “a llama? A fucking llama?” Gojo mumbled, before looking at Suguru, “what the fuck does a llama even look like?”

“Just take the compliment. Usually she can’t stand you.” Shoko piped up, a lazy grin spreading against her lips as she looked over you and Gojo.

Your eyes, however, slowly fell over to across the room. Where he sat. Leaned back against the couch, thighs spread and the shirt he wore did little to hide his muscular torso.

His eyes met yours. It was the kind of eye contact that had your knees weak— well, weaker than they already were. And you just felt this need to go and be near him.

“I’m gon-gonna go and do something.” Your words were slurred and as you took a step away, you were wobbly.

But eventually, you made it through the crowd and was stood right in front of Sukuna now. He was utterly intimidating, but you could feel his warmth from here and you craved it.

Sukuna rose a brow as he looked at you, eyes tracing your figure appreciatively. Even if he bullied you for being chubby, he damn sure liked what he saw.

“…’m gonna sit down now.” You murmured before simply crawling into his lap, parking your ass right on lap, your thighs overlapping one of his and your head rested back over his shoulder.

Sukuna was still for a moment, before wrapping his arms tight around your waist. A deep groan leaving him as he buried his face in your neck, “you smell good.”

“I’m glad your face thinks so.” Oh bless it, your words were slurred, cheeks were a light red, eyes lidded and glossy. You were completely relaxed against Sukuna, until you lifted your hand and gently traced his jaw.

Sukuna had trouble keeping a straight face after that compliment. An almost imperceivable smirk spreading on his lips.

“Are you gonna be nicer to me in class?” Your eyes followed your fingers as they traced the sharp angles of his jawline, then down to his Adam’s apple, which was quick to bob as he swallowed at your whispered words.

“We’ll see.” Sukuna looked down at you for a moment, before feeling a glare on him. Looking up, he immediately locked eyes with a furious pair of blue eyes.

“Your blue eyed freak friend is glaring at me.” Sukuna spoke again, his grip tightening around you almost possessively.

Gojo was furious. Furious because he was watching Sukuna hold you close, on his lap. Furious because he let you go thinking you had to pee, but just ended up on Sukuna’s lap. Furious because he wanted you in his lap, not Sukuna’s.

“I’m gonna say something.” Gojo sat his drink down, jaw clenched tight.

“Nooo, no no. Bad idea. You are captain of the basketball team let’s remember. And if you do something embarrassing it’s gonna embarras the whole team.” Suguru shrugged off the lady he was flirting with to try and get Gojo to think properly.

“I don’t give a shit.” Gojo was already brushing past Suguru and making his way through the crowd to get to you.

Your eyes met Gojo’s eyes as he got closer. “He looks mad.” You whispered to Sukuna, who just nodded.

“I think he’s jealous.” Sukuna grinned, one of his hands sliding down to your thighs. His thumb resting on your inner thigh.

“Why?”

“Because you’rere on my lap and not his.” Sukuna was the devil on your shoulder, whispering into your ear, making your drunk brain spin.

Hearing your name come from Gojo’s mouth, you turned your attention to him. He was standing right in front of you, “hey come on, it’s time to go.” Gojo tried not to sound jealous, or as possessive as he was feeling but it was hard.

“Oh…ok,” you nodded slowly, before moving to slide out of Sukuna’s lap, but with his grab around your waist it was a bit impossible.

“Let her go.” Gojo demanded, glaring daggers at Sukuna.

“Why? We were so comfortable here.” All smug and confident, Sukuna tilted his head, just to press a lingering kiss to your neck.

“Because we have to. Get your hands off her before I make you.” Gojo snapped, and managed to pull you from Sukuna’s arms.

“You can take her, but she knows her way back home.” Sukuna just leaned back, all confident as he patted his lap.

Gojo just shot him a glare before just picking you up and going outside.

“Where are we going?” You murmured, face buried in his neck, lips and breath soft against his skin.

“I’m taking you home. I’m gonna pamper you. And you’re gonna wake up, and only remember me.” Gojo huffed, holding you close as he walked to his car.

“Ok…” you trailed off, feeling dizzy from his big strides. You simply closed her eyes, and let yourself doze off.

[crimeronan]

i do dearly love that 2025 tumblr fandom is wholly united in our devastation about losing "hey tiger." canon gansey's interactions with adam are so charged that they have to retcon his dialogue. i think if you accidentally make your straight boy bisexual then you should simply just own it and leave in the bisexualisms, personally. but more importantly this post would've gotten me shot in 2018. seven years later straight gansey is dead and the fandom killed him. god bless. all hail hey tiger 💕✨‼️

[shenachigans]

Office activities with the Kirammans | KIRAMMAN SANDWICH AU

LawProfessor!Cassandra can’t believe her daughter’s audacity. How could she touch you like that without her knowledge or permission? You belonged to the older woman the moment you met on your first day as her TA. She had planned everything meticulously to make you want her as much as she wanted you. From her light touches, sultry tone, close proximity, and hooded, wanting gaze… It was the perfect spell to bewitch you.

Cassandra was patient and prudent, especially considering the power balance and age gap between you. Everyone on the campus knew of your hold on the usually composed professor, and decided not to meddle in Cassandra’s affairs. It was clear that you were off limits. Still, her endeavors were in vain as CollegeStudent!Caitlyn snatched you from her mother’s grasp with little effort, recklessly marking you as hers with her bruised kisses on your skin. It was a painful and irking sight to Cassandra. It should’ve been her marks, not Caitlyn’s.

“I already have to deal with news of you sleeping around like a starved woman. You have girls at your beck and call, so why choose my TA of all people?” the older woman hissed, brows knitting together in frustration and suspicion. Her voice echoing in her soundproof office on the campus. “I had set my eyes on her long before you knew of her existence. Spare her of your nonsense, Caitlyn. She is mine to keep.”

“Yet I was able to bed her first,” Caitlyn snapped back, a hint of mockery and 100% sass in her tone as she stood her ground. Despite being shorter than her daughter, Cassandra still commanded the room. Caitlyn was no exception but would gladly go against her mother because she wants you too. “And I am serious about her, Mother. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met, I’m sure you can sympathize with me for once.”

Translation: finders keepers, losers weepers.

The Kirammans continued to bicker over their ownership of you, almost forgetting the faint buzzing and constant muffled whimpering in the corner of Cassandra’s office. Then their eyes land on you after hearing a loud groan. 

Ah. Right. 

How could the two women divert their attention and act like petty children when you were there blessing them with your sinful song? Perched on one of the older woman’s couches, panties and pants discarded on the floor, and only your bra and unbuttoned blouse remained, your legs quivered as a vibrator wand attached to your thigh abused your angry, swollen clit. All the while your hole was clenching around nothing as cum oozed out onto the couch. Exquisite.

Desire shot through Caitlyn and Cassandra at the sight of your tearful and blissful expression, lost in pleasure as you tried to writhe from your binds. Your jaw is sore from the gag (courtesy of Cassandra’s tie) and your pelvis hurts from your legs being forced open by ropes tying your ankles to your thighs. Even your wrists were tied too.

The older woman tries to compose herself as her breath hitches at the masterpiece she created. You were utterly beautiful as you looked up at them pleadingly. For what? They didn’t know. Yet, it was a sight to behold, and Caitlyn agrees with the bob of her Adam’s apple. Suddenly, the office’s atmosphere becomes charged with lust and need. 

Perhaps they could share you just this once. They can settle for a temporary truce, yes? 

A/N: Not a full fic as requested but something is something right… (forgive me) The shorter it is, the more food I can serve. Still, glad you beautiful people enjoyed the last one. This can be read as part two or as a standalone. I need a different scenario or two with this AU now bc it feels like I’m writing the same thing…

© shenachigans — do not plagiarise, translate, repost, or copy.

[prettyboyivy]

📸: adamrosssi

[nmakii]

SO DIM THAT SPOTLIGHT…

for, M— maisie, or maybe even miya osamu; my twin, my superstar, and my biggest blessing.

inarizaki doesn’t need memories, nor do they need to rely on their team manager; everything that matters happens in the court anyways. but, the week you’ve disappeared from practice— they can’t help but find themselves missing you.

fem!reader, atsumu kinda clingy, writeen on 0 hours of sleep, sum1 MIGHT be ooc… AESPA FANS RISE

inarizaki doesn’t need their team manager. they’re very adamant on their independence, especially atsumu. sure, it’s nice to be coddled after a long day of volleyball, but it’s merely a bonus! they don’t rely on you, definitely…

“where’s s/o?” atsumu frowns, looking across the gym for you. “coach said she had a family emergency…” kita says, a hint of worry in his voice. osamu tilted his head in worry. “family emergency? is something wrong?”

kita sighs. “coach didn’t give any further details.” to this, atsumu whined. “whaat?! is she okay?!” he yelled out, going on a path that goes nowhere. “he just said he didn’t get any further details…” suna deadpans.

“well, we shouldn’t dwell on it right now. next week is the inarizaki winter festival… we’ve been instructed to create a promotional video with our most flashy moves as to get more people to support us during nationals.” kita explains.

atsumu rolls his eyes, hearing what a ridiculous idea it was. “setting up a video… we already have a crowd full of fans… we should be practicing…” he mumbles, not that anyone in particular cares to comment on.

“right… well, i think we should shoot atsumu’s shots first since he’s is the most popular after all” kita says, preparing the camera while ginjima had set up the tripod. “just… do a strong spike serve, okay?” he instructs as atsumu bounces the ball, preparing for his shot.

atsumu takes a deep breath, preparing for his shot; the look on his face so serious, you’d think he was in an official match. he throws the ball into the air…

before miserably missing the shot.

the silence in the gym so thick, you could cut it with a knife. until osamu broke the tension with roaring laughter. “hah! what happened to being so perfect all the time?!” osamu points at him, laughing like a middle school bully. “shut your trap! i was just thinking ‘bout somethin’!” atsumu yells back, angrily marching to retrieve his ball. “thinkin’ ‘bout what?! about how ‘ya can’t even serve properly cause your dear s/o is gone?!” osamu scoffs, not particularly set on admitting how much he’ll miss your presence this week. still, he doesn’t have much time to think about that before atsumu steers straight into osamu’s path. “you..!” atsumu huffs, grabbing osamu by his shirt collar and wrestling him.

omimi runs in between the two of them, trying to break the fight as suna records the two, turning to kita. “maybe this’ll make good promotional content, everyone loves to see these two fight...” and in response, kita can only sigh at suna’s nonchalant attitude, pressing a palm to both of the boys’ chests. “fighting won’t do anything. stop it, please.” he says, unknowingly placing a somewhat hostile tone in his words, scaring the twins into backing off of each other.

despite whatever complaints the team had, the week passed by fairly quickly and soon enough, it was the inarizaki winter festival. there were snack carts, game booths, and of course, on one of the main screens, starred the boy’s volleyball team promotional video. and, exactly as kita said, it persuaded many girls to come support the team by the time nationals starts.

as the miyas inattentively chatted with the girls carrying fans with their names on it, both their eyes roamed the festival for an excuse to leave— when the stage announced a name they were all too familiar with.

“when is s/o returning? it’s already been a week, and she hasn’t returned, much less answer any of our calls…” kita asks, clearly worried for your wellbeing. coach kurosu can’t help but let out a slight smile, waving off the boy’s concerns. “she’s fine. in fact…” he trails off, turning to the stage.

confused, kita furrows his brow, and follows his gaze as to what he could mean.

“and, without further ado..! s/o from class 3-4, performing a solo cover of supernova by aespa!”

even from how scattered they were across the fair, they all froze, looking for each other as if to silently ask ‘is this real..?’. the lights slowly flashed onto you, as you sang the lyrics in what they could only think would be recognizable korean. hell, even if it was absolute nonsense, you’d still sound amazing.

your distinct and sharp dance moves were complimented by the cropped black tee and the baggy jeans you wore, making you look absolutely graceful as you danced. even the very fact that you were able to wear those kinds of clothes in the middle of december was commendable enough.

sparklers popped from the edges of the stage, as if you were at your very own solo concert, the lights dimmed to from white, to purple, to blue, as confetti streamed down. and when it came to an end, the audience roared in cheer.

you waved to everyone and bowed respectfully before running off the stage. the entire team was more than shocked to see that, ‘family emergency’, as if! almost every single one of then dropped what they had been previously doing and ran to the back of the stage, ready to praise you.

“s/o, that was incredible!” atsumu yelled, giving you a big hug before yelling at you. “why’dya leave us for a week?!” he huffed. “ahaha… practice, of course! coach had to cover for me…” you giggled, shivering a bit from how cold the snow was. “you… don’t wear revealing clothes in winter, you’ll catch a cold…” osamu sighed, wrapping his tracksuit around you.

kita went over to you, observing your condition. “i’m glad you’re well, s/o. i was starting to get worried when you wouldn’t answer our calls. your performance was amazing.” he smiled. aran agreed, greeting you with a soft slap on your back. “you did great! the way you did this..! and then suddenly you..!” he fumbles, imitating your dance moves.

it seems he’s exhilarated just by watching you perform…

and finally, suna makes it over to the backstage, giving you a thumbs up and a smile. “you did great. i only recorded halfway…” he says disappointedly, looking over the clip he took. “pfft, that’s okay, suna…” you shrug. “i’m really glad to be back with you guys, though” you smile contentedly.

aran glared at you as if you dishonored his family, “what are you even talking about?! with moves like that, you shouldn’t be stuck being a volleyball team manager; you’ve gotta become an idol! in front of millions!” he encourages you, before atsumu argues back. “haah?! like hell! she’s gotta stay here with us!”

“it’s her life, she should have control over what she does in life.” kita says, in an attempt to mediate. sadly, his attempt falls on deaf ears as the two argue like a married couple bickering on their child’s future.

you laugh, missing the chaos in your life. “hahah… i don’t think i’m gonna perform again anytime soon… it was terrifying, not to mention— so much effort. for now, i guess i’m stuck here with you guys…”

that wouldn’t be a problem though. not when it’s you.

inarizaki doesn’t need the memories. cherishing the present is much better anyways. but, maybe it is pretty nice to have a team manager. especially when they’re as talented as you.

[cowboyshit]

[marley-manson]

My Hawkeye take boiled down to its fundamental core is that everything fandom is inclined to interpret as low self esteem and/or self loathing is actually just love and emotional openness and intensity.

I’m actually pretty adamant about Hawkeye specifically not having major personal issues pre-war - self-esteem problems, self-loathing, major insecurities, that kind of thing - because I think that serves the themes of the story best (particularly in the first half of the show, but even throughout the rest to an extent). I think Hawkeye is supposed to be a self-actualized dude who has his shit together, who’s been thrown into a fucked up situation, and it’s that situation that causes his problems, not any major issues he had pre-war.

Hawkeye has insomnia because of the war, Hawkeye has nightmares because of the war, Hawkeye has a manic breakdown because of the war, Hawkeye is specifically heavily affected by the war because he’s “the sanest man” Sidney knows, as he says in Hawk’s Nightmare. It’s important to the satire of the first half of the show that Hawkeye is an emotionally healthy person in a situation that destroys emotionally healthy people, and it’s important to the anti-war message throughout that Hawkeye’s problems come mainly from the war-zone setting rather than his own issues.

Honestly I can only think of two scenes across 11 seasons that imply that Hawkeye has intrinsic insecurities that can’t be better explained as Hawkeye’s emotionally expressive and loving nature (incidentally Bless You Hawkeye, another obvious contender, is very blatantly about love which is why I don’t mention it): Show Biz and Who Knew, and both those Hawkeye plots essentially contradict the themes of the earlier show and exist specifically to problematize the womanizing of earlier years. I don’t think they hold weight when put against the earlier show, where Hawkeye’s womanizing was portrayed as both a reason to like Hawkeye, and a reasonable reaction to being thrown into a war zone.

And if some fans enjoy taking stuff like, eg, Hawkeye’s guilt in Fallen Idol as evidence of insecurities and guilt issues and intrinsic self-loathing, that’s their perogative and maybe it makes more sense based on what they get out of the rest of the show and the themes they prioritize, but for me it makes more sense given the themes of the show as a whole and for Hawkeye’s role within the show to take it as a very reasonable emotional reaction anyone might have when their friend gets shot after they gave him some well-meaning advice, rather than evidence of deep-seated issues - another instance of the war taking its toll on Hawkeye because he’s in touch with his feelings and not repressed.

Or another common example is Hawkeye getting upset about people leaving without saying goodbye - or his dad hiding someone's illness from him and preventing him from saying goodbye. I think that's indicative of his need to express his love and his emotions and not Abandonment Issues. He's perfectly capable of letting people go when they can talk for five minutes first (eg Love and War, GFA, even The More I See You where he put up more of a fight for a minute), and it's pretty normal to be upset when someone disappears without a word. If anything, Hawkeye's reactions to BJ and Trapper doing it are pretty even-keeled imo.

There’s also another element I enjoy which is more present in the early seasons but still holds true over the course of the show - Hawkeye’s emasculation as portrayed as a virtue. I think it’s also important to the vibes that Hawkeye is the most likeable person on the show, the most admirable, the dude you should want to be most like, and he’s very pointedly the antithesis of american military masculinity. Imo adding self-loathing and self-esteem issues to that also undermines the vibes I enjoy by making him a more typical type of self-depricatingly effeminate comedic character, and the show did enough undermining of it in the later seasons that I don’t want to add more lol.

Basically for me, to interpret Hawkeye as having big detrimental Issues and being fucked up in whatever ways pre-war detracts from my favourite themes of the show rather than serving those themes, so I prefer another explanation for many of those moments - the aforementioned love/emotional openness, or, often in other cases, just taking what Hawkeye says in its intended jokey way. And I do think this is what the writers usually intended, give or take some messy writing in the last few seasons.

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Reactions to The Worst's Chapter 396

Brief summary: Dark Bear is busy with the birth ceremony. Sheritt talks to Eden. Eden is about to be born.

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Poor Dark Bear. It seemed like Clopeh lectured him about legends for 3 days and nights, so Dark Bear was adamant at following Clopeh's teachings down to the letter. Or was it because he could hear Clopeh giggling behind him, and he was scared so he was doing his best? 😂😂😂

Sheritt couldn't enter the game, so Eruhaben installed multiple video screens for her to watch Eden's birth. And finally, we got Cale confronting Sheritt about Clopeh.

Cale: Sheritt-nim, why did you let Clopeh Sekka run wild like that? Sheritt: … Raon: … On: … Hong: … Eden egg: … Cale: (Stop being shy and speak up.) Sheritt: *fidgety*

Everyone's awkward silence was so funny. 🤣🤣🤣

Afterwards, Cale asked why she wanted Eden to be born in front of many people instead of just in this room. Sheritt replied that she wanted her child to be born blessed by many. If there was one regret she had for her children when she was planning for their birth, it was that they would be born in a silent castle devoid of actual living beings.

So she had wished her children to be born amid the cheers and joy of many. And now, that wish of hers would be fulfilled through Eden's birth.

She said that because she was a mom, she wanted her child to be loved by many. Eden was shaken by her words, and even more so when Sheritt whispered to him her wish - that he be born safely. And afterwards, to come see "your mother" because she would be waiting for him always.

The entire scene was touching. 😭😭😭 Even DA felt moved as he vowed to do his best at his task later.

Eden was so moved by her words that Cale panicked when he saw the time remaining suddenly drop from 12 minutes to 9 minutes, and continued to drop fast. As if Eden wanted to be born soon and come see his "mom" right away. Cale had to run and look for Clopeh to tell him to rush the plan. But Clopeh's reaction was funny. 😂😂😂

He used the Sound of the Wind to run very fast. [Recovery rate 99.996% (time remaining: 0:02:47)] Cale saw it for the first time. “Clopeh!” He called Clopeh's name desperately. Because we had to bring forward our planned schedule. “Cale-nim?” Cale called out to the puzzled man. “Help!” At that moment, Cale froze. Clopeh's pupils shook, and his face lit up with joy. And then tears formed. 'Hey, this crazy bastard……!' He was flustered. But he couldn't help it. Now he was in a hurry. “Two minutes!” He grabbed Clopeh by the shoulders and gave him a quick order. “He'll be born in two minutes!” Eleven minutes earlier than expected. The whole schedule had to change.

Clopeh cried tears of joy when Cale called him and asked for help. 🤣🤣🤣 But Clopeh told Cale not to worry because variables were always present in legends.

Moving on, the Birth Ceremony Progress that was stuck at 197% now shot up to 251%, as if signalling Eden's will to be born. The egg became very hot and floated to the sky. In front of an audience of 120,000 people, the egg descended from the crimson red clouds and sky. Silence dominated the place as Cale and the others worked hard with the "special effects."

Ending Remarks Sheritt's words to Eden was so touching. 😭 Next chapter would be Eden's birth. I'm looking forward to what his appearance would be and everyone's reactions to his birth.

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Rogue-Part 10

Jay Halstead x Reader (nicknamed Rogue)

You and Jay are still partners, still forced to work together. He has to face the full of extent of the pain you’re in but finally gets to talk to you away from work.

Warnings: depressive talk, mention of sex and violence

When the alarm went off Jay let himself pretend for just the briefest of moments that you were going to press a kiss to his bare shoulder and tell him to “kill that damn thing baby” he let himself pretend that you came home to him. That everything was the way it should have been. That everything hadn’t fallen apart. That Nadia wasn’t dead, that you hadn’t been witness to him and Erin betraying your trust, that you never would’ve had to endure the pain of losing Ryatt that sent you on the path of the task force to begin with. 

That moment passed the longer the alarm blared. He finally pushed himself up and hit the button to silence it. He scrubbed a hand down his face and eyed his phone. Had you texted any more? Would you answer if he texted? You had your read receipts on so he would at least know you’d seen it. He grabbed it and stared at the screen for several seconds before finally just texting I love you he saw the read pop up next to it just a couple seconds later and prayed to see the bubbles appear that meant you were replying but when none came he laid the phone down and stood up to get dressed.

You were still his partner. That meant he’d be in close quarters with you if a case came up or if Voight sent you out any. How would you react to that? Did you still trust him to be your partner? That thought made him stop. Would you ask for a new partner? He didn’t know if he could face that. You wanted to keep personal and professional as separate as possible, that was what you once promised Voight. Maybe you wouldn’t bring anyone else into this by asking for a new partner. You had to know that no matter what he’d never let anything happen to you. 

You sat in your jeep for a few minutes, just sipping your coffee. You had gotten to the precinct earlier than you had to be there, even early for you. You just didn’t want to be there with just you and Hank. You saw Kevin pull up along with Adam and forced yourself out of your jeep.

Jay had texted you pretty much first thing. You knew when his alarm was set, the text came in maybe three minutes after his alarm had gone off to wake him? It was just three words. I love you. You had stared at it for far too long. Had he thought about that when he was with Erin? Had he thought of the love he had for you then? Or had the love for you simply been an afterthought? A guilty scream that came sliding in once the act was done?

You had to stop thinking about it. You got through Ryatt’s death. You got through getting justice for Ryatt. You could get through this, right? As if fate itself seemed fit to mock you just a little bit more before you ever made it to the door leading inside you spotted Jay’s truck pulling into the parking lot. You turned to look at it, finding yourself rooted to the spot. He parked and the moment he got out, his eyes locked onto yours. A small smile slipped onto his face when he realized you were looking at him. You quickly looked away and hurried up the steps. You couldn’t do that to yourself. Not right now.

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You nearly knocked Mouse down when you made it into the door of the precinct. His hands shot out to steady you “Woah Rogue, where’s the fire?” you laughed lightly “Just trying to get inside” he raised an eyebrow “Jay in the parking lot?” you nodded and he smiled “Go on, I’ll buy you a few minutes to get settled” you winked at him “Bless you Gerwitz” he grinned “Just go before he makes it in” 

You jogged to the palm scanner and typed in your code, laying your palm down before pulling the gate. You heard Mouse asking Jay something as you hurried up the stairs and made a mental note to buy him lunch. 

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You were trying to act like everything was fine. You didn’t need to shake up the unit anymore than it already had been. When Hank walked to his door and called your name along with Jay’s you glanced up. “I need you two to set on this address. According to my C.I. our guy is held up there” the case they were currently working was a robbery gone wrong that very much was looking more and more like an inside job.

You nodded “Yes sir” and grabbed your jacket. You cut your eyes at Jay as the two of you walked towards the stairs. Erin looked up when you walked past her desk and tried to catch your eye but you couldn’t. You fucking loved her too so this hurt no matter which way you turned. 

Mouse was eyeing you and Jay both, like he was waiting for you to try to shove his friend down the stairs or something. You caught his eye and offered him a small smile. Him? He could be offered an olive branch. He didn’t know you until a day or so ago.

Jay sat in the driver’s seat of his truck, unsure what to do. Should he try to talk to you? Should he remain quiet? This was the closest he’d been to you since the day he’d dropped you off at the airport. 

He called your name lightly and your shoulders tensed “What?” you replied, eyes scanning the house and surrounding area. Ok, you were gonna talk a little at least but just not look at him. He could handle that. “We’re still partners. Do you trust me to have your back at least?” he was hoping for so many answers, damn near any answer but the one you gave which was “I know you won’t let me get killed Jay”

He didn’t think, the words just slipped out of him “Wow, nice wording there princess” you spun in the seat, eyes full of angry tears. “I’m in the damn truck. I am doing my job. This is the best I can do for now Jay” “Talk to me about what happened” he pushed and you laughed bitterly “Fuck that” he opened his mouth to tell you that nothing happened, that he didn’t fuck Erin but about that time you looked out of the window and cursed under your breath “Isn’t that our guy?”

He followed your line of sight and let out a string of curses himself “Yeah, it is” you grabbed the radio and hit for Voight “We got him” you looked back at Jay and shrugged “I love you Jay.I’m sorry that wasn’t enough” he had thought his heart couldn’t break any more. He was wrong “Baby..” he was cut off by Voight radioing back that Kim and Roman were coming to set on the house so you two could double back and gear up so it could be hit in a raid. “Lets get on it” you whispered, buckling up and looking out of the window. “Yeah” he whispered.

Going on a raid with your unit backing you was something you had missed so damn desperately for a little while you forgot the ache in your chest for the adrenaline pumping through your veins. It felt good to fall into that familiar rhythm. To have Antonio’s hand on your shoulder as all of you lined up to head in, to hear Jay and Kevin’s voices blending as they called out “CHICAGO PD”

It wasn’t a choreographed dance like you’d learned with the task force but it was controlled chaos. It was home in a way the task force could never be. 

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You stood there, next to Adam and Kim as the last of the crew was loaded into cars. “Well, that was fun” Adam cut his eyes at you “I think you’re crazier now than when you left” you shrugged “I needed a little blood pumping Ruzek. That’s all” Kim grinned at you “I just like seeing a smile on your face Rogue. You and Jay coming out to Molly’s tonight?” you shrugged “I don’t know yet” 

She bumped her shoulder against yours “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink” you raised an eyebrow “In that case I’ll see you there” Adam shook his head “In other words I’m buying you both drinks” Kim laughed “Aw he’s smarter than he looks” 

You looked across the way where Jay was talking to Antonio and Al. You weren’t sure if he was going out tonight or not, hell you were still staying at a hotel. You hadn’t moved into Kevin’s yet. You planned to do that on Saturday. Jay raised his eyes to yours and you took a deep breath when Erin and Hank walked over to him, Antonio and Al. Yeah you needed that drink.

You were about to walk down the stairs when Hank called your name. You froze, cutting your eyes at Mouse who shrugged before walking down the stairs himself. “Yeah boss?” you asked before heading into his office.

He was standing at the doorway with his arms crossed “Is there something going on I need to know about?” you shook your head “Nope” he nodded slowly “Ok, well Bunny is trying to use all of this with Nadia to get her hooks back into Erin” despite the pain you were in you felt a flair of anger for Erin’s mother. “Like hell” he smiled slightly “That’s what I thought you’d say. If I need your help with her, can I call you?” you nodded “Any time. She doesn’t have any dirt on me Hank. I’ll handle the crazy bitch” he held his hand out and you shook it. He actually smiled then said “I’m glad to see you doing better after everything Rogue. Ryatt would be proud of you” you nodded “Thanks, that means a lot” 

You motioned to the stairs “I’m gonna go, Ruzek owes me a drink” he laughed “Better go cash in then”

You headed for the stairs and made it down and out the precinct. When you hit the parking lot Mouse was standing with Jay next to his truck and you didn’t slow down on the way to your jeep. Everyone else was leaving out so you didn’t look like you were running as much as you were just ready to leave. You jumped in the driver’s seat and looked up about the time both men were looking at you. Gee boys why not make it apparent you were the topic of conversation? 

You shook your head and backed up. You were damn sure cashing in on making Adam buy you a drink.

“She’s gonna start staying at Kev’s tomorrow” Jay told Mouse as the two of them watched you pull out. Mouse nodded slowly “At least she’ll be out of the hotel?” He offered and Jay sighed “I’d rather her be home” 

“She’s gone through a lot, Jay. Give her time” Mouse offered and Jay nodded “I know. I’d wait forever for her. I just wish she’d talk to me, let me explain that what she thinks happened didn’t. I didn’t have sex with Erin. Yeah we kissed, no that shouldn’t have happened but that was it” 

“Put yourself in her shoes, fully. Will getting killed in front of you and all. If you walked up to her kissing well me and it being apparent we were both drinking and in front of my open apartment door and she wasn’t answering your calls?” Jay’s eyes flickered towards Mouse, the anger in them answer enough “I’d kill you” 

Mouse nodded “Exactly” “But with her being hurt, what if she does something we both regret?” Jay asked and Mouse shrugged “I don’t know what to tell you man. You’ve got to get her to talk to you one way or another”

You walked into Molly’s, trying to act like everything was fine. Maybe no one would question why you and Jay had arrived at different times? Or why you’d come in a cab? You were checking out the hotel first thing in the morning so you’d just taken a cab to Mollys and planned to take one back.

The moment you walked in you spotted Jay at the bar and god the smile on his face made your knees weak. The love you had for him was stronger than anything you could ever have dreamt of. His eyes locked on yours and his smile got even broader. 

You took a step forward but then you spotted Erin, right behind him. The image of them, together flashed through your head. Your face felt warmer, like you couldn’t catch a breath. You turned and pushed past Matt and Gabby, muttering an apology to get out of the door.

The moment you made it outside into the cool night air you heard a familiar voice call your name and looked up to see Kelly walking your way from his mustang. “Are you ok?” you nodded “I’m fine” he laughed lightly “Yeah bullshit. Spill it” 

You shook your head “I’m just leaving. I just gotta catch a cab” he raised an eyebrow “Where’s Jay?” you scoffed and his eyes widened “Something happen?” you shook your head “Doesn’t matter” He covered the space between you, watching you carefully “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, what did Halstead do?” You shook your head “Will you give me a ride to the Hampton inn?” he nodded “Yeah, of course”

He motioned back to his mustang. He unlocked it and opened the passenger side door. “Are you seeing anyone Kel?” you asked and he laughed “Not at the moment” you heard Jay call your name and looked back to see him on the sidewalk. Kelly looked from you to Jay “Am I getting in the middle of something?” 

Jay wasn’t close enough to hear the two of you yet so you shook your head “Can I kiss you?” he shrugged “Is Jay gonna kill me?” you shrugged so he laughed “Why not?” you pulled him down to you and pressed your lips against his. The kiss was gentle, damn near chaste but from any other angle it would be hard to tell just what type of kiss it was. You moved your lips against his, trying to imagine Jay. Kelly wasn’t a bad kisser by no means. He just wasn’t who you wanted. When he pulled back he smiled slightly and whispered “You owe me an explanation” then you climbed in and he walked around to the driver’s seat.

When he pulled away from the curb you chanced a look in the side mirror and the pain in Jay’s expression matched the way you felt.

Jay didn’t know what happened. One minute it seemed like you were going to come towards him, he hoped you were going to talk. The next? You were turning and damn near running out.

It was a Friday night so it was crowded and took him longer than usual to get outside. The moment he did he spotted you standing in the open door of Severide’s mustang. He called your name, you and Kelly looked back at him then you said something to Kelly and then pulled Kelly down to you. Jay felt his entire body go numb when he watched your lips connect with Kelly’s.  He knew the kiss couldn’t have lasted over a few seconds but it felt so much longer seeing the love of his life kiss another man. The pain he felt, the way his heart ripped in his chest. Then seeing you climb in Kelly’s car and pull away? You thought he’d slept with Erin, what if you did something with Kelly? Fuck.

You were at the Hampton inn. He wasn’t about to let you fuck Kelly without at least trying to stop it. You were his god dammit. He’d fucked up yeah but not that bad. He hadn’t slept with Erin. He couldn’t let this happen.

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When Jay pulled into the parking lot of the Hampton he didn’t see your jeep. Where was your jeep? He tried your cell again and didn’t get an answer. He called Mouse back and Mouse groaned “Man I don’t like doing this Jay” “Please Greg!” “Fuck, room two fifteen” 

“Thank you!” Jay hung up and parked. His eyes flickered around the parking lot and finally landed on your jeep. He didn’t see Kelly’s mustang but there was more parking around back.

You heard someone knocking at your door and you padded across the floor, “Hold on! Damn Kel did you forget your keys or something you just left?” you opened the door and to your horror instead of Kelly, Jay stood there.

“Jay?” he looked around the room “Is he here?” “Who?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest and seeing how his eyes tracked the fact that you were barefoot, your hair was down and your clothes were clearly messed up. You hadn’t done anything with Kelly. You’d just laid down across the bed and when he’d knocked you’d been forced to get back up but let him have his assumptions. “Nope, had to run somewhere” you lied and saw the look of pain flash through his eyes.

“I didn’t fuck Erin. I’m sick of you running from me and not letting me fucking talk” you shook your head “Is that why you’re here?” you started to close the door in his face but his hand shot out “Ask her” his voice made you freeze dead in your tracks, anger pooling in your stomach. You stared at him for a moment, trying to draw a breath that didn’t burn every last inch going down “I know how you fuck Jay, I don’t need Erin’s play by play on the matter”

“God dammit Rogue, ask her about any scar I have below the waist. Any mark. She won’t know because I did not fuck her!” His voice sounded so solid you almost believed him but the memory of seeing him with his lips on hers, about to go into her apartment flashed through your mind. You scoffed “Well damn baby, the first time we had sex I wouldn’t have been able to recount anything either…I mean IF that was the first time you two had sex”

“Would Kelly know where your scars are?” His voice was low, nearly a whisper. Part of you felt a sense of triumph. Good, let him hurt. You had joined the task force to get justice for Ryatt and he in turn fucked your best friend? He deserved the pain. The thing that gave you fault was that small piece of you, the piece you tried to ignore that ached every day you weren’t in his arms. The piece that would still be in love with the man in front of you until the day they put you in the ground.

“Maybe.What’s your point?” you asked and he took a step towards you “You kissed him and got in his car and you’re telling me he’s coming back here” your eyes widened when a realization hit you that he shouldn’t have known which room you were in. “You son of a bitch! You drug Mouse into this?” he shrugged “I see the love of my life leaving a fucking bar with another man? Yeah I’ll drag whoever I see fit into it” you crossed the space between you, glaring up at him “You lost the right to call me the love of your life the moment you touched her that night. You chose her over me”

You spun to walk back further into your room and felt his hand wrap around your arm, your entire body tensed under his touch “If you have ever once loved me Jay, for the love of god let me go. I’m not leaving Chicago, I’m still in intelligence. I just need space from you” his hand dropped to his side “I love you with everything I have Rogue. I swear on my life nothing happened beyond a kiss, a stupid mistake of a kiss. We both stopped the moment it happened because of how we both feel about you”

You shook your head “I don’t believe you for the simple fact I know how bad I hurt you when I left. I know how long it had been before I left since I was able to have sex, the one time I was able you had to reassure me the entire time. I was numb Jay, that’s the worst part in all of this. I can’t even blame you. I just hope you find happiness like we once had because I was happier than I ever dreamt about when I was with you. If Ryatt hadn’t been killed…” you scrubbed a hand down your face “Please just go” 

“I love you and I meant when I said I will fight for you until my last breath. You’ll figure it out that I didn’t touch her. Not like that. When you do, come home. I’ll be waiting for you to come home, promise me you won’t fuck him. Please” you looked up at him and felt your heart flip in your chest “I couldn’t do that to you Jay. I love you far too much to betray you like that but how did it feel to see me kiss another man? Think about that when you go home tonight. Think about the hell I’ve been through then coming home to that. I still don’t know if I can trust your word. I’ll talk to you monday. Give me the weekend” he nodded “Ok” 

He leaned down and when you didn’t pull away he pressed a kiss to your temple “I’ll talk to you monday. If you change your mind before then just call me or come home” he took a step back so you closed the door without another word just as tears started to stream down your face. 

Part 11

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