#but this ask made me question whether or not I should be doing that lol

[the-adventures-of-dave]

do you have a name we can refer to you by? (tbh I’ve mostly been referring to you as Dave also)

Honestly I think most people in online cat circles refer to me as Dave 😂 Elsewhere online I go by Wren!

[bootycallin]

ACTUALLY PLEASE DO A PART TWO?? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT I DOES TO READERS CLIT ❤️

OOH—BETTER THAN ME?

꩜ .ᐟ basically; vi made a proposal. imagine what i can do, she said. not that you could've ever even imagined, imagined, anyways.

cw: wlw. porn with slight plot this time!! not a direct continuation but sort of. vi catches u jorkin it. implied perv!vi (lol). masturbation. mutual masturbation. bsfwb? fingering. bushvi (!!). reader’s briefly described as smaller than her. scissoring. swearing. vi's a sweetie pie. begging. overstim. aftercare? v fluffy ending. not proofread.

a/n: dinner is fucking served

NSFW UTC

now, the real question is, how’d she get you so addicted?

damn, it’s not like you’ve never had sex before. quite the opposite, you have sex pretty often.

but she was different.

maybe cause she showed something you could never really do. maybe because it was one time and you’re best friends and you’re overthinking. or maybe the dick was just really good. god knows. one way or the other, you can’t stop thinking about it.

you don’t know it, but vi can’t either. so when she hears you whimpering from your room, she can’t fucking help herself.

what kind of fucking black magic does she have? there’s no way your fingers are just short. you’re trying, you really are—legs wide, lips spread so you can press two of your fingers inside your saturated hole. it’s not enough. you’ve been neglecting your clit, as well—because supposedly, you should be able to do it.

it’s not enough. your clit’s twitching, breath shaky, curling your fingers—not enough. thrusting them in? not enough. just briefly smacking the tip of your clit with your palm? not. enough.

you’ve been trying to avoid it, but you need her.

“fuck, vi…” and what is it they say? about speaking of the devil?

‘cause she’s right there. say her name three times to summon, or some bullshit? because you could’ve fucking sworn you were alone—as you are most times when you’re masturbating.

(well, that’s what you think. vi’s conscience is a little heavy because of that. can you blame her? she’s just a woman!)

you barely have enough time to realize it. pulling your fingers out, grabbing the nearest blanket there was to cover your body as if she hadn’t already seen enough of it to know exactly what you look like. shit.

“vi—“ again. broken record, much?

“‘s fine,” she mentally scolds herself for how her voice sounds. shaky, unprepared, even—she’s been behind that door for a hot second and she’s already aching. she can’t deny it, damn it, she needs you. now.

“can’t…?”

“no.”

whether that’s you asking her to stop or confirming her thoughts, god knows. she does, too, apparently, as she hums slightly. there’s a smirk on her face, but she’s just as needy, just as nervous as you. fuck, she needs you so bad.

and at the opportunity, she’s rushing into bed with you, lips crashing against yours. she’s missed this so much. the feeling of your lips against hers—she really could get used to this. like, really get used to it. dare she say, she wants it. she grasps at the covers you used to shield your body, pulling them down so she can see your bare skin. she’s been imagining this for so long.

her teeth nip at your bottom lip, looking up at you to find your half-lidded eyes that widen when she spreads your legs open, settling comfortably between them.

“this okay..?”

“yes.”

what kind of question even was that? you knew damn well she could see how you were practically buzzing at the idea of having sex with her again. is this normal? yeah, no. but it’s happening and you’re definitely not thinking twice about it.

you stop her midway through kissing down your neck, hands softly grasping at her hair, making her gasp. your eyes are flitting down to her lips, but most importantly, the damned tank top. not that it didn’t look good on her.

just that it would look better off.

“vi-“ there’s barely enough time for you to even speak, as you grab at her shoulder straps and pull, leading her to nearly rip the shirt off altogether.

and there she is. between your legs, bare in all her glory. damn, you knew she was muscular, but fuck…

she can practically feel you eye-fucking her. trailing up and down, on her sculpted and. you could swear they used to make greek statues based off of her. oh, and when your eyes catch that little bit of red poking out from the hem of her boxers—

“y’alright?”

“yeah…” you mumbled, dreamily. your hands reach for her so you can run your hands over her body, over the mark of her collarbones, the curve of her breasts, the dips of her abs. fuuuck. you can barely hear how vi gasps, her eyes laser-focused on the way your smaller hands run over her skin. she’s been dreaming of this.

“baby,” she whispers, breath shaky. her own hands find yours, guiding one down to run down her body, fingers briefly making contact with the hairs of her happy trail. that’s enough to drive her insane.

she let’s go of your hand to grab at the hem of her shorts, nearly ripping her goddamn boxers off. it’s the first time you’ve really, really seen vi’s body. her pussy’s fucking throbbing just by the way you look at her. damn.

there’s really no words not to be said. you don’t want to talk. you want her, and that’s it. you grab at her shoulders, making her gasp at the sudden eagerness. your lips crash against hers, she nips at your bottom lip. it’s messy. eager and messy and so fucking hot to both of you. your tongue meets hers, spit mingling and all—

she can’t take it.

she pulls away, making you whine and in turn making her smirk. cute.

(she’s acting like she’s not just as giddy. if not more. if you were to press your palm against her chest, you’d probably be a little concerned she’d have a heart attack. you’re just so pretty).

her hands run down your body, over the length of your thighs, spreading them open carefully. she can see how your eyes narrow a little at the stretch, but fall half lidded again when she ends up resting your legs atop of hers. she’s now sitting comfortably between your legs, your thighs sitting above her muscular ones.

“you want me to help you again, baby?” fuck, if that doesn’t make your face burn. she knows damn well what you want. if she didn’t, you wouldn’t be naked in front of each other like this.

“please…” even you are surprised at how whiny your voice sounds. you’re just frustrated. again.

“i-i can’t—“

“‘s fine.” she leaned forward to press a kiss to the crown of your head, something almost a little too heartwarming for the ‘best friends’ situation you two had. not that you were complaining. her lips were soft. vi was soft. for someone like her, you’d think she’s a little more… well, jagged. but, nope.

she’s soft through and through. principally when it comes to you.

her lips trail down your forehead to your nose, then to her cheeks, one of her hands—namely her right one—following the same pace, except down your body. over your belly, down to your lower navel, down until…

she swallows the moan you let out when her fingers just barely brush over your clit. she can’t help wondering if you’re really that sensitive or she just has the power to do that to you—which would definitely be an ego boost. gods, she hopes that’s what it is. you whine when she starts drawing slow little circles over your hood, your thighs tensing on instinct, breath catching.

“you want me to help you, yeah?” she asked, trailing her fingers further below—not before briefly smacking the nub of your clit with her middle fingers, an almost embarrassingly large gush of pre leaving your already sopping pussy. her mouth’s watering just thinking of it.

“violet,” not the usual vi. you sounded like you were trying to sound demeaning, but it really just came out as whiny. vi raised an eyebrow like you had insulted her.

but she herself was way too needy to give a damn. even if you did. her hand trailed down, fingers parting your lips and eyes laser-focused on your wet cunt. her index briefly prods at your hole, ripping an audible whimper from you which she just loves. but she doesn’t slip her finger in yet—not like she couldn’t. you’re wet enough that it would be like butter.

“wha…?”

“i just,” she looks up at you, free hand rubbing your thigh, “just had a thought.”

before explaining, she grabs one your hand, pulling it down so it hovered right over your pussy the same way it was when she first walked in the room.

“just…” her breath was slightly heavy, as she cupped the back of your hand. she spread her fingers so they matched yours, and you could only watch as she moved your finger to prod at your hole, tip just barely sliding in.

there’s not a lot of resistance. after all, you had already been doing it before she even got to this point. she’s watching your reaction carefully to see if there’s any discomfort, looking like it’s the most attention she’s ever given something. Her eyes are surprisingly wide. not scared. rather, it’s almost puppy eyes—she just needs to see it. needs to see you let go. needs to see you break again. needs to see you whine and scream her name again, like it’s the one word you know.

her hand guided your movements, one finger pushing your knuckle so your finger moved in and out, not a lot of movement, but enough to feel it. you let out a few pleasured sighs and slightly whimpers, but not compared to the whines and screams she managed to rip from you that time. both of them were good, though—she could deal with it. she was patient. unfortunately, you were not.

“i don’t feel it.”

“that’s fine,” she muttered, continuing to hide your movements. she watched your face, your body as it squirmed slightly. not necessarily from any great reaction, but rather because you just needed more. and because she was here. watching. she could watch you masturbate for hours. not that she hasn’t—well, imagine it… she’s overthinking. either way, it’s fine if you don’t feel it. that’s what she’s there for, isn’t it?

“do this.” she takes your hand away from yours for a second to show you how, finger doing the usual come-hither motion. you tilted your head back, a groan escaping from the back of your throat. obviously, you didn't take that all too seriously.

“it doesn’t work,” you’ve tried it already. never really did anything for you. you weren’t lying when you said you only did manage to cum when you played with your clit… well, not until vi, but that’s besides the point.

“trust me,” she mutters, staring at you, her gaze subtly speaking: you should. you know what she can do, don’t you? if there’s anyone you should be trusting, it’s probably her.you pouted and whined a little more, just to show her you didn’t like that whole idea. if you kept doing that, she might just have to wreck you—well, not that she wasn’t going to in the first place; she’s been holding back from jumping your bones since that last time.

a second of silence, and you end up doing as asked. it really makes no difference for you. people tried to make it sound better than it really was. you guess, because it really just didn’t work like that for you. never had that pornographic sensitivity to immediately squirt whenever you tried to reach your g spot, you don’t think you’ve ever even found it yourself.

it does feel a little different, but you’re guessing it’s just because vi is right there. between your legs. watching. you don’t know why she makes you feel like this. every little touch. it’s you’re a sleeper agent and she’s your goddamn activation. one little sexual touch or comment, and you already wanna fuck.

she has to hold back a groan when you do as she says. “yeah. like that,” she murmured, voice low and dangerous, “good girl…”

vi’s not even thinking when she says that. her brain isn’t really working, honestly. she’s way too preoccupied with watching as your face twists, the blood that rushes up your cheeks, flushing it a pretty pink she just wants to kiss so bad. her words had an obvious effect.

she shifts up slightly and you can only watch as her other hand, previously on your thigh, moves up to your lower belly, pressing down with the pads of her fingers right over your bladder.

you immediately stop when she does that. after all, it was just… a weird sensation. that same one from last time, but it still caught you off guard. a curse leaves from between your lips in a hiss, teeth catching your bottom lip briefly.

“‘s fine.” she reassured. “just do it.”

if she kept using that honeyed voice, you’d probably do anything she told you to. her free hand slides down to move another digit of yours inside, “just do as i told you.”

and of fucking course you do. because who the fuck are you to disobey her? it would be embarrassing if you didn’t like it so much, but god knows you do. you move your fingers in that ‘come here’ motion, wincing and whimpering at the feeling as the pads of your fingers press against the top walls of your pussy. you can nearly feel them, pressing up against that spongy spot, vi’s hand pressing down right on top of your bladder just making that all the more real.

“yeah.” she groaned, “like that… good girl. keep going.”

vi sounded like she was trying to encourage you. you made a mess on her once, she’s not gonna freak out if you do it again. i mean, she was expecting that for a while, but of course she always has to make the first goddamn move.

“vi, i—“ vi hushed you just with a sharp little glare that told you don’t test me. if she kept looking at you like that you’re sure you would discombobulate.

and of fucking course you do it. because if she tells you to, you’re more than likely doing it. at least here. you continue moving, her eyes locked in on you. on your body, your reactions. watching your face twist slightly and the little shakes of your thighs.

“vi…”

“fuck.” she groaned, moving to press her face against the crook of her neck. she kissed at the skin, just barely biting down, canines pricking. she herself was getting impatient. her pussy was fucking aching to just feel you and she couldn’t really think straight. the only part that managed to stop her from completely letting go is that she’s focused on your own pleasure.

but when she looks down, looks at your slick covered fingers—that sweet clit she wanted to touch—she couldn’t help it.

she lowered herself, lips latching to the nub. she made a point to ignore your surprised noise, how your hips jerked away. you seemed to relax soon enough. she looked up at you, noticing your fingers had halted.

“continue.” she muttered against the hood of your clit, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin there. you whined but obeyed, fingers moving in that same motion she just showed you. it’s definitely affecting you more when she’s kissing and licking your clit.

vi’s a messy eater. she’s always been messy, but it comes down even to that. she flicks, sucks, nips, laps. likes licking up from your hole to your clit, lapping up whatever comes like a needy dog. she feels like one right now. she’s practically humping the mattress in a desperate need to get some friction while pleasuring you. it always came first in her head.

“vi, fuuuck,” you gasp. she’s still lapping up at your clit, flicking the bean with her tongue in quick movements, better than any fucking vibrator you’ve ever fucking used. you’re sensitive, bit almost hurts a little, but it’s good. hurts so good you don’t want to stop her. you find that your fingers get quicker before you can even think about it, curling up over and over again ‘til you’re soaking.

“fuck.” she pulls away before you can get your high, though. before you can ask, she’s stopping your fingers, pulling your hand away from your heat. you whined, but shut up when she switched your fingers with hers.

“ah-!” a sharp gasp comes from your throat. vi’s fingers were thicker, bigger than yours. you like to think that’s why you can’t make yourself cum, but when she starts moving, you start realizing the problem really is that you just can’t finger correctly.

“shiiiit…” you drawled out, head tilted back and everything. you’re embarrassingly wet. not that vi really cares, anyways; you should know that.

“been waiting… f’so fucking long,” she drawled out, panting, shifting so she’s upright. “so fucking long to play with this pussy.”

“vi…”

your hand reached out to grab her wrist, but it’s worthless, as her thumb manages to poke through to tap at your clit briefly. that alone sends you over the edge in probably the quickest orgasm you’ve ever had. your vision blur and you can swear you see stars.

for vi, all she can see is how you wet her fingers, little liquidy gushes spraying from you the most she curls and rams her fingers into your g-spot, until you’re practically shaking. your whining doesn’t stop until she removes her fingers, pussy clenching around nothing, hips bucking into air. it’s truly a sight for her sore eyes.

but she needs more.

she grabs your thigh, pulling it closer to her until your leg’s basically hooked over her shoulder, holding the back of your knee. you barely have enough time to process till you feel the tickle of crimson hairs, as her wetness swipes right over yours.

“shii!—“ you hiss. it’s a feeling like never before. you’ve felt her fingers, her tongue, the silicone of that strap she dicked you down with a bit ago—but not her own pussy. you didn’t even think to realize it, you’ve never really touched her there before. mostly because vi seemed to prioritize having your pleasure over her own more than anything. (she’s probably converted you by now. god, you don’t want another guy inside you ever again).

“cupcake,” her rough voice rasps, mouth hung open in a way that’s almost too needy for her pride, heavy panting making her chest heave. what else is there to say? she's been fantasizing about this shit for the longest time. finally getting to feel you like this, rubbing her cunt against yours 'til neither of you can fucking think right.

not that she is exactly thinking about anything when she starts humping against you like a bitch in heat. her head hangs, eyes squeezing shut on instinct. she's desperate, feeling the heat building up in her lower stomach quicker than before. no pillow could ever replace the wet warmth of your cunt, the slick that coats her folds, sticky and messy and so fucking good.

"fuck, fuck, fuck—" vi's really hardly hearing you, her own groans being the one thing she can hear. you cum easily. after all, she had just ripped one from you, and here she is again, taking yet another one. all she can really discern is that you're impossibly wetter, essentially just lubing her up and making her own job easier. there's a whimper that tries to escape her throat, desperate, but she forces it out as a groan, head falling and top teeth tugging at her bottom lip.

"fuck, princess..." she growled, hands a vice-grip on your thigh. "please, fuck. yeah, shit, give it to me, give it to me..."

she's like a broken record, chasing her own high, while you tried to keep from screaming, body trembling and jerking with the aftershocks of your second orgasm.

"viii!—" a pitchy whine, ripping from your throat, strained at the angle of your head tilted backwards. "'s too much! gh-- too much!"

"fuck, baby," vi groans, a deep growl that rose from her throat, "shit, i know, i know. you can take it. you can take it, right?" her voice drops even lower, as she spoke through pants. her free hand shoots up to grab your face, making you look at her. powdery blue eyes meet yours, pupils blown wide, face flushed, sweat dripping down her temple. she looked like an angel.

"you can take it, right? fuck, please, baby..." her voice is borderline whiny, getting pitchier the closer she gets to the edge, which is rapidly approaching. how could you say no to a face like that? she half expected you not to answer.

"yeah, vi," you pant, trying to keep your voice as stabe as possible. "keep... g-"

"shit!"

she hissed, her abdomen locking, pussy gushing right over yours, not stopping, only jackhammering her clit against yours 'til you're cumming yet again, a silent scream leaving you, chest heaving. she has to bite the skin of your knee that's hooked over your shoulder so she doesn't cry out. you can tell, though, by the vibrations that run down your skin.

vi collapsed on top of you when she was finally done, her own body trembling. she has half the mind left to kiss up your neck, arms wrapping around your waist.

you both lay in the afterglow for a few minutes, not bothering with words. just the way she holds you is good enough, more than words can speak. she eventually lifts her head, eyes meeting yours, gentle and loving like you've never seen.

"you alright?" vi asks, voice like raspy but still like sweet honey. "i didn't hurt you, right?" yeah, she might've acted like a brainless mutt back there, but she's can recognize she overstimulated you. she liked hearing your cries, sure, but she doesn't want to hurt you.

"no. of course not." you reassure her, hand reaching to cup the back of her head, then her cheek. she found herself leaning into it like a needy cat, nose nuzzling into your palm.

"you sure?" she asked yet again, pulling a genuine chuckle from you.

"yeah. i promise," you rub your thumb down the slope of her cheel, the slight bump of her cheekbone. she's always been sculpted like a greek goddamn statue. beautiful.

“mhm." she grumbled. she hated that you could get her like this. so weak, so... vulnerable. but if it was for you, she'd probably be able to handle it.

"fuck, i-" she starts, without thinking, "i love you..."

before she can panic over her words, nervously meeting your eyes, you replied, "i love you too."

and she can rest easy knowing that you love her, that she didn't fuck it up. that all this was worth something, not just a quick fuck to you. to her, it never was.

you've always been more than her best friend to her. way, way more than that. her love.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 © bootycallin on tumblr. do not copy, translate or cross post without permission. ᛝ

[realcube]

PERFORMANCE ENHANCER (18+)

synopsis : while in paris for the 2024 summer olympics, ushijima is advised that ejaculation releases stress and hence boosts athleticism. so, the night before his match, he asks for your help.

tws/tags : ts! ushiwaka, cursing, vaginal, riding, size kink, creampie, oral (giving), rough sex, slight hair pulling, petnames, praise — minors dni!

note : this is for the summer olympics collab by @tetzoro. tysm for allowing me to join <3 fyi studies differ but it is mostly shown that sex has no significant impact on athleticism. also smut is labelled if you want to cut to it lol — wc: 6k

it was never a question as to whether or not ushijima would qualify for the olympics; you knew for certain he was going to be on that team, so the only query that ever crossed your mind was when should you start packing?

usually that kind of mindset leads to disaster and disappoint, but in this case you were right to make that assumption because next thing you knew, you and ushijima were on a chartered flight straight to france, along with the rest of the japanese volleyball team.

you were excited to explore paris — the city of love — with your husband. although you were well aware that this was far from your honeymoon, and in fact more like a business trip for ushijima. hence, training will occupy most of his schedule, and any downtime he may have, he'll likely spend with his long-distance best friend tendou, who you both haven't seen since your wedding two years ago.

having made peace with this fact, you hung around on the main street, poking around in some luxury stores while ushijima visited the chocolaterie tendou works at. his friend was aware that he qualified for the olypmics and would be coming to paris, but it was still astounding to see ushijima walk through the front door of his shop, in the flesh.

with a massive grin, they hug and catch up with each other, discussing all the new things that have happened in their lives since they last saw other. well, tendou did most of the talking, but ushijima did make a couple of brief contributions about his thriving marriage and volleyball career.

"so," tendou hums with his elbow propped up on the table and his chin resting on his knuckles, "how are you feeling about your match against argentina?" he quirks a brow.

"good."

despite his curt response and dry demeanour, tendou can tell simply by ushijima's subtle mannerisms that there is something weighing on his mind. "oh, c'mon, mr perfect. let's get deep!" he urges, and ushijima knits his brows in thought.

what he's experiencing is so complex and foreign, he can't quite put a finger on it. he needs a couple of moments to find a way to describe it. "stressed. representing japan in an international tournament is a lot of pressure." he's been under pressure before though and prospered, so he doesn't understand why this is any different.

"huh, who would've thought? the almighty super ace of the century is finally feelin' the heat?" tendou exaggerates his syllables and narrows his eyes to look at ushiwaka with an amused expression, but all he gets is blank stare in return, so he continues, "well, you've got no chance of winning if you're nervous, that's for sure."

he says it so nonchalantly, it causes ushijima to falter, "what?" of course, that's not his desired outcome, and tendou seems to know what he is talking about, so wakatoshi asks, "what can i do to win?"

"not lose." tendou titters to himself, but ushijima's piercing stare persists. "you need to release the stress! free yourself of all your worldly doubts. luckily for you, my good friend, i know how you can do that."

"how?" ushijima is quick to respond.

tendou smirks and leans across the table until his face is inches away from ushijima's. "you need to beat it."

"beat what?"

"masturbate!" tendou yells, accompanied with an exasperated sigh, as he falls back into his chair. despite how they were having this conversation in the back of the store, tendou exclaimed that word loud enough to cause some customers browsing in the front to tilt their heads. "when you finish, not only does it it release sperm, but it also lets out all your pent-up fears and worries."

ushijima raises an eyebrow in doubt, which prompts tendou to elaborate, "also, when you orgasm, hormones pump through your body that kill all the stress chemicals. that's why it feels so good!"

seeing that ushijima is still suspicious, tendou throws his arms up in defeat, "fine! don't believe me if you want, but just know this information was told to me by a reliable and knowledgeable source: shirabu."

"shirabu kenjirō?"

when tendou hums in agreement, ushijima takes a moment to reflect. last he heard, shirabu is a medical student, studying to become a doctor, and they don't let just anyone into med school. additionally, biology and health is in shirabu's realm of expertise, so it would make sense for ushijima to take his advice.

with a nod of resounding certainty, ushijima declares proudly, "okay. i will masturbate."

"great. glad i could help." tendou grins, leaning his cheek onto his hand, "but you don't have to do it yourself. that was just an example. you should do whatever will make you finish—..."

tendou's voice trails off as he searches for the right word, "hardest. so in your case, that might not be masturbating. i mean, you've got a real pretty wife."

though he wasn't keen on tendou calling you 'real pretty' in that suggestive tone, ushijima kept that comment inside, and instead said, "i think i know what you meant."

tendou wishes he could just leave the conversation at that and move on, but knowing his thick-skulled friend, he had to confirm, "what do i mean?"

"my wife should masturbate on my behalf."

"no!"

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eventually, ushijima may have understood what tendou was talking about. he was still sceptical about the whole thing but as the game grew closer and closer, he found himself becoming desperate for any solution to cure his volleyball nerves.

so, once the night before his match arrived, he figured there was no harm in trying.

you had just come out of the bathroom with your hair down and dripping, and your salacious body clad only in a short towel that didn't leave very much to the imagination; as your tits were threatening to escape with every movement you made, and the bottom of your perky ass was just peeking out. he watches intently from the bed. it's as though you knew what he had planned.

and perhaps you did, considering how he urged you to get in the shower as soon as the two of you got home from your excursions. due to the fact that he has a very strict sleeping schedule and needs to be in bed by 22 at the latest, which means you guys need to start having sex by 21. he lasts a while.

"(y/n)." the simple act of uttering your name in his husky voice already has you scrambling over to him, kneeling beside him on the covers.

"yes?" you respond with a cute twinkle in your eyes. ever doting and caring: one of the many things he loves about you.

"i am stressed for the game against argentina tomorrow."

you frown, already had the inkling that something was bothering him. "i'm sorry, toshi." you rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into him as you stroke his muscular chest, "it's completely normal to feel that way, especially since you'll be competing against your archenemy: tōru oikawa."

he isn't sure what you mean by that — him and oikawa are on decent terms — but he enjoys your comforting words so he allows you to witter on without interruption.

"i'm also sorry that you felt as though you couldn't tell me this sooner; we could've done something about it. still, if there's anything i can do to help now, just say the word."

"sex." he responds plainly, taking your request literally.

"huh?" you stutter, unsure if you heard him correctly.

naturally, ushijima misinterprets your confusion and takes the opportunity to explain what he was told, "tendou and shirabu said that ejaculation let outs tension, so i would like your help with that. tendou mentioned that i could do it on my own, but i would prefer to do it with you."

your jaw hung open and your eyes darted across your husband's face, unsure of what to address first: his sweet desire to make love to you on such a special night, or his impressive use of the word 'ejaculation'.

clutching the fabric of his shirt, you pressed a long kiss to his lips, tasting his minty breath, before squealing, "yes, of course we can!" you throw one leg around him so you are now straddling his lap. he smiles at your sweet reaction and places a strong hand your waist to hold you in place.

while running your hands reassuringly over his arms and admiring his toned biceps, you pout, "oh but toshi, we can't have you waking up all sore in the morning." you point out, however it's as though a solution to your problem occurs to you instantly as you blurt out, with wide eyes and a cheery smile, "but that's okay! i can just ride you, yeah?" you eagerly tease him by grinding your hips against his already throbbing erection.

using his grip on you, he puts a swift end to your antics, and your whole body is no match for the strength in his right arm alone. "that sounds like a lot of effort." ushijima was aware of how long he can go for, and it left him exhausted most of the time, so he can't imagine how you would feel after doing all the work for such an extended period of time. you were just his precious wife after all, deserving of being spoiled and catered for — in bed or otherwise — so riding wasn't an act he ever expected from you.

"it will be, but it's only for one night and i'd do anything for you." he reassure him while laying against his chest, as his hand stroked your back. with your ear pressed against him, you could hear the faint drumming of his heartbeat.

so selfless too, another thing he loved about you. he smiled when you leaned into his embrace, carefully running his hand up and down your spine, as though you were the most fragile thing he's ever touched and may shatter at any moment.

"thank you, my angel."

oh, this man is horny. typically he only calls you nicknames when he is fucked out. even then, they were mostly limited to 'dear' or 'honey'. not that you minded, hearing him call you by your real name was hot, also the scarcity made the times when he did call you petnames all the more sweet.

so to hear him call you 'angel' before you've even started is very telling as to how badly he needs you. more than he lets on, that's for sure. such a stoic man; even after years of being together, you still find it difficult to read him sometimes, but the way he hardens underneath you is unmistakable.

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wearing nothing underneath the robe, you grind down against his clothed cock and he almost winces at the warmth of your bare pussy. so sensitive that he can feel every curve and dip of your needy cunt, and he revels at how your folds kiss his firm length.

in order to supress his bubbling moans, he hurriedly locks lips with you, fixing his hand onto your back so he can pull you closer. the passion from your lips against his is addicting and the heat of your body against his just feels so right. he wants nothing more than for you to melt into him so you can become one.

though he doesn't like how he can't feel your pretty tits pressed against him, only the fluffy fabric of your robe. his hands find their way to your shoulders, where he roughly tugs off your robe in one swift motion, casting it to the side.

the fiery kiss only ends when you gasp at the sudden chilliness that washes over you. the cold is combatted by ushijima's strong embrace as he holds your delicate figure against his own. it's nice to be his strong arms, it makes you feel so secure and you fit into him perfectly.

meanwhile, ushijima is focused on the lewd sensation of your tits squished against him. being able to feel your hard nipples poke him through the thin fabric of his shirt made it difficult to resist flipping you over and fucking you from behind, with one hand messily tangled in your hair while it hits it raw. like he usually does.

his kisses trail from your cheeks, across your jaw and down your neck. naturally, at that point you pull away from his embrace so he can continue lower, until he had your bud locked between his teeth. sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his hand worked at fondling your other tit, slowly falling so he was caressing your waist.

now that you've retracted, you take this opportunity to tug at the elastic of his shorts, pulling at it just enough for his aching erection to spring free. you've experienced ushijima's size before, but it's still baffling every time you see it. how a nice girl like you could take a monster like him.

drool pricked at the corner of your lips at the sight of girth, admiring the beast in your hands. ushijima stopped sucking on your tits when he realised you had let out his cock, and he couldn't help but smirk as he watched you idly toy with it while staring intently.

his poor angel. he knew how nervous you could get sometimes before taking him and he wasn't one to rush you, so he sat in comfortable silence, admiring your gorgeous figure and stroking your hip with his thumb. though the more he looked at you, the more he longed to dive right back into your tits and have another taste. or push you onto your back and explore between your thighs with his mouth.

though his raging fantasies were interrupted as you finally take his cock. not into your pussy, but rather, your mouth. that wasn't what ushijima was expecting, but he'd never complain. not when it comes to your head. how the warmth of your mouth consumed him, and your tongue licked seductively down his shaft. of course, you were never able to take his whole length but that's not your fault; most amateurs couldn't. and he preferred it like this, actually. he liked seeing you with your cheeks puffed out — his coarse fingers brushing your stray hair away from your face so he could witness every lewd detail — and watching you struggle to deepthroat him, coughing and spluttering whenever you'd try. just a reminder of how diligent you are when it comes to pleasuring him.

a layer of your spit shines on his cock, coating him so nicely, as you continue to suck him off. your movements are slow but thorough, gripping him with his lips as tightly as you can when you drag upwards, and ensuring your tongue rubs properly against the underside of his shaft. you were doing so well, as a reward you received the occasional hushed grunt from your husband.

usually this gentle approach would be the correct one, as ushijima prefers a moderate pace to begin with, that gradually builds up into a frantic, hasty one. however, today there was just something so tempting about you that he couldn't resist. maybe it was the obscene way your plump lips wrapped around his girth. or maybe it was how your glossy eyes looked to him for approval after every frivolous attempt to deepthroat. at which, he'd always flash you a brief yet kind smile, sometimes even mutter something along the lines of 'you're so cute' or 'good job, baby.'

regardless, there was an allure about you that he couldn't quite explain, but it is what triggered him to abruptly grab you by the hair and yank you off his cock and into a rough kiss. he just couldn't get enough of those gorgeous lips, and he utilised his grip on the back of your head to pull you in as close as physically possible. he wanted to feel every inch of your nude body against him.

after your initial shock to his actions, you soon melt into the kiss and move your lips rhythmically against his, allowing his tongue to slip past your defences and into your mouth. and while all your senses were saturated by the intoxicating kiss, you almost didn't notice when ushijima's other hand — that was previously groping your ass — sneaked down between your wet folds and teased the entrance of your pussy.

you moaned into the kiss at the stimulation of your needy hole, but despite your longing, you knew it wasn't right. you exit the kiss only partly, and say, virtually still upon his lips, "toshi.. don't. you need to save the energy in your arms."

"i always have energy for you." he counters, as his finger threatens to penetrate you.

"let's not risk it." you smile, pushing yourself back so you are sat upright on his lap with each leg on either side of him. aligning his cock with your hole, you notice he's still slightly damp with your spit, but not enough to make for sufficient lubricant, so you run his dick between your lips, allowing him to soak up your wetness.

he grunted at how your wet folds stroked his length, as his hand wandered up from your shoulder to your face so he could cup your cheek. "can you handle it, (y/n)? it's okay if you can't." of course he's been in you before but in the past, extensive prep is required before you can even fathom the idea of taking him. and on this occasion, you've not undergone any preparation at all. "i don't want to hurt you."

he doesn't mean to sound patronising; that's just how he expresses concern. well, maybe he does mean it a little, but that is only because the bedroom is the place where he gets to be the smart one, considering how quickly you get fucked dumb by his massive dick, unable to speak right or think straight.

"i can and i will, toshi! i was made to fit you." you whine, and you were quick to try and prove it by letting yourself relax onto his cock. however, you reacted by jolting, as the tip alone had your walls stretching and sore. you bit your bottom lip to try cope with discomfort, as your legs trembled at the strain.

"made to fit me?" he smirked, amused by your proclamation and how it was immediately followed by proof of his doubts. the way your body writhed said more than enough. "it's too much for you, sweetheart."

using the back of your hand to cover your tense expression, you shook your head, "no.. it's not." you squeak and mewl as you lower yourself on his cock, the wetness caused by the congestive sensation being just enough to make the descent bearable.

"mmph— too big, toshi." you moaned, and hearing his name fall from your lips in such a dirty manner send all his blood rushing straight to his cock. a part of him wanted to grasp your shoulders and push you all the way down to his base. but the other part knew that he'd destroy your insides if he did that. he'll have to learn to be patient; the burden of having a wife with such a tight little cunt.

your sopping pussy clamping down on him caused a lustful haze to cloud his mind, so he was barely able to choke out, "hurts?"

you nod meekly.

a shaky sigh huffs out of his nose, as he tries to deal with your gummy walls swallow the head of his cock. his eyes were fixated on where you two connect, your hips were quivering yet you had barely covered half of him. slick from your moist cunt seeped down the rest of his shaft that you had yet to take. "you don't have to." he reassured you, a big hand grazing over the silky skin of your stomach, then resting to the side of your tit while he idly thumbed your sensitive nipples.

"but i wanna." you whine, sinking down on his cock ever so slightly, but even taking a couple additional inches caused an intense abdominal pain, resulting in quiet sobs hiccupping from you. it burned and stained your body in such a delicious way. your hungry pussy gnawing at his cock was addicting, and even when it poked you in the most personal and irregular places you still couldn't get enough. in fact, it made you want to fit his whole length even more, because seeing stars is always the goal with wakatoshi.

ushijima swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat while he was admiring your pretty pussy graciously accepting more of his cock. "my beautiful girl.." he cooed at you, paying close attention to the way your face twisted in pain as you sunk further down, fighting to reach the base, although you were getting closer.

more lubricant would've been useful, perhaps it would've got you started quicker like it usually does but a small part of him enjoyed you watching you struggle a bit; it's a display of how devoted you are. "do it." he grunted.

motivated by his firm command, you keep pushing down on his cock, no matter how tough it may be. your eyes are squeezed shut and your husband's strong hand cradles your ass just as you finally made it down to his base. your breathing is already heavy so you pause for catch your breath and marinate in the sensation of his cock brushing your cervix and visibly protruding from your lower stomach.

during this time, ushijima's clutch slipping from your ass, over your folds until he was rigorously palming your throbbing clit. you recoil a bit from his arousing touch, and grumble, "arms.." referring to preserving strength for tomorrow's match.

begrudgingly, he took his hand away. a whole night of sex without putting effort into pleasuring you didn't feel right to ushijima. the way he showed affection and that he cares about you is by rubbing that puffy clit, or letting you lie down while he stood at the end of the bed and ramming into you from behind, not stopping until he had you creaming all over his fat cock. so refraining from pleasing you didn't come naturally to him.

but he must not realise the effect his dick alone has you, especially without much lube — the friction of him dragging against your clammy insides was enough to have you teetering on your first orgasm already.

once you were ready, you braced yourself by placing your hands on his chest and used your knees and arms to supports you while you slid up his length. your insides freeing from his congestion was a relief yet simultaneously so empty, it's as though you craved it as soon as each inch withdrew from you.

"gah!— toshi, feels.." your words get lost in a chorus of your own staggered moans, "s' good."

wakatoshi normally wasn't very vocal in bed at all, so it was very telling that the combination of your tight pussy and unintentional dirty-talk already had him grunting and moaning shallowly under his breath.

as he watched you lift yourself up, he pet your leg soothingly, "that's right, princess— hnn—" he caught himself and clenched his jaw before an unwelcome noise left him, "keep going."

soon you were able to build momentum and start riding him properly. it took a moment to develop a suitable rhythm and to stop your yourself from wincing every time you sunk down on him, but once your hole built more slicker and wetter, it became easier.

it's not long before you're able to glide up and down his shaft with relative ease, whimpers bubbling in your throat from the luxurious satisfaction. at first you went steady, purposefully to savour each and every delicious inch of your well endowed husband.

going at your own rate and slowly bobbing on his cock was practical for you — enough stimulation to have your knees weak already. but your unrushed method wasn't doing it for him. not to say he wasn't entirely entranced by the way your pussy devours him and rubs against his raw flesh, but he need more of you in order to cum. he wants you to be bouncing on his dick until he's completely fucked your brains out and you've milked him dry.

"(y/n)." he states, while you were leaned forward, with your arms holding yourself upright on his chest while your hips got to work in rocking against him. your head hung low because you were concentrated on riding him, and your hair partially fell into your face.

but upon hearing his stern voice, you garner enough strength to lift your head to meet his molten brown eyes. he smiles at the lewd expression painted on your face; it served as a nice reminder that even a dribble of his cock was enough to drive you mad with bliss. he could tell by your watery eyes and your flickering grin that you fucking loved it.

"(y/n)." he repeats your name, though it's more breathy this time and he glances at the place where the two of you connect when he says it then, before he looks back at you expectantly. and of course, you know exactly what to you do.

you let out a deep sigh, drop your head and hope for the best — using your knees and hips to push yourself upwards so you can drop back down onto him at a heightened pace. every time his dick pierced into you, there was a meaty stretch of your walls — a salacious ache that you never could comprehend because as soon as you experienced it, you'd immediately shoot off his cock, then sink back down onto it, over and over again.

you didn't understand what you were feeling down there but you knew for certain was good. your back arched into the filthy euphoria and moans were spilling from you like a flood. "ngh— fuck! stop.." you whine, despite how you were responsible for the sharp jolts of electricity shooting through you; and you were the one hungrily bouncing on his cock like a desperate slut. impaling yourself with his length until your legs were shuddering beneath you.

when it got so fast, the riding became sloppy, you'd hardly touch the base before you'd pull yourself up. likewise, you'd rarely reach the tip before sinking down again. but you were just too eager to pay attention to these small details. alas your movements are no longer deliberate and every buck of your hips is senseless and fuelled by pure lust and hedonism.

it got harder when you could feel your orgasm impending. the pulsing in your abdomen wracking through your entire body, tingling and making it difficult for you to keep bobbing on his cock when your stomach was on the verge of exploding and your legs were ready to give out under you.

but ushijima's intense glare on your exposed, shaking figure brought you motivation to persevere. as well as his protective hands that stroked your trembling thighs, while gazing at you with adoration and desire. he wasn't a man of many words but the way he looked at you spoke a thousand.

and these sappy eyes only faltered when your walls clenching around his dick eventually led to him being knocked over the edge and spilling his first orgasm all into your homey cunt. a raspy groan was torn out of him and his eyes flutter close while his seed pump through your insides; the thick warmth spreading through your core caused your eyes to twist shut, and force of his load pushed you off his cock.

he had made a vulgar mess of his precious girl, your little hole was dripping with cum. to be stuffed with your husband's fluid love was so filling yet comforting — and you were truly stuffed, the volume of his load replacing the mass of his cock. "thank you, babe.." you pant, head still spinning from your frantic bouncing.

"thank you." he corrected, eyes trained on you still sitting atop his flaccid cock, but it hardened with every passing second, at the sight of your pert nipples teasing him as your chest rose and fell, or your pretty lips he longed to kiss passionately. "two rounds is hard-work, dear. i'm impressed."

perhaps you were just to fucked out to count. still, you gulp to clear your dry throat and splutter, "two?"

"yes." ushijima confirmed. though strand of his hair still clung to his shining cheeks and forehead, he seemed to have overcome the post-orgasmic exhaustion already. "so there's one more left."

you groan. you should've expected this considering usually ushijima can go for upwards of four rounds, but it's different when you are doing all the work. "but 'm tired!"

"two ejaculations are recommended to get rid of all the stress." he explains, but from how you wearily hang your head and you're quick breaths, he could tell you weren't listening.

"one more, (y/n)."

"but toshi!.." you whine in retaliation.

"yes, my angel?"

you narrow your eyes at him and although he wears that big, dumb look on his face you tell he knows what he is doing. he is aware of the effect those cute nicknames have on you, especially in his deep, husky voice. how can you refuse? plus a small part of you wants to keep going anyway, and not stop until you forget your own name,

you huff out your nose and lift your hips over his tip once more — which has already fully stiffened — then abruptly drop them, taking his big length in one swift gulp. one that caused you to recoil and squeal, and even wakatoshi to gasp slightly at being enveloped by your tight insides again so fast.

it's easier to fit him this time because your hole is already drenched with his cum and your own, but his dick was still as big as it was a minute ago, and it still strained your walls— having to contort beyond their means to accommodate his girth. " toshi, shhuh.. shit— too big!" you whimper.

"not for my girl." he grunts, a firm grip on the fat of your thigh while you frantically ride him, "make it fit."

"mph, mkay.." your knuckles white as you hold onto his shirt for dear life, mustering every ounce of energy you have to keep thrusting yourself up and down on your husband's mighty cock, but every part of you gave away your exhaustion: beads of sweat budding on your forehead, shaking muscles and rapid breaths.

ushijima could tell you were struggling and that only egged him even closer orgasm. though he was kind enough to offer you some grunts of reassurance between moans. "my perfect girl, go on.."

there were moments when then the bursts of pleasure were drowned out by the futility of repeatedly bouncing on his stubborn erection but you persisted, even when your legs had virtually gone numb and your sore pussy was still being rammed into.

"can't.." you whimper, your knees now beginning to wobble with each bounce, making your position unstable until wakatoshi steadied you by the ass.

"so tight, princess. i need you to." he grits, grabbing your ass to aid you in your staggered movements, guiding you up and down on his soiled length but even then, your aching legs prevented you from riding with any real vigour, "i'm close."

despite his encouragement, you couldn't find the strength to continue and your hips gradually decreased in ferocity until you lay dejected against his chest, feebly bucking your hips while his cock stirred inside your sticky walls.

you mutters all sorts of slurred gibberish that resembled 'sorry', with your face pressed against his chest as he rubbed comforting circles on your back.

"don't be sorry." he says, hands fixing themselves to your hips, "you're still going to help me, angel."

with his tight grip on your hips, he lifts you as though you're weightless and pushes you back down his length, all the way to base which makes you shiver as his tip intrudes your cervix. initially shocked, you gape at the determines look on your husband's face as he uses your weak body as his own little fucktoy, slamming you down on his cock over and over. but it doesn't take long for you to melt into the atmosphere and get turned on by the way he manhandles you, treating you like his personal property.

the power his strong hands hold over you is indescribable. his dick ploughs into your sopping hole at an ungodly pace — so fast and rough your tits shook and it left your limb neck nodding along with each bounce. yet all you could focus on his cock stretching out your insides, hitting all the right spots on your sensitive walls.

your hair thrashed about too, with every violent snap of ushijima's arms, and it wasn't long before the heat pooling at your core came gushing out. "tosh— hhn— 'm comi—" the words couldn't even form on your tongue completely before they were crushed and swept away in a flood of melodious moans and sobs.

as you climaxed, your back arched into him and your coated walls began to convulse around his brimming cock, which served as the catalyst to him shooting his second load into your already filthy pussy.

your tight cunt wrung him dry for every last drop, and even through his high, he held you through yours, as you twitched and screamed with pleasure in his arms from the most overwhelming and satisfying orgasm of your life. he kept you close, wrestling against his own muffled moans — they were hard to suppress when your hole clamped down on him like it never wanted to let go.

soon, the intensity had faded, and you were left lying on his chest, enjoying each other's embrace and listening to each other's heartbeat while he was buried inside you. once you both found your bearings, he looked to you for approval before easing you off his cock.

you hissed at first; the feeling of emptiness had become so oddly foreign to you. and it stung a little but it was so unbelievably worth it.

"thank you, (y/n)." wakatoshi mutters against your forehead, tickling you a bit, "i'm proud of you, and grateful to have you as my wife."

"i'm grateful for you too, wakatoshi." you muse, mind still a bit hazy, "proud of me for what?"

"for lasting so long. that must have been a lot of effort."

you scoff, idly tracing hearts on his chest with your finger, "yeah, right. i didn't even make it through the whole thing, you literally had to carry me at the end."

"that's because you're not used to it." he explains kindly, as he shifts his hand to take yours, stroking the back of it with his thumb, "but it's okay. you will receive plenty of training when we go home."

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BONUS

tw// oral (receiving)

the whole arena erupted into cheers when japan scored the final point against argentina and won the match! the audience were screaming and the players were all doing celebrations of their own — the atmosphere was simply electric and joyus.

from the stands, you looked at your boyfriend who was standing on the court, staring back at you with a cute little smile on his face. or at least, that's what it looked like from where you were sitting, so you blew him a kiss.

you later realised that it was probably a devious smirk, as that was the moment when the ejacultion hypothesis was confirmed, and he was probably thinking about the new pre-game ritual that had been established.

it's useful though. think of it like this: whenever he has a match, you also get some training!

but of course, you would only agree to take part in this 'pre-game ritual' if certain criteria were met. meaning that after every game, ushijima has to dick you down good and bury his head between your legs, eating you out for minimum ten minutes (twenty if he wins).

[minswriting]

MEDICINE - SPENCER REID X READER

About: The team goes out for drinks after a successful case and Spencer already knows that he’s going to end up taking you home.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, public handjob, public fingering (f), finger sucking, post!prison spencer, smallest mention of hand kink, brief bisexual spencer mention, reader gets fingered in the back of a taxi, spencer gets a handjob in the bar, oral (f), drunk sex, briefest mention of throwing up (doesn’t even happen, just a passing comment), rough sex, guys this is really just dirty porn. if i missed any warnings, just lmk!

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: Hey guys! This fic is based off of Medicine by Harry Styles. The lyrics are out of order because they’re meant to go with the story lol. Please comment and reblog with your thoughts! Borders are by cafekitsune here on tumblr!

I'm here to take my medicine, take my medicine

Treat you like a gentleman

Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline

I think I'm gonna stick with it

It was a warm spring night as the team had just returned from a very successful case in Kansas City, Missouri. A case that had involved children being kidnapped had ended with all of the kids being alive and well, returned to their parents unharmed. Seeing the happy faces on the families’ faces was heartwarming and gave the team a sense of fulfillment with their positions, a consensus that not everything is always so traumatic.

When they had landed back in Quantico, the drive back to the Bureau was filled with chatter and laughter as everyone relished in their triumph. You and Spencer were sitting next to one another, thighs grazing as you both paid attention to what Luke and Tara were talking about.

“We should celebrate with a couple of drinks,” Tara exclaimed loudly enough for the rest of the team to hear.

“Oh, that sounds like so much fun,” JJ practically groaned in excitement, leaning her head back. “I haven’t had a night out in ages and the boys are at my mother’s for the weekend while Will is down in New Orleans.”

“We most certainly have to invite Penelope as soon as we arrive at the Bureau,” Emily said from the passenger seat, grinning through the rearview mirror. “What about you two in the back?” Emily asked, looking at you and Spencer.

Spencer gave you a subtle glance with a quirked eyebrow. An unspoken question as to whether you were going to go out or not. If you did, Spencer already knew that he would because you were very persuasive.

You were unsure of how this whole thing started. One day, after Spencer had gotten back from prison, the two of you were alone in the bullpen, and then the next moment you were in the elevator as Spencer fingered you so fast that you had cum in what felt like a record amount of time. That night ended with you in Spencer’s bed as he pounded you into oblivion.

Perhaps it had been a long time in the making. The glances you two shared, the way Spencer always looked at you as though you were an art piece that was to be admired, the way Spencer’s intelligence never failed to make you clench your thighs. Flirtatious comments passed as just comments about the cases.

“I’m down,” You said, smiling at Emily.

And that’s how Spencer knew he was spending his night with you.

If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive

You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it

The bar atmosphere was loud and chaotic with crappy pop music playing over the speakers and drunk people watching the latest baseball game on the television. It wreaked of alcohol, as bars usually do, and sweat with the random people that were dancing to the shitty music drunkenly. Penelope had pulled Luke to the dance floor, dancing stupidly to “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga with JJ following behind. Rossi was playing pool with Matt while Tara and Emily played Darts. Which left you all alone with Spencer in a booth that was in a quiet corner of the bar.

You were sipping some fruity cocktail that Penelope had made you order, exclaiming that it would taste delicious. She was right, of course, but you weren’t going to allow her the satisfaction of knowing that. Spencer had a beer in front of him though it was untouched. He didn’t like to drink much.

“I’m surprised you came out with us,” You said, putting your glass down as you glanced at Spencer. There was an unspoken tension between the two of you. One that told you that you were certainly going home with him tonight. You always do.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders, finally picking up the beer. He slowly brought the glass up to his lips, taking a small sip before grimacing. “Oh, that tastes so bad,” he cringed, putting the glass back down. He licked his lips, still grimacing.

“Now why did you order a beer when you literally hate them?” You asked, laughing as you took another sip of your drink.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Because Luke told me this brand tastes good and I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt,” He sighed, pushing the glass away.

“Luke also doesn’t have taste when it comes to alcoholic beverages so I’m not entirely sure why you trusted him this time,” You giggled. You held your glass out for Spencer to try. “Here, try this. It tastes much better.”

Spencer looked at the glass in your hands as you held it up to Spencer’s face. He hesitated momentarily before putting his lips on your straw and taking a tentative sip of the cocktail. “That is pretty good,” he said after swallowing, nodding. “Did you know that the Daiquiri is one of the first iconic fruity cocktails as we know them today? It was invented around 1898. But it could be theorized that there were earlier versions of these cocktails.” Spencer rambled, using his hands as he spoke.

You couldn’t help the smile on your lips as you watched Spencer with interest. The way his voice sounded and how his face, which had become hardened from the trauma of prison, relaxed and looked more like himself again, and how excited he got talking about these facts, it never failed to make you swell with both lust and admiration for the genius.

As Spencer went on about alcohol, you ordered him the same drink as yourself. And the two of you enjoyed a nice conversation while drinking. It was always so easy with him, talking about anything and everything under the sun.

You both were on your third drink when you began feeling more flirty. While you guys were away on the case, you and Spencer hadn’t had any time to spend together in your hotel rooms. So of course, you were craving him. You were always craving Spencer.

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted

And when I sleep, I’m gonna dream of how you tasted

You put your hand on Spencer’s thigh as he rambled to you about the different types of alcohol and where they derived from. It was an action that Spencer certainly didn’t miss but he didn’t question it either as he continued his sentence. Your hand stayed there for a few moments before slowly moving upward, inching towards his cock. And when you began palming him through his trousers, Spencer stopped speaking entirely, looking at you. “What are you doing?” He hissed out, unable to help the way his cock was immediately hardening under your light touch.

“Relax,” you murmured before looking around, ensuring no one was near you guys. And luckily, no one was. You moved your hand to Spencer’s zipper, unzipping it enough to slip your hand to palm him through his briefs. “No one is paying attention to us,” you said while smirking at Spencer.

Spencer sighed, looking around before looking at you. He should’ve known you were going to pull something like this with the way you’ve been looking at him all night. And in his tipsy and horny mind, he just sits back in the booth, allowing you to work your magic.

You slid your hand under his briefs, grabbing Spencer’s cock. You were careful not to pull it out, wanting to ensure that you could quickly pull away just in case. You began stroking him slowly.

Spencer tried his best to keep his face neutral and to not let any noises escape, not wanting to draw attention to the two of you. But it was hard when your hand always felt so much better wrapped around his cock than his own. He glanced around at the busy bar, grateful that everyone was so caught up in their own thing to notice he had your hand in his pants. “This is so risky,” he said shakily, swallowing as he looked at you.

You hummed in acknowledgment, nodding your head. You were close to him but to the people around it would look as though you were just flirting with one another. Underneath the table, however, was a completely different story. “And yet, you love it,” You giggled, moving your pace a bit faster as your thumb swiped Spencer’s tip.

Spencer gasped as he tried not to buck his hips into your hand. He bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment before he opened them again. “You’re such a menace,” He rasped out, trying to appear as though he had his composure.

“I know,” You beamed, still moving your hand underneath the table. You leaned in to whisper into Spencer’s ear. “Just imagine what you can do to me tonight,” You whispered. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to my body.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, looking at you with a heated expression. It didn’t take long until he felt himself getting close, the way your hand was moving and your thumb swiping the tip, the thrill of the fact that this was happening in public, and the alcohol messing with his breath certainly added to the feeling. And you could tell Spencer was close with the way his cock stiffened in your hand.

“Atta boy,” You whispered into his ear. “You like this so much,” You cooed, keeping up the appearance that this was nothing more than a flirtatious interaction.

And that was all it took before Spencer was biting his lip so hard that he swore he drew blood as he came in his briefs, coating your hand and the fabric with his cum. You stroked him through his orgasm before removing your hand. You grabbed a napkin off of the table and wiped your hand, pulling away from Spencer in the process.

“Well that was certainly fun,” You exclaimed before taking another sip of your drink.

Spencer looked at you with a dazed expression for a few seconds before clearing his throat and taking a deep breath. “I suppose,” He said hoarsely before reaching for his own drink and sipping it.

The last time Spencer had gotten a handjob in public was when he met up with Ethan after school one day and they gave each other handjobs behind the bleachers at the football field. It was like his only sexual experience for the longest time.

Tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes

Tingle running through my bones

The boys and the girls are in

I mess around with them

And I'm okay with it

You and Spencer had two more drinks before he whispered into your ear. “Let’s get out of here,” his breath hot against the shell of your ear. You were both thoroughly buzzed, making the situation even hotter.

You nodded your head, giggling at Spencer as your cheeks were warm from the heat of the alcohol. He was the same way, a smirk lying on his lips as he looked at you with reddened cheeks. He had taken off his sweater, holding it in his arms. Without bothering to say goodnight to the rest of the team, you and Spencer left the bar, stumbling as you guys were laughing and hanging onto one another. Nothing was particularly funny but you were both intoxicated which was a rarity for the two of you and of course, you were going to relish it.

You and Spencer managed to call down a cab, getting into the back of it as Spencer told the driver the address. The two of you were sitting next to one another in the back of the cab pretty close, whispering and giggling. Spencer draped the sweater over your lap, a seemingly innocent gesture if it weren’t for what he whispered into your ear. “You know, two can play at this game,” He whispered.

“What game?” You whispered back, glancing at the taxi driver, who was paying no mind to you, before looking back at Spencer.

He simply raised his eyebrows at you, that familiar smirk on his lips that he’s held for the past hour or so. “You think you can just do what you did to me in the bar without any repercussions, sweetheart?” He asked as he put his hand underneath the sweater on your lap, his fingers moved underneath your skirt to rest on your thigh.

Your eyes widened with realization as his hands touched your skin. You couldn’t deny your arousal at the idea, knowing that when you mess with Spencer, he will mess with you back. The only thing separating you and the taxi driver was a partition between the seats that was opened just a crack. “H-here?” You stuttered quietly, suddenly losing the confidence that you had earlier in the night.

Spencer nodded his head, looking at you with a teasing but also heated expression. His fingers inched up your thigh, causing you to instinctively open your legs as you looked at Spencer. Your lips were parted and your cheeks flushed from the heat. You knew you guys shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t have even given Spencer a handjob in the middle of a bar. Perhaps it was the alcohol, the buzz making your brain fuzzy. Or perhaps it was just because of Spencer. You two always drove one another crazy.

Who cared about logic and reason when the sex was always so intense and amazing?

The two of you were quiet, not wanting to alert the taxi driver as Spencer kept your legs covered with his sweater. He moved his fingers to your pussy, feeling how wet you were through your underwear, making you bite your lip. He simply leaned in to kiss your cheek, whispering in your ear. “You’re practically soaking,” He whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

You nodded your head, not trusting yourself to whisper back. Spencer kept himself close to you, inching his fingers to move the fabric of your panties to the side. He used his pointer finger to touch your slit, spreading around the wetness. The feeling caused you to audibly gasp, making your eyes widen.

The taxi driver heard the gasp and looked at the two of you through the rearview mirror. “Is everything alright?” He asked, voice gruff.

Spencer spoke for the two of you, coming up with a lie that could satisfy the driver. “She had too much to drink so she’s feeling a bit queasy,” He said smoothly.

“Please don’t throw up in my cab,” The driver responded before looking back at the road.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t,” Spencer reassured before looking back at you. His finger dipped between your folds and into your hole with much ease, causing you to bite your lip even harder. You tried not to make any other noises, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. Spencer watched the way you reacted, the way your body tensed at his touch. He slowly moved his finger in and out of you, trying not to go too fast as he didn’t want the sound of your slick to alert the taxi driver.

You were trying your hardest not to make any noise. It was always hard though. Spencer’s fingers were so long and always knew how to hit the right places even if he wasn’t trying. He knew how to finger you into a whining mess and with your intoxicated brain, it was even harder to control yourself.

Spencer added a second finger, keeping that slow but pleasurable rhythm. You were indeed soaking as Spencer had mentioned earlier. Your breathing was shaky as you reached out and grabbed Spencer’s wrist to hold onto something. You moved yourself a bit to rest your head on Spencer’s shoulder. The sudden curl of Spencer’s fingers, hitting your g-spot dead on, made you let out the tiniest of whimpers, muffled by his shirt, luckily enough.

And just as you felt that heat building inside of you, the taxi came to a stop right outside Spencer’s building, causing Spencer to pull away from you. “Thank you,” he said to the driver, grabbing a twenty-dollar bill out of his pocket with his clean hand and handing it to the man before you both exited the car.

And as the taxi driver scurried off, Spencer looked around and then at you, that same smirk from earlier on his lips. “I didn’t get to see you fall apart, how sad,” he said with a mock pout on his lips. He brought the fingers still coated with your juices to your lips, an unspoken demand for you to suck.

You, being the wonderful person you were, obeyed without any hesitation, wrapping your lips around the digits and lapping your tongue as you tasted yourself. You looked at Spencer with doe eyes, appearing to be all innocent when you were anything but.

I’m here to take my medicine, take my medicine

Rest it on my fingertips

And up to your mouth, I’m feelin it out

I’m feelin it now

You felt like a whore, standing in the middle of the street with Spencer’s fingers in your mouth. Part of you was grateful that it was an ungodly hour and most normal people were asleep, meaning no one was in the street. Spencer watched as you sucked on his fingers. You were truly a sight to behold.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek softly. To say he was addicted to you would be an understatement. Since that first day, the two of you slept together, he was hooked. Hell, he was hooked even before then. The countless nights he spent jerking himself off as he thought about fucking you would be embarrassing if you were to ever find out.

And now that Spencer has had you? He’s never letting go.

The two of you stumbled into the apartment building, holding onto one another. On the elevator, after pressing the buttons, Spencer began attacking your lips with his, kissing you so messily and hungrily, with both hands on your cheeks. It was the first kiss of the night, one that held all the pent-up emotions the two of you had been feeling. You kissed Spencer with the same veracity, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. Spencer gently nipped at your bottom lip, causing you to part them as he used his tongue to explore your mouth.

The two of you moved in sync, making out with one another. You could taste the alcohol that coated Spencer’s mouth just as he could taste it on you as well, the tastes blending. Spencer’s hands left your cheeks, moving down to your hips to pull you closer to him. You could feel his bulge pressing into you, causing you to clench your thighs. You two were lost in one another, dizzy from the alcohol and the endorphins being released.

If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive

You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it

We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh

La-la-da-da, da

We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh

La-la-da-da, da

The elevator dinging brought you both back to reality as Spencer pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. The look in his eyes showed need and want, your expression mirroring his as you looked back at him. Smiles crept onto your faces as you looked at one another. And when the elevator doors opened, Spencer simply grabbed your hand, the two of you stumbling and giggling as you made your way to his apartment down the hall.

Upon reaching his apartment door, Spence let go of your hand to grab his keys from his pocket, fumbling around with them until he grabbed the right one and put it into the keyhole. He opened the door, allowing you to step in first and Spencer followed suit. He closed the door behind himself, placing his keys in the bowl next to his door.

You placed your bag down along with the sweater of Spencer’s that you were still holding before turning towards him. And without giving him any chance to make the first move, you kissed him roughly, wanting to just consume him and be consumed by him. Spencer laughed against your lips, slightly taken aback by your actions but it certainly wasn’t unwelcomed. He kissed you just as roughly, his hands going to your hips once more.

Spencer took control of the kiss, his lips dominating yours as he gained control. As the two of you moved in sync, Spencer began gently pushing you around the apartment. However, he underestimated his coordination when he accidentally made you bump into his bookshelf, causing a few books to fall and for you to pull away. “Whoops,” you shrugged before kissing Spencer again.

The walk to the bedroom was an adventurous one, to say the least. The two of you had bumped into the table, the couch, and a vase fell onto the floor that Spencer will have to worry about in his hungover state in the morning. And when you eventually got into the bedroom, well, Spencer was more a bit grateful as he knew nothing would be in the way from the door to the bed.

As soon as you entered the bedroom, Spencer moved his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling away from the kiss to take it off of you, throwing the material somewhere in the room. Underneath your shirt, you were wearing a sage green lace bra that Spencer adored on you so much. “You’re so beautiful,” Spencer spoke huskily, licking his lips. “You know how much I adore this on you.”

“I figured I’d likely end up at yours tonight somehow,” You smiled smugly at Spencer’s reaction.

Spencer hummed in acknowledgment before reaching to the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoning them. He tosses the shirt somewhere around the room before moving his attention back to you. He leaned in to kiss your jawline, making his way down your neck as his fingers messed with the zipper of your skirt. He fumbled with the zipper for a moment as he licked your pulse point, nipping at it slightly, and causing you to gasp. He undid the zipper, allowing the skirt to fall to the floor.

You tilted your head to the side, giving Spencer more access to your neck as he kissed, nipped, and sucked, leaving marks along your skin. Your breathing was uneven with how turned on you were. You reached down to Spencer’s pants, palming his cock through the material and causing him to groan against your skin. He pulled away from your neck, grabbing your hand. “None of that,” he gently reprimanded. “Go sit on the bed for me.”

You frowned for just a moment but obliged, moving to sit on the edge of the mattress. Spencer followed you, immediately dropping to his knees in front of you and that’s how you knew you were in for an exquisite treat. Although, this was a treat that you indulged in very, very frequently.

Spencer didn’t speak as his fingers moved to the waistband of your panties, pulling them off of you and putting them into his pant pocket. You quirked an eyebrow at Spencer who, in return, gave you a cheeky grin. He placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs for you to show your glistening cunt. His mouth instantly watered at the sight in front of him. “Fuck, you’re so incredibly wet,” He groaned, licking his lips with anticipation.

“Been wet all night,” You breathed out, watching Spencer with a heated expression in your eyes. “Need it so bad, Spence.”

“I know, baby, you’re going to get it, don’t worry,” was all Spencer said before he dived right in, licking a stripe against your cunt.

You moaned, lying your back on the mattress as Spencer worked his magic against your cunt. His tongue began running laps, taking in all of your juices. When you and Spencer first began this sort of friends with benefits situation, you didn’t know just how much Spencer loved eating your cunt. You figured he did it simply to make you feel good. But then, afterwards, when you saw that blissful and dazed look in his eyes, you knew he loved it just as much as you did, thrived on it even. If Spencer could spend the rest of his life between your thighs, you were sure he would die a happy man.

Spencer moved his arms to wrap around your thighs, pulling your cunt closer to his face. He began to practically make out with it, his lips playing with your clit and sucking on it. When Spencer ate pussy, he ATE pussy. The usual calm and collected man would eat you out like he had never had a proper meal in his life, making sure to bask in your juices. He was messy with it in the best possible way.

You reached your hand to intertwine your fingers into his brown curls, tugging at his hair as you moaned loudly. Your head was thrown back in pleasure, your other hand going to your chest and massaging the flesh. “Feels so good,” you whined.

Spencer moaned, sending vibrations against your pussy and causing you to jolt from the pleasure. His tongue dipped into your hole as his nose rubbed against your clit. He shook his head, burying it deeper into your cunt. You felt that familiar heat building inside of you, the one you had begun to feel earlier in the taxi but it had been ripped away from you so quickly. This time, however, it wasn’t going to be ripped away from you.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, moving your hips against Spencer’s face. “So close, please don’t stop!”

And he didn’t. Spencer continued to eat you out, slurping, sucking, licking your cunt. Part of him wished he was underneath you, letting you use his face until you were satisfied, covering him in your juices. But this was great too as he got to control just how much of your pussy he got to breathe in. Spencer sucked your clit, sending you over the edge as you arched your back and clamped your thighs shut, squeezing Spencer’s face in the process as you moaned his name in that sexy way that never failed to make his cock throb. God, he needed to fuck you.

When you relaxed, breathing heavily as you opened your eyes to look at Spencer, he pulled away, licking his lips in the process. His face was absolutely glistening with your juices and his eyes were blown out. He was the embodiment of pussy drunk.

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted

Spencer stood up, wiping his chin with his hand before moving to unzip his pants. His movements were rushed as he fumbled around to get them off. “Need you so bad,” he said, kicking his pants to the side before taking his cum-stained briefs off. His cock sprung out of the briefs, making him let out a small groan of relief. It was so red, angry from the lack of attention. Which is funny because he literally came just a few hours ago.

You looked at Spencer, biting your lip as you looked at his cock. Eight inches and not too girthy but he knew exactly how to use it. He always made you feel so good with his cock. Your pussy throbbed at the thought, ready to get railed by Spencer. It’s all you’ve been wanting the past few days.

You didn’t say anything as Spencer grabbed your legs, pulling you closer to him. He rested your legs on his shoulders before grabbing his cock, guiding it to your entrance. He didn’t bother to tease himself like he usually did by rubbing his cock up and down your cunt. The two of you were still woozy from the alcohol, that and the hormones, it was going to be quite a ride.

Spencer looked down at you, taking in your beauty as you looked up at him. It was a moment of softness between the two of you as you just gazed at one another. A tenderness that was rare. And just as quick as it had come, it was just as quickly removed as Spencer slammed his cock inside of you without warning, causing you to let out a loud gasp. He didn’t stop until he was fully in, only then did he allow you time to adjust.

It took you a few minutes to adjust to Spencer. He wasn’t always rough with you but you knew tonight that you both needed it. And after the pain subsided, you began squirming, unable to help yourself. You were needy and just wanted Spencer to fuck you.

“Why are you already squirming?” Spencer asked as he raised an eyebrow at you with a smirk on his lips. “Haven’t even started,” he said as he held onto your legs.

You let out a small whine. “Want you to move,” you said, a small pout gracing your lips.

Spencer hummed in acknowledgement. He didn’t give you a chance to say anything else when he pulled his hips back and then slammed back into you, pressing his cock deep inside of you.

You let out a choked moan, instantly gripping the sheets below you. Spencer moved his hips like that a few more times, his pace tantalizingly slow, before gradually picking up the pace. “S-so good,” you whimpered.

Spencer was never one to shy away from making noises. He moaned as his cock moved inside of you, feeling your walls around him. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned as he slammed his hips into you.

The sounds that escaped you sounded pornographic as Spencer moved inside of you. His cock was hitting your g-spot dead on. His thrusts were hard and rhythmic, exactly how you loved it. Spencer moved your legs, bending them towards your chest and holding them there as he thrusted into you more deeply. The change of angle makes your moans more high-pitched.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin as Spencer’s bed creaked from the roughness of his thrusts. The slick of your cunt was also heard as Spencer’s cock drilled into you. He began to pick up the pace. “You feel so good, baby, oh my god,” Spencer moaned, looking down at you.

You were truly a sight to behold. Your tits bounced with every thrust, your hair sprawled out on the mattress, your face was contorted with pleasure. Your whines and moans were truly like music to his ears. Spencer knew he wouldn’t last long at all, especially with the way your cunt was gripping his cock. He reached down, using his fingers to rub your clit.

“I-oh fuck!” You whimpered, throwing your head back in pleasure. “Spencer!”

“That’s it, princess,” Spencer let out a whine of own, relishing in the pleasure. “Gonna cum for me?”

You nodded your head pathetically as you looked up at the handsome genius. His curls were sticking to his forehead as he pounded into you. The feeling of his cock inside of you and fingers rubbing your clit was enough to have you feeling close again. “So close, Spence,” you moaned.

“Me too, baby, me too.” Spencer breathed out.

With a few more thrusts and rubs of your clit, you were moaning Spencer’s name so loudly as your back arched and head was thrown back, your cunt clamping around Spencer’s cock. That was all it took for Spencer to bury himself deep inside of you, cumming with a loud moan as he filled you with his seed.

And when you both were finished, Spencer pulled out before lying down on the bed next to you and taking you into his arms. You were both dazed and dizzy from all the different feelings. You both were also breathing heavily, coming down from the intense sensations. You snuggled into Spencer, unable to help the tiny giggle that escaped your lips which Spencer also returned.

When Spencer awoke the next morning with a throbbing headache, he was ready to just get up and take a bunch of acetaminophen to make it go away. But the feeling of having you in his arms made the thought dissipate when he could just spend the day sleeping next to you instead. Because you were the only medicine he really needed.

If you go out tonight, I’m going out tonight ‘cause I know you’re persuasive

[o-sachi]

Dress to Impress Headcanons ‧₊˚ ⋅ Blue Lock Chars.

ଳ what's it like to play the roblox game dress to impress with the blue lock boys?

ଳ characters; isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, michael kaiser, alexis ness, shidou ryusei, nagi seishirou, reo mikage, Chigiri Hyoma

ଳ tags; crack, some profanity lol, gn reader, no y/n, can be established rs or not

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ᯓ Isagi Yoichi

"How do you change the skin? Where's the hair? Why do the others have faces?"

He's so lost... poor baby. Expect a lot of questions (some of which get repeated) from him about how the game works. He's going to be overwhelmed with the buttons and stuff around his character.

You think 5 minutes is more than enough to put together an outfit, but somehow Isagi comes out of the runway without hair or with a bunch of clothes layered on top of each other.

He also asks how you do the poses on the runway.

"Hey, what's pose 28?"

HE RATES SUPER HIGH, so you're over there pouting 'cuz he's helping these 10 year old children win.

"This one's really nice. She's got a big bow on her head." / "But the theme is sad day, Yoichi..." / "And? Won't a big bow make it a happy one?"

Gets a bit sad 'cuz he gets rated low even if he rated all the others with 4 or 5 stars. Awww...

ᯓ Bachira Meguru

"I CAN MAKE MY SKIN GREEN? HOLY SHI-"

Expect that he will always use the most blinding colors known to man. He's gonna walk out on that runway looking like a traffic light.

He's so noisy when he plays. It's like he's commentating everything that's happening to him as if he has a whole stream going on. But in reality, it's just the two of you.

Spams pose 28 because all of the other cool ones aren't free.

Says "slay" every time he walks out because you said it once to him.

"HELL YEAH THAT'S A SLAAAY."

But if he's on a losing streak, he'll suddenly go quiet and focus more lol.

"Why are you quiet all of a sudden?" / "Shhh, don't interrupt my creative juices."

ᯓ Michael Kaiser

"What? Are you playing this game with your eyes closed or something?"

He said that. On voice chat. To a little girl. Who cried.

You had to reprimand him and tell him to apologize to the girl. But with his pride, he only allowed himself to rate her 5 stars the next round as his way of saying sorry.

"There. 5 stars... for the most clown outfit I've ever seen." / "Mihya!"

So mean to everyone else, but will always compliment your outfit even the ones you barely put effort in. You're starting to wonder whether or not it was condescending or heartfelt...

"That outfit looks great. We should duo in the next round." / "No, everyone in the server's mad at you and it'll affect my rating too."

He never makes it to the top 3 despite the good outfits he puts together because he talks shit on everyone in the server.

ᯓ Alexis Ness

"I got all the new codes; let me type them for you."

HE'S SUPER GOOD AT IT? It's to the point that you're jealous because his rank's way higher than yours.

"Just type M3RM4ID in that box." / "It's not working." / "Did you type the E as a 3 and the A as a 4?" / "What?" / "Never mind, gimme your Ipad."

He definitely knows all the codes that unlocks the hidden special items of the game. Plus, he's super into the lore as well. The nail technician? You bet he's going to talk about her extensive lore.

Super efficient when putting together an outfit. He's got a whole routine down to a T.

He actually rates outfits objectively—not too low and never too high.

ᯓ Shidou Ryusei

"HAHAHA WHAT'S UP WITH THAT WHACK ASS OUTFIT? #############"

He has also made a kid cry before. But unlike Kaiser, he doesn't listen to you and doubles down on it. Just an absolute menace all around.

He's definitely muted by the other people in the server because regardless of what he says, no one is responding to him. So there's only you left to talk to him.

Doesn't even try to put together a decent outfit. You're not even sure if he reads the theme at all because he walks out on the runway looking like the personification of a fever dream.

"Haha look. This pose makes it look like I'm thrusting in the air." / "Ryu! Oh my gosh..."

Definitely has been banned from Roblox before and he's using a new account to play with you.

Everything he types just shows up as hashtags at this point...

ᯓ Nagi Seishirou

"This theme is such a hassle... when is it going to be the pajama party theme?"

He already plays Roblox to begin with, but he needed extra convincing from you to play Dress to Impress because he didn't see the thrill in it.

He was only convinced when he saw you rage quitting after losing with such a fabulous outfit. He realized the competitive aspect of it and decided to play with you.

Nagi doesn't realize it but his rotation consists of the same tops and bottoms, so his outfits always come out looking the same. This leads him to losing all the time.

He definitely complains when the runway has too many players. Like... when is it going to end?

"Sei! Did you just tell the kids in the server to leave? What the hell?" / "Yah. They were making the line too long and I don't wanna wait."

Also complains when he doesn't show up in the top 3 even though he didn't really put any effort into his outfit.

ᯓ Reo Mikage

"Hey, babe, look. I bought the VIP. Want me to buy it for you too?"

HE'S SO PAY TO WIN. He's a VIP player, has all the pose packs, and literally everything you can buy in the game. He's not shy about flaunting it to the other players in the lobby.

He'll spend the first minute in the VIP area then walk all smug in the cOmMoNeR's area wearing the biggest fuck-you dress ever.

If the theme is anything normal, he'll still manage to make the outfit look high-end.

Trust that he'll spam all the expensive poses once he's on the runway. The little rascal would be smirking to himself as he presses the different poses.

Reo grumbles to himself when he loses. He can't help but be annoyed when he gets only a few stars while literally wearing a dress that costs thousands of robux.

"I was literally wearing the biggest ball gown and I still lost? What the fuck."

ᯓ Chigiri Hyoma

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I gave you 5 stars. Yeah, for sure... for sure."

SUPER COMPETITIVE! Not even you are safe from aggressive dressing and impressing.

You two will be in duos, but he'll always one up you.

"Hmm... interesting choice of colors." / "Is it that bad?" / "Bad? What do you mean? It's great. I promise."

He won't be talking shit on anyone, but you can tell what's running through his head with that smug look on his face.

"What's up with that look? / "Hm? Oh... haha. I'm just enjoying the game you know? / "..."

Will refuse to choose any other hair that doesn't resemble his own. It doesn't matter if the theme requires a different color. He will be using his red/pink hair and no one will stop him.

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KISS ME

all the images were taken from pinterest.

where they are no longer ""just"" friends.

pairing: hector fort x reader

a/n: i wrote this so fast that i even surprised myself lol I hope you like it

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Being back home made you smile with relief, you missed life in Barcelona despite having lived special moments at your grandmother's house, nothing compares to your life in the Spanish city.

Nothing is like your soft bed and your teddy bears that sleep with you every night.

And Hector missed you, he missed going to your house after games and lying in your bed to hear you talk about life. Your best friend, Hector Fort. Despite having spoken to you every day without exception, contact via cell phone was not good enough, the player wanted to touch you and hear you talking almost inside his ear, like you always do.

You didn't tell him when you'd be back home, but it seems like he sensed you were already back.

As you lay there, relaxing on the bed with your eyes closed. The doorbell rang, you could hear your mother opening the door and greeting whoever was there.

One talent you gave back while growing up is knowing who is approaching just by the sound of their footsteps. And you could hear Hector approaching your room, you opened your eyes to confirm if it was really him. And standing in the doorway, smiling like a fool was he.

"You can't stay without me for long, can you?" You adjusted yourself in bed so Hector could lie down next to you.

Hector didn't say anything,

he just lays down on the bed next to you. You moved to lie with your head on his abdomen, Hector did what he always does, he wrapped his arm around you.

Anyone who sees this believes that you are a couple of young people in love, including your mother who asks whether she should introduce Hector as her son-in-law or just her daughter's friend.

And people say bad things about you and Hector. But the envy that many girls feel towards you it's something that doesn't bother you, Fort is a sensation in Barcelona, many girls would kill for him.

And well, you wouldn't mind becoming Hector's girlfriend. He's not just a pretty face, he's more than that, someone who's ready to stand by you through thick and thin, protective and a great listener.

In fact, Hector's dream is to make you his girlfriend. Hector didn't answer the question you asked, but he really can't stay away from you for too long.

Once a friend of Hector asked him to say something good about him to you, but the Spanish player did the opposite. Although you didn't know the story, you wouldn't mind hearing it. In fact, when Hector once told you that he was dating a girl who is still a complete stranger to this day, you were hoping that it wouldn't go down well.

And it really didn't work, but Fort only went out with her to see if he could get rid of the idea of wanting to kiss you all the time.

"Did you watch the games?" Hector said in a sleepy voice.

"Yes, and I even promised my cousins that I would send them a video of you." You raised your head a little, so you could look at him.

"Using my name to become the favorite cousin, I get it." He joked.

"They don't care about you, Hector Fort! They care about the fact that you're a Barcelona player, stop being so conceited, please." You stood up and crossed your arms, pretending to be irritated.

Fort laughed and pulled you back into his arms, he hugged you and planted dozens of kisses on your head. You tried not to smile, but it was inevitable. Hector is the most caring guy ever.

"You may not have missed me, but I did miss you." You admitted.

Hector looked at you confused. Since you had your chin resting delicately on his chest, your eyes were glazed over.

"And who told you I didn't miss you?" He said arching an eyebrow.

"You didn't say anything about it and you didn't even hug me properly." His daily drama that Hector likes so much.

"Okay then, I'll tell your mother that you won't leave your room today. I'll hug you and I'll never let you go." He made you smile again.

"I love you very much, Sir Hector Fort." You stood up to kiss him on the cheek. "I love you very much too."

Hector touched your cheek gently, a touch that awakened a feeling in you. Something that only him can make you feel. Only Hector makes you want to kiss a mouth desperately.

Fort pressed his lips together softly before pulling you closer to him lovingly, the tips of your noses almost touching. He brought your hand to his rapidly beating heart. "You leave me like this."

"I'm going to kiss you." You said loudly.

"Kiss me."

Hector's mouth is soft, you could spend hours with your lips glued to his. The way he touches you is tender and wonderful, again the desire to stay like this forever arises in your mind and also in his.

"I mean it when I say I love you very much." He said right after the kiss, your faces were still glued together.

"Me too, Hector." I admitted.

"My mom told my cousins that you're my boyfriend." You commented, Hector smiled again.

"Really?"

You nodded. You were pretending to be embarrassed, looking down and playing with your finger.

"And did you like that?"

"Yes."

It was Hector's turn to nod. The smile hadn't left his face for a second.

"So from now on I'm your boyfriend and you're my girlfriend, okay?"

You looked at him in disbelief, but you returned the smile he gave you.

"Okay, boyfriend."

[burningcheese-merchant]

A Thought About Shadow Milk Cookie

I actually meant to make this post months ago, but I sort of let it fall to the wayside for the sake of other things. Now Blue Gatorade Cookie is coming out tomorrow and I'm like "ahhh shit I'm late" lol. Consider this a sequel/accompanying piece to the Burning Spice Cookie post

Shadow Milk always gave me a bit of the impression of being a Victor Frankenstein type. If you haven't read the book (please do, it's fantastic), then this quote sums up both the character, the story, and my perception of Shadow Milk pretty well:

"Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow."

Knowledge is power. Knowledge is freedom. Equally so, perhaps even MORE so, knowledge is fun. It's fun to learn new things. And with all of this in mind, Shadow Milk did his best to pursue the knowledge he so championed, and share it with the world, whatever it was. You give a man a fish and he eats for a day; you teach a man to fish and he eats for a lifetime. So Shadow Milk made it his mission to teach all men to fish. To teach them to read, to cook, to sew. To teach them magic, to teach them science, to teach them whatever filled the gap between. Perhaps he even went so far as to become a close associate of a certain academy, if not outright being its founder (Blueberry Yogurt Academy theorists, where you at lol). Anything to achieve the ultimate goal of inspiring others to learn and thrive as he does.

But as I said, knowledge is fun. There doesn't necessarily need to be a reason for it. Maybe Shadow Milk never actually needed one; even if there was no one left to teach, he could always teach himself, for he was always his own greatest student. And so whenever he had time, he read every book he could get his hands on. Practiced every spell. Sang every song, recited every poem, memorized every bit of meaningless trivia. Anything and everything to feed his endless hunger for more knowledge. Because it was... fun. It was freeing, to have those little burdens of doubt lifted from his shoulders, however inconsequential they actually were. And - however much he was able to admit it, to himself or to others - it made him feel powerful.

Until he started learning things no one else had before. That no one else could. That no one else should.

Maybe he learned how to peek into people's minds, and saw exactly how vapid, selfish, stupid and cruel so many of us really are beneath the façades we wear. Maybe he uncovered secrets that accidentally tore apart families, scandals that threw governments into chaos, acts of betrayal that may have started wars. Maybe one day, he learned the ultimate truth of the world; who and what cookies were really supposed to be, and what their makers really thought of them. (Not too far off from White Lily, really.)

In his desperation for solutions as well as some semblance of self-comfort, Shadow Milk just kept on learning. Kept searching for answers. Kept acquiring more and more knowledge. Because it was all he ever knew how to do. It was all he believed himself to be good for. But it was never enough. Not only did he never truly find the answers he sought - whether it be because they never existed in the first place, or because whatever he found only made him ask even more questions than before - but he just kept going down more and more rabbit holes. And he couldn't stop himself-

No. That's not true. Of course he could. He just didn't want to. Because knowledge is power, and deep down inside, he was always power-hungry. And besides that, he was just so curious. Morbid curiosity can be a terrible sin. Perhaps a small part of him, one he never wanted to give credence to, relished in being smarter than everyone else. And maybe that same part of him was also hubristic enough to believe he could learn whatever he wanted to, whenever he wanted to, just because he could.

Perhaps Shadow Milk tried to sound the alarm, so to speak. Share those great and terrible truths he uncovered with the world. But nobody listened, no matter how much they believed in and respected him otherwise. Because the truth is stranger than fiction, more often than not, and there's only so much strangeness people can tolerate. Knowing this - knowing how foolish people can really be, how quick they are to shun the truth to protect their own feelings - he looked for another answer, like he always does. Shadow Milk always had a fondness for theatrics; he wasn't just a scholar, he was a poet, a playwright, an artist. And thus, it was with these talents and loves of his that he tried to teach people what he knew. He wrote stageplays that became famous. Fantasy novels that became bestsellers. Poems and essays that were read aloud in classrooms. Everything he could throw at the wall with as much panache as possible. Because that's who he is, and that's what people are more likely to listen to. People like bread and circuses, so he gave them a whole bakery and performed every circus act himself.

But it was never enough. Those threads of truth he so carefully wove into the tapestries of his work; no one felt them. Those easter eggs he hid; no one found them. Nobody ever saw what he saw, whether he snuck it into the picture or plastered it right in the center. And so Shadow Milk came to realize that no one ever actually wanted to know the truth, no one ever actually wanted to learn anything, no one ever actually valued knowledge. All people cared about was what they could personally gain from it and nothing more. No higher purpose of any kind. Just what conveniences and inconveniences them.

And what's the point in helping people like that? How do you teach the unteachable?

Shadow Milk likely became bitter (or sour, because lol milk). Maybe he slowly began turning truths against people. Hoarding people's secrets and spilling them randomly, just out of spite (and discreetly, because he wasn't looking to be caught, and nobody was smart enough to catch him anyway). Making puppets and plays depicting people at their absolute worst, and watching them all smile and clap because they fell for it. They fell for his jokes. For his ruse. They didn't notice he was mocking them without a shred of irony or remorse. The only art Shadow Milk became interested in after he succumbed to despair was telling cruel jokes at others' expense and painting pictures for all the Dorian Grays of the world so they can keep lying and pretending they're good and that they're worth something. Because lies are all people really want to hear, right? Because it makes them feel better about their miserable lives?

I'm sure Shadow Milk tried to turn back, even if only once, for just a minute. He's smart, he's wise, he knew what the end of that road looked like. Maybe he sat up all night just arguing with himself about it. About the nature of his work. The meaning of the knowledge he acquired. The meaning of knowledge itself. What was he doing this for, really? What has he EVER done this for? Was it really for others, or for himself? What if he gained all the knowledge in the universe, then what? What would he do after that? What if he did manage to convince people, what then? What if they panic? Turn on each other? Turn on him? Were they really better off not knowing?

Was he just slowly talking himself through that door until it was closed and locked? Did he do so knowingly? Did he delay the inevitable for... for what? Did he even know that?

All the knowledge in the world didn't save Shadow Milk from falling to darkness, nor did it save anyone from the chaos he chose to wreak afterwards. Maybe knowledge never saved anyone from anything. What is knowledge, anyway? What is truth? What is deceit? The more you know, the more you realize you don't know anything at all. Maybe truth and deceit are one and the same. Maybe reality is only what you perceive it to be. Maybe life is a joke. Maybe people should just have fun. Lie all you want. Tell truths just to drive wedges and shatter hopes and dreams. It doesn't matter. It's all the same. There's no way out.

TL;DR: Knowledge is power, but power corrupts. Perhaps not all truths are worth knowing, after all. Be careful with what you learn, and what you know. And be careful not to believe yourself to be smart enough to dictate what truth and lies and knowledge are to others, for no one truly is. That kind of hubris will only lead to disaster.

(I'm sorry if some of this sounds weird or doesn't make full sense. I wanted to get my thoughts out before the update to see if it turns out that anything I say has official merit lol)

[evwrentually]

husband!coriolanussnow gangbang

notes: literally got possessed writing this 😭😭 also not fully proofread! does have a little bit of fluff here and there (couldn't fully dddne icl)

cw: dddne (?), rough sex, gangbang, possessiveness, coriolanus himself LOL, dirty talk, argument ??

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Being a senator's wife meant you could have whatever you wanted. At least when the senator in question was Coriolanus Snow. He knew how to get what he desired, and he'd always take it one way or another. By extension, he would make sure you had everything you wanted.

Coryo loved you. You were the apple of his eye, his reason to keep going, the woman who kept him grounded when he was near losing his mind from stress. He wanted to give you the entire world.

So when you were riding him, hands splayed on his chest, babbling words that you hadn't even been sure were reaching him, he didn't miss your words of want.

"Baby, Coryo... fuck, honey. What? You wanna do something really fucked-up to me? You wanna put me in a gangbang or something?" you moaned out, a soft grin gracing your parted lips.

He had just been grunting out how he would let you do depraved things to him, and he to you. Mumbling something about spit, piss; a slightly slurred ramble. Coryo gasped out how he'd do dark, disgusting things to you, his words urging you to ride him faster. Then, you had asked him whether he wanted to put you in a gangbang, words that were only mostly sarcastic.

Except to him, they weren't. You had expected him to groan in annoyance, frustration maybe, at the thought of other men having you. But all you felt was his cock twitch inside of you slightly, his hips jerking up into you involuntarily. The look on his face was one you'd never seen before, despite being his wife for years now. His brows were lifted, something of surprise, his lips parted, his nose a little scrunched. Confusion, shock, arousal, and a little bit of possessiveness blanketed his features.

"Jesus, fuck, I... I don't know." he gasped out in surprise. The thought of putting you in a gangbang hadn't ever crossed his mind, the thought of anyone else knowing you so intimately usually made his stomach churn. Sure, that feeling was still there, but the way it sent a shiver through him and made his mind go a little fuzzy, overpowered the jealousy. He was almost disappointed in himself that he'd found it hot, that it made him throb. Almost.

By the time you'd come, Coryo following your orgasm instantly, that image of you being passed around had been stuck in his head. You laid your head on his shoulder, looking up at him, a little dazed. Your hand skimmed up his chest, moving to gently massage and knead his far shoulder. The gentle panting filled the room, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths under your body.

"Did you mean what you said?" he whispered a little breathlessly, glancing down at you for a few beats. His hand tenderly rubbed up and down your arm, tracing little patterns on your skin.

You swallowed a little thickly, louder than you had meant to. You searched his eyes for anger, jealousy, ultimately finding nothing but curiosity and love in them. "Yeah... yeah, maybe." you murmured with hesitantance, the thought of a gangbang not so uncomfortable as it should have been.

His breath hitched quietly, eyes glued to yours. "Okay," he murmured, followed by a gentle nod, "you know I can make that happen, my love."

And so he did, forever a man of his word. For you, at least. He was meticulous about every little detail, classically Coryo. He didn't trust strangers, not with his perfect, sweet wife. He needed men who would listen to him, who knew how dangerous he could truly be when crossed. It was a little silly, the way he went about it, almost akin to a recruitment. In the end, he had chosen his inner circle from the Academy. People who he had under his thumb for years now. Sejanus Plinth, Felix Ravinstill, Urban Canville, Festus Creed, and Hilarius Heavensbee.

He'd checked with you time and time again, making sure this was still okay with you, asking if there was anyone you wouldn't want there. You trusted Coryo's judgement, knowing your husband would never put you in a situation that wasn't safe. You couldn't deny that you had been more than a little nervous, but he quelled your anxieties each time.

He made each of the men get tested, twice over. He crafted a rough list of the things he wouldn't tolerate from his friends. They couldn't kiss you. They couldn't come in you. They weren't allowed to touch you excessively. Nothing romantic. That was for him, and him alone. He'd instruct them, tell them what to do with you. If they disobeyed him, he'd make sure they would learn their lesson.

So now, here you were, on the bed of a guest room in his penthouse. You sat back, your knees spread ever so slightly, bent a little, your hands propped behind your hips to support yourself. You were bare, bar your red, lace-edged underwear. A pair that Coryo had bought just for you.

The men kept their distance from you, for now. They were mostly bare too, also wearing only their boxers. It was intimidating. Very intimidating. You felt a little like a deer in headlights, and Coryo's protective instincts kicked in like a switch flipped. He was the only one fully clothed, in his black slacks and white, crisp button-up; his sleeves rolled up past his forearms.

He approached the edge of the bed, climbing over you. His hand gently grazed the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbone reflexively. "I love you, baby. I'm gonna be just a few feet away the entire time." he whispered reassuringly, keeping his voice low and soft. His nose nudged to yours gently, "you need me, you say my name, yeah?" he added. Your breathing was slightly laboured, nodding slightly.

"Words, honey. Use your words. Tell me you understand." Coryo muttered, tilting his head to the side faintly. Your breath caught in your throat before you swallowed, breathing "I understand, baby. I'll say your name if I need you."

A vague, near imperceptible smile crossed his lips, leaning in and kissing you tenderly, soothing your every nerve. His hands slid down to slide off your underwear. He didn't want anyone else to take them off you, it was too intimate.

He gave you one last, reassuring look, kissing your forehead before standing back. He backed off, fixing his sleeves up past his elbows. Sitting back in a chair, manspreading, his eyes on you. He was scrunching your underwear in his fist, a silent claim over you. He averted his eyes reluctantly, focusing on his friends.

"Felix. You gonna stand there like an idiot, or are you going to do something?" he muttered firmly, an authoritative tone thick in his voice. It turned you on. Felix was complacent, a little too eager as he approached you. He jumped at the opportunity when Coryo had asked him to be a part of this, which your husband found utterly pathetic of him. He looked down on nearly every one of his friends in the room, even more so now that they would get a chance to be inside you. A twisted part of him wanted this, too. He wanted them to know how you moaned, how tight you were, so that they'd get a taste of it, and never have it again; so that they knew what he was getting every damn day.

Coryo knew Felix was scared of failure, wanting to please Coryo. He tilted his chin up visibly, his expression focused, his eyes stern. Felix crawled over you, making your husband narrow his eyes in disapproval. "Not so close." he ordered.

Felix stilled, glancing to Coryo, then back to you. Your eyes darted between the man on top of you, and the love of your life sitting in the chair to your left. But your gaze lingered on Coryo each time, as if looking to him for approval. Felix nodded curtly to Coryo, backing off just slightly. He tugged his boxers down, slipping them off.

He was nothing compared to Coryo, at least visually. Then again, it was hard to compare to a man as well-endowed as him.

"Is she wet?" Coryo asked, staring narrowly at Felix. He slid a finger hesitantly through your folds, inhaling sharply as he felt your arousal gather on his fingertip. He grazed over your clit, eliciting a gentle gasp from your lips. Coryo smirked faintly, leaning forward in his chair, his hands clasped together, your panties between them. His elbows were on his knees, getting a closer look.

Felix lifted his finger, looking at it, glancing at Coryo once again. "No. Don't taste it." he said firmly, a hint of anger clear in his voice. He nodded.

When Felix settled between your thighs, Coryo didn't miss the way your thighs stayed in their previous position, not parting instinctively like they always did for him. The thought alone made him grow hard in his slacks.

Coryo was burning holes into Felix, making sure his hands didn't touch your body too firmly, or anywhere he didn't like, while he fucked you. There was a stark contrast to the way you reacted to Felix, and the way you reacted to Coryo. Your moans were nearly inaudible, not nearly as frequent as they would be when your husband was deep inside you. It was a little short of mediocre, and Coryo could see on your face that you weren't enjoying it. He commanded Felix to stop, to pull out and get off of you. He obeyed instantly, clearly scared of Coryo.

The firm, possessive glare he threw Felix melted as he threw you a glance, his features softening with a gentle, reassuring smile. You saw your doting husband once more, and the way he ached to reach out and touch you.

Sejanus was next. He was different from the others. You knew Sejanus well, and you were even friends. He was good-hearted, and the only reason he had agreed to be a part of this was because of his loyalty to Coryo. He was still visibly a little freaked out over it, though. The way he approached you was hesitant, as though he would back out at any second.

He had more lenience over your body, due to how close he was with Coryo, how Coryo knew Sejanus wasn't a threat. Sejanus held onto your hips, pulling you gently to the edge of the bed, not wanting to lean down over you. He looked down at you and mumbled "are you sure this is okay?" concernedly, his moral compass going haywire. You nodded with a faint smile, "yeah, yeah." making Coryo smile softly at how sweet you were.

The only reason he was letting this happen was because he was still the one in control. He could put a stop to this if he wanted to; he could get every man in this room killed if he wanted to. He'd do it himself too, just for you. He didn't care about his friends in comparison to you.

Sejanus slid into you, his cock thicker than Coryo's. There was a stretch, a minor one, but it was still there. Your eyebrows scrunched momentarily and Sejanus stilled. "You sure this is okay?" he murmured, looking you in the eye intently, like he saw you as more than just a body he was fucking for the sake of his best friend.

"Fine. Yeah, I'm sure." you breathed, glancing to Coryo for a moment. But Coryo noticed the way you winced when Sejanus stretched you out, and he glanced at Sejanus before standing up and calmly walking a few steps over to you. His hand came up to your cheek, looking down at you as he gently ran his fingertips over your cheekbone. "Too much, baby?" he whispered. In all honesty, you couldn't tell if you would be able to take the way Sejanus' cock was stretching you out, considering he was barely halfway in. Coryo's eyes flicked over your face, seeing the hesitation. "You wanna show them how you use your pretty mouth instead?" he mutters to you, and you alone, as if it were only you two in the room, like no one else was watching. You nodded with a soft exhale.

Sejanus pulled out, following Coryo's orders. That got him. He felt his dick twitch in his pants at how quickly Sejanus did what Coryo wanted him to. Sej was the least idiotic out of the men surrounding you, knowing Coryo well, what he wanted before he had to overtly ask for it. If there was anything your husband got off on, it was power.

Coryo's fingers slid off of your cheek lightly, returning to his place on the chair. You got on your knees, an antsy gleam in Sej's eyes. "Hold her hair up, Sej," Coryo's voice flooded into your ears. His hands travelled into your hair, gently sweeping it into a ponytail, gripping at the back of your head.

"Is this okay?" he murmured concernedly, looking down at you. Coryo groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, his wedding band glinting. "Jesus Christ, Sejanus. Shut the fuck up, she's fine. She'll tell you if there's a problem-" it was clear in his voice that he was frustrated, probably from the straining hard-on in his slacks, but Sejanus cut him off. Coryo's head snapped up, his frustration building at his best friend's disobedience.

"I'm just being careful, man. I don't know how you fuck her, what she's okay with." Sej bit back, looking at Coryo. The whole room was tense; painfully so.

Coryo moved with an eerie calmness, one that was threatening, as he stood up. He took assertive, calculated steps to Sejanus, his jaw tense. "You think she's dumb? I told you she was fine. She told you she was fine. I know my wife. You wanna see how she likes to get fucked?" his voice intimidatingly firm. His nerves were struck from the way Sejanus had even dared to talk back, especially in the situation he was in, where Coryo was the one who was supposed to be in control. Sejanus was about to open his mouth before Coryo placed a hand on his chest and shoved him back, "just get the fuck back." he muttered.

Coryo slid his hands under your arms, sitting you back on the bed once more. His hands went to his belt, undoing it hastily with practiced ease. "Gonna show these morons how you deserve to get fucked, huh?" he huffed out, dropping his belt to the floor carelessly. He was aware there were still some of his friends who didn't get a chance to fuck you, but he couldn't handle seeing another one of them not give you what you needed. No one knew your body like he did, and he had to make that clear.

His hands went to his slacks, taking them off before he wrapped his fingers around your thighs, tugging you down to the edge of the bed, your legs bending at the knee now, spreading instinctively for him. The way you looked at him was different to the way you looked at his friends. You looked like an innocent thing to his friends, but the second Coryo was in front of you, tugging off his boxers, your eyelids dropped a little and your lips parted a few millimetres. You looked like you were near salivating at the sight of him.

He dragged his tip through your folds, making sure you were nice and wet for him before pushing into you slowly. "There we fucking go. Jesus, so tight." he hissed. His body leaned over yours, pushing some hair out of your face. His gentle touch became a firm grip on your jaw, "don't look anywhere else. Don't look at them." he breathed, his fingertips digging into the skin on your cheeks slightly. A small whine of obedience left you as you tried to nod, coming out as a slight movement from his hold on your face.

He gave a singular, hard thrust, grunting out "words, baby", his hand squeezing your jaw for a moment. A mixture between a gasp and a moan left your mouth, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you. " 'M looking at you, only you." you moaned a little shakily, his next firm thrust earning another gasp from you.

The sharp snap of his hips became continuous and steady, his hand loosening on your face as he tucked some hair behind your ear gently. "This is how she likes to get fucked. You see? See the way she's moaning?" he panted, the sweat now starting to moisten his face with a dreamy sheen. "Shit- just get the fuck out. Everyone get the fuck out."

The door slamming shut behind the other men was the cue Coryo needed to speed up, letting his groans and grunts slip through. "Coryo, coryo" you gasped out, teetering over the edge. A weak, strained laugh escaped between his noises of pleasure. He was reeling over the fact that the guys outside could no doubt hear you moaning his name.

He unravelled you quicker than he ever had before, the power trip he was on making him want to fuck you into next year, if he could. The feeling of your pussy squeezing and contracting as you came sent him coming right after you, his face dropping into your shoulder with a strained groan.

He panted against your skin, your hand coming up to lazily run your fingers through his slightly-gelled hair. "Why did you make the others leave?" you mumbled curiously, lolling your head to the side, your lips resting at his hairline.

He lifted his head a little to look at you. "Because I knew none of the others would be able to make you come. I wanted to be the only one to see that. You coming is just for me." he breathed with a quirk of his lips, a flicker of a soft smile.

That was your handsome, prideful husband. Possessive, sure, but the way he smiled at you after sex was always boyishly charming.

"I'm going to send everyone home, and then we'll take a bath together. Yeah?" he murmured softly, his fingers coming up to gently run through your mussed hair. You nodded with a quiet hum and a smile, "yeah, yeah. I love you." you murmured back.

He leaned down ever so slightly to kiss your forehead, smoothing back your hair. "I love you more, my dove. I'm going to take care of you tonight. I think youve had enough for one night." he whispered against your forehead.

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[delight-angelsbliss]

Hi, this is the same anon who question what not to ask about! Thanks again for the reply, I feel so much more calmer asking knowing that I won't ask for something you not comfortable with!! I just had one thought in my head, how would Metal Sonic react if at one moment he was saved by a reader despite the fact that they are on different sides (I leave it up to you to choose the situation, maybe he will refuse the help or something but I just really will be interested read something like this :] ) and then, for example, the reader needed help!

Precis: metal sonic getting saved by reader and repaying the favor

Warnings: near death experience!!

Notes: oo this is a cute one!! It was really interesting to write and I'm glad you asked me to make this<3 ok but lowkey metal sonic is kinda fascinating, like, does he think or not? I'm fighting every urge in my body to not make reader have magical girl powers grbfxioslwkrnc metal sonic is a silly little thing confirmed by me😛 edit: I thought I'd make the tag lost generally and not only for the valentines posts lol

Metal sonic tag list: @eternallykokomi @francistimefranche

I have talked about how I view metal sonic many times; a robot who's loyal, proving he can destroy his body many times purely out of loyalty, choosing to stay with his maker until his end, the only times he falls in love is when his code shows faulty. His feelings, if he even has any, are a mystery. A huge mystery. What are his thoughts? There are so many questions that race your mind everyday, when you fight, when you stare, when you think of him. It's so much. Metal sonic is so fascinating

Let's say you're on Sonic's side, or maybe even on your own, nonetheless you're found to get into a fight with Metal sonic if you're against Eggman! When a fight did break out, all hell broke loose. There was a lot of damage, but on particular home, the roof fell off, leaving rubble and more falling straight on metal. In an act of your hero complex, or maybe just stupidity, you push (the disaster reference) Metal sonic out of harm's way. The landing was rough, but it wasn't that bad seeing as you landed on metal. Did you just save him? Metal sonic was bewildered, why would you save him? The robot immediately pushes you off and makes a run for it. What ever needed to be done could wait!

That little scene replayed in Metal sonics head over and over, during fighting, while on patrol. Everywhere. The way your panicked voice asked if he was ok, the fearful look in your eyes... It made him feel all warm inside. Maybe he was glitched? Even after virus scans, checkups, system repairs, anything and everything... You wouldn't leave his mind, something inside him bloomed, bloomed into something amazing. So this is love? So this is the love that everyone raves over everywhere he goes? It felt so nice, yet, it hurt knowing he could probably never love you. You didn't even like Eggman for crying out loud! So why should metal sonic like you?

When Metal sonic finally went back into the battlefield, it felt empty, nothing felt right. He could only watch you, think of you, yearn for you. His non existent soul thirsts for your contact after you've left. He knew the clock was ticking, maybe he could never confess? He couldn't even talk, what a silly little thing metal was. When metal sonic entered another mission, he knew there was a high chance of seeing you. It sounded like something made for you, he didn't know whether that was good or bad. When He saw you again, he first noticed how tired you looked. Have you not been getting sleep? Are you doing too much? He felt like he was gonna short circuit from worry. Your fighting was sloppy, your body looked spent and tired from fighting. You should take a break. The evidence of your tiredness showed when you didn't realize how a badnik was about to pounce on you, the eyes looking blood thirsty and out for its prey. Metal sonic knew in the moment he had to do something. Suddenly, when you turn around, you saw metal sonic, his sharp claws full of the oil of the badnik, eyes looking straight at you; lovesick. It's a small way of repaying the favor, maybe, just maybe, he could help a bit more.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"OF COURSE I KNOW"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH MATT ☺

I hope you like it! 🖤

(The gifs are mostly for science, you know what I mean lol, Matt please just one chance PLEASE) (sorry, I'm ovulating so hard rn I hope you enjoy the fic, love you 3.000)

Matt couldn't see you, but he could clearly hear your racing heartbeat and shallow breathing every time he entered the courtroom where that day's trial was to be held.

He stood next to his client, and when the judge walked in, everyone sat down.

Your story was simple: Matt kept you out of jail a couple of times, so from then on, you went to all of his trials to support him even though you knew for a fact he didn't need it.

The lawyer was surprised when, a week after winning your case and consequently keeping you out of jail, he smelled the soft scent of your perfume in the courtroom, causing a lopsided smile to form on his lips.

He didn't know what you were doing there since you didn't have to attend that summons, but as the days passed, Matt connected the dots and realized you were in love with him.

It was hard not to be, since he was one (if not the best) lawyer in the entire city, in addition to being a good citizen and an even better person. His kind heart and his unique personality were what made you fall at his feet.

At that moment, with Her Honor's permission, he ushered in his first witness. He extended the stick he used for walking and approached the podium where the woman who was about to testify was seated.

"Good morning, Mrs. Stone," he began politely. "May you state your full name for the record?"

"Marion Stone," the woman replied, and he nodded.

"Mrs. Stone, how would you describe my client, briefly?" he added delicately.

"Susan is a good girl," Marion said. "She always has kind words for me and my husband." He works a lot, and whenever I tell him he should take a break and think about whether that's what he wants to do his whole life, he tells me he wouldn't mind having the same job forever."

He smiled, and Matt seemed to hear it, as he mimicked his gesture.

"Thank you, Ms. Stone," he murmured before turning alternately to the judge and the bench. "Given this statement, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Your Honor, I'd like, if I may, to ask you a question."

"Proceed," the judge allowed.

"After what you've just heard, do you really believe my client is guilty of the petty theft he's accused of?"

The jurors shook their heads, and Matt nodded in agreement with their answer.

"There are no further questions, Your Honor."

The trial continued for another hour, until the judge decreed that they would continue the next day at the same time.

You quickly left the courtroom, heading for the nearest vending machine.

You needed to eat something with chocolate, preferably, before your body collapsed.

You threw in a couple of coins and grabbed a couple of Kit-Kats and a bag of chips.

You nearly had a heart attack when you turned around and saw him standing behind you.

"Hi," you mumbled, bringing your hand to your chest. "Sorry, I just scared me." You laughed nervously. "I didn't hear you arrive."

"I'm sorry if I scared you," he said. "I didn't mean to," he continued. "I heard you in the courtroom and thought I'd come over and ask how things are going."

"Fine," you replied. "I'm looking for a job," you confessed. "Although looking for work is also a job, you know…"

"Yes," he laughed, and you imitated his gesture. "I'm glad everything's going well," he said.

"Everything's going great," you repeated, watching him closely. "What you did in there was really good."

"I'm a very good lawyer," he tilted his head at you. "You know that."

"I'm sure you'll keep that girl out of jail like you did with me," you whispered. "You're very good at your job, Murdock."

"Matt," he corrected her. "We've known each other for several months now, we can forget about formalities." He smiled.

"Okay, Matt." "You said, 'Well, I… should go. I have… things to do.'

"Let me treat you to lunch," he blurted out, making you blush as red as a tomato. "You're hungry," he smiled, "too hungry."

"How do you know?"

"Your guts are rumbling," he replied, making you open your eyes wide. "It's like blind people do, you know. The other senses are much more acute when you can't see," he explained. "Hearing is one of them."

"Okay," you agreed. "Where are you going to take me?"

"It's a surprise," he replied. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."

"Okay, I won't speculate anymore," you murmured. He smiled at the sulky tone of your voice.

It turned out the place he'd taken you was his apartment.

You had nothing against it; in fact, you were intrigued to see where he lived and what his house would be like.

He had everything very well organized and marked, to make his life as easy as possible despite his condition.

"Come in," he invited politely, "as if you were at home."

"I'm already inside," you said.

He shook his head and smiled.

"You haven't moved from the entrance," he replied, tilting his head toward him in the kitchen. "Come in."

You threw your coat over one of the kitchen chairs, spreading your scent throughout the house. You might not have realized it, but Matt inhaled.

He swished deeply a couple of times, capturing the scent of your strawberry-scented shampoo. He smiled playfully because, of course, it had to be strawberry.

"What are you making?" you asked, looking at him closely.

"House specialty," he said as he fluently chopped the onions.

You watched him cook, causing a smile to spread across your lips, a gesture he noticed, but he didn't say anything to you.

"You know what?" you whispered. "I think I could get used to this."

"To what?" "He asked, a little playfully.

"You know, being at home," you slid over to hug him from behind, "cooking, reading, or doing other more pleasurable things."

"Eating is a pleasure," he said, flashing an amused smile, which you mimicked.

"You know what I mean, Matt," you replied, resting your cheek against his back.

"Of course I know," he replied, smug.

In one swift movement, he had you trapped between the kitchen island and his body, causing your gaze to drop to his lips instantly.

"I'm seriously considering skipping lunch and going straight to dessert," he whispered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "What do you think about that?"

"I think you should," you mumbled, causing a husky laugh to escape his lips.

"I thought so," he smiled before joining his lips with yours.

After a long round of kisses, you enjoyed the delicious meal Matt had prepared while watching the raindrops hit the window of his apartment, thinking that, after a long time, you finally felt at home.

[queenofthepirates83]

Sal Fisher x Reader

“I like you too”

Tag: fluff, one-shot

Tw: none(but tell me if there is)

Words: 851

A/N: first fanfic! Sorry this is short I wrote this a while ago and decided to finish it now lol, also sorry if it’s bad

When you first moved into the Addison Apartments you weren’t happy or anything. It wasn’t like you wanted to stay in that house, no. Your mom thought it would be best to move out, away from all the bad memories your stepfather had created in that house.

You first met Larry, courtesy of his mother, who loved you almost instantly. Larry introduced you to Sal, you guys got along great. Then one thing led to another and now you’re sitting in your room, thinking about Sal.

You sighed knowing that you couldn’t stay in your room forever. You had to tell Sal how you really felt. No jokes or excuses this time.

Last time you tried to do it you made a complete fool of yourself and made an excuse and just left and hid in your room.

But you have to tell Sal how you felt towards him. Larry kept telling you that he felt the same way but you wouldn’t believe him. So Larry put you two in the same room, left and waited for you to confess your feelings.

You didn’t trust Larry. You didn’t believe what he said but in all honesty it was true. Sal did like you back and not just in a friendly way.

You sighed and got off your bed and went to your closet to get pants on.(you went to bed with a shirt and your underwear. Or not, it’s your choice.) You chose (your choice of pants) and walked away to your door and opened it. You walked out and noticed your mom on the couch passed out. She had on her nurse clothes, since she took another night shift for the money.

You sighed and went over to the kitchen, grabbing a juice. You walked back to the front door crouching down to put some shoes on.

Once they were on you opened the front door and walked/took the elevator to his apartment.

You were at his door, contemplating if you should knock or not and just leave. You sighed, knowing that Larry would tell Sal himself if you didn’t do it. You knocked on Sal’s door once you built up the confidence. You stood there for a few more minutes before Sal opened the door. His hair was a little messy and the collar of his shirt looked like he almost pulled it to one side. “Hey Sal, wanna hang out for a little?”

Sal nodded and stood aside for you to walk in. You smiled and walked into his apartment. Sal closed the door and walked to his. You followed him. You both walked into his room. You looked around for a moment as Sal shut the door.

“When was the last time you cleaned?” You asked, glancing around again as you took some clothes off the floor and put it in his laundry hamper.

He shrugged as he watched you, sitting down on his bed. “Can’t remember.”

“You don’t seem to remember a lot.”

He shrugged again, staring at you through his mask. “Why’d you come over anyway?”

You stared back at him as you sat down next to him on the bed. “Just wanted to talk.”

“…about?”

You felt yourself getting nervous as he pressed on. What was his reaction going to be once you told him? Was Larry correct? What about Ash? The two seem quite close. The questions swirled around your mind like a plague. You liked Ash, she was a good friend to you and the other three. But her and Sal are close too, and not just in a friendly way.

Sal tilted his head down a little as he stared at you. “Hm?”

You blinked, your vision becoming less blurry as your vision focused on him. “Uh…Larry wanted me to tell you something.”

He nodded slowly. Sal was half aware of your feelings for him, from what Larry had told him and from how you act when you’re around him. He also didn’t believe Larry, just like how you did. And Sal did like you, he did have feelings for you.

“Eh…” you blinked again, squinting your eyes at him as his gaze only intensified, whether he realized or not. “I like you.”

And those were the three words that confirmed everything. The corner of his lips turned up, his gaze softening as he stared at you. His felt his face get a little red, the tips of his ears going red too.

You felt yourself get nervous at his…well…lack of response. Not even an ‘oh’ or ‘wow’.

“Sal…?” You asked slowly.

He simply stared at you before he moved to take his mask off.

You had seen his face before, he took it off in front of you a while ago. He felt comfortable showing you his face, which in your book was good. Really good.

When his mask was off, he set it beside him before moving closer.

You smiled, admiring him for a moment before you leaned in a little, your lips meeting his scarred ones in a soft and gentle kiss.

“I like you too.”

[torahoes]

(IDOLiSH7) Torao Mido - 16 STAR SIGNS Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator. If you come across any mistakes, feel free to let me know and I will make the necessary corrections.

Haruka Isumi: Torao, you home?

Torao Mido: I’m not a home

Haruka Isumi: You mean you’re not at home!?

Torao Mido: I am though

Haruka Isumi: Which is it!?

Torao Mido: I answered that I ≠ a home

Haruka Isumi: Lmaoo, so you are at home

Torao Mido: Yeah. I’ve got some time before the interview, so I was just relaxing

Torao Mido: What about you? It’s not time for you to come over yet, right?

Haruka Isumi: Actually, I’m near your place

Torao Mido: Huh?

Haruka Isumi: I’m already close by lmaooo

Torao Mido: What are you, Mary-san!? [1]

Haruka Isumi: You know about that? LOL

Torao Mido: You should've said something sooner. I’ll come get you. Where are you?

Haruka Isumi: Just got to your entrance

Haruka Isumi: Can I ring the doorbell?

Torao Mido: Yeah, go ahead

Haruka Isumi: Yaaay! I made it to Torao’s place!

Haruka Isumi: I handed over cake from the Izumi brothers’ shop as a present and am now snapping pics of a very happy-looking Torao

Torao Mido: Stop live-commentating while lying on my couch

Haruka Isumi: I was so excited for your interview I ended up coming early 🥺

Haruka Isumi: Was I a bother? 🥺

Torao Mido: Not at all. But I was wondering what you would've done if I wasn’t home

Haruka Isumi: I would’ve made you rush back home immediately 👌

Torao Mido: You little..... lol

Haruka Isumi: Well, it worked out in the end so who cares! I wanna get to eating the cake together already, so let's just start the interview 😆✌️

Torao Mido: You’re just using me as an excuse to have cake, aren’t you? Well, whatever

Haruka Isumi: Alright, jumping right in, I'm going to ask you four questions related to the "16 STAR SIGNS" project through Rabbit Chat!

Haruka Isumi: First question: Please tell us how you feel about this event!

Torao Mido: IDOLiSH7, Re:vale, TRIGGER, and ŹOOĻ coming together to promote the shop for a whole year honestly made me really happy. It made me realize that we have real worth too. Well, obviously. It would be a problem if we didn't

Torao Mido: Whether I was being celebrated or celebrating someone else, birthdays were no different from any other day for the old me. They just stopped feeling special.

Torao Mido: But after becoming an idol and joining ŹOOĻ, I realized that just the fact that it’s my birthday is enough to make so many people happy. Having a place where I can now properly express my gratitude to the fans who celebrate me makes me genuinely happy

Haruka Isumi: That’s a really nice answer! Seeing you talk so openly about stuff like this makes me happy too

Torao Mido: Me being honest makes you happy?

Haruka Isumi: Well, yeah. I’ve seen you struggle a lot with that, after all

Haruka Isumi: You went to check out the store with Izumi’s older brother too, right? How was it? 😳

Torao Mido: Since I’m already being honest, should I just say it straight?

Haruka Isumi: What is it? Lmao

Torao Mido: Honestly, I was really glad I went. You should go too, Haruka

Torao Mido: Just being on stage isn’t enough to fully grasp it — how many people are celebrating us, how many smiles we’re creating. Seeing it firsthand really drove it home.

Haruka Isumi: Smiles, huh

Haruka Isumi: That girl I made cry at Zero Arena who said she loves us... I wonder if she's smiling now too [2]

Torao Mido: Yeah, I hope she is. Let’s believe she is

Haruka Isumi: Yeah!

Torao Mido: Mitsuki Izumi said something too. "There may not be a 'right' answer to how we respond to all the love we receive. But this view before us right now is the answer to everything we've done."

Haruka Isumi: Damn… that’s cool as hell…

Torao Mido: Yeah, he's cool

Torao Mido: And there probably isn't just one answer. We’ll lead them to a sight that neither IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, nor Re:vale could ever show them. Let’s struggle forward and figure out what we can do to make that happen.

Haruka Isumi: You're being cool too and that's kinda pissing me off!!!

Torao Mido: Why!? lol

Haruka Isumi: But I kinda like the term ‘struggle forward.’ It fits us — we're not the type who can just be summed up with flowery words

Haruka Isumi: Let’s keep struggling forward, Torao ✊

Haruka Isumi:

Torao Mido: Yeah. The four of us, always.

Torao Mido:

Haruka Isumi: Alright, second question! ✌️ Please tell us which of the displayed visuals you chose as your favorite to sign!

Torao Mido: The RabbiTube one, from when we each took on the challenge of filming a video separately

Haruka Isumi: Whoa, that was unexpected! I thought you’d choose something more sexy

Torao Mido: But I'm always sexy, aren't I

Haruka Isumi: 😐

Haruka Isumi: Why’d you pick that one? 😐

Torao Mido: As we started doing more solo work, we were rarely asked to just be our natural selves. So when I was sought out for who I am, rather than for ŹOOĻ’s usual flashiness, it made me feel happy at the time

Torao Mido: Plus, the four of us watching our videos together afterward was also memorable

Haruka Isumi: I see... that makes sense. That's just the kind of answer I'd expect from you, Torao

Haruka Isumi: We were all still kinda awkward back then, huh? lol

Torao Mido: We'd say stuff like “I feel like we could be friends” or “We already are friends."

Haruka Isumi: We're such a pain in the ass 😂 LMAO

Torao Mido: Hey, I’m not a pain in the ass

Haruka Isumi: You don’t have to say that while looking me in the eye lmaoo

Haruka Isumi: Anyway, now for my own original question! What’s something that makes you think, "Man, I'm so happy right now"?

Torao Mido: That’s a big question...

Haruka Isumi: Yup! You don’t talk about yourself much, so I figured this would be the perfect chance to ask so our fans can hear your answer too 🥹

Torao Mido: Let's see... I haven't really thought about it, but

Torao Mido: Can I just go with my gut?

Haruka Isumi: That's the best way to go!

Torao Mido: Got it

Torao Mido: Probably the four of us singing together

Haruka Isumi: Huh

Torao Mido: Why are you getting flustered when you asked the question?

Haruka Isumi: 'Cause I thought you’d say something like "performing stunts" or whatever instead............

Torao Mido: Of course, that's there too. But for me, the moment I feel the absolute happiest is when the four of us are standing together on stage — when Haruka’s voice resonates throughout the entire venue, Touma’s rap elevates our vocal power to a whole new level, Minami captivates the audience with the music he composed and his expressiveness, and my own ever-evolving performance, that can only be experienced live at our concerts, colors the stage. It's that moment.

Haruka Isumi: UGH !!!! TORAOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!

Torao Mido: What now? And quit putting your feet on my lap

Haruka Isumi: I was just thinking about how I have the greatest teammates ever, okay!? Come on, let me at least have this!! 😼

Torao Mido: I don’t really get it, but.... yeah, I agree with the 'greatest' part

Haruka Isumi: The other two are gonna be so happy when they read this later 🫶

Torao Mido: You may be right. They better enjoy it to the fullest

Haruka Isumi: I can’t wait 🥹 Alright, last question! Please leave a message for your fans!

Torao Mido: Yeah. Thank you for loving every side of me and for always supporting me. I’m truly grateful.

Torao Mido: I joined ŹOOĻ and I learned what it means to be honest with myself. I learned how fun it is to believe in myself and take on new challenges. And then, you all taught me the joy that comes from acting not just for myself, but for others.

Torao Mido: I’ll probably show you a lot of different sides of myself from here on out. But I’m not scared. Because I know that you, and my members, will always believe in me.

Torao Mido: So don’t ever take your eyes off me. I promise, you won't regret it.

Haruka Isumi: Hell yeah, Torao! 👍

Torao Mido: This turned out to be a great interview because of you. Thanks, Haruka

Haruka Isumi: Yaayyy 😊👌 So can I have both slices of cake then? 😊👌

Torao Mido: No way. I like the cakes from this shop too

The End.

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[1] "Mary-san" (メリーさん) is a well-known Japanese urban legend about a haunted doll. The story goes that a girl once owned a doll named Mary, but for some reason, she had to get rid of it. After she does, she starts receiving eerie phone calls from someone saying, "This is Mary. I'm near you." The calls continue, with Mary getting closer each time — "I'm at the train station," "I'm in front of your house," "I'm inside your house." The final call typically ends with, "I'm right behind you."

[2] This is from Antagonistic Quarter Sections 3-4.

[celestialwonders]

tradition. (s.jy + p.sh)

synopsis: you, jake, and sunghoon are besties and go to 7/11. thats it. hooray!!

genre: jake x reader x sunghoon = best friends! fluffy fun friendship! (lil jungwon mention hehe)

wc: 1.4k

a/n: this drabble was entirely inspired by jakehoon’s recent posts, hence the photos. dont mind any errors i wrote this at work this morning and am posting it on my lunch break LOL

~as always, ask box is always open!~

“Yo, do you guys wanna go to 7/11?” Jake perks his head up from the floor of the living room, pausing the action movie he picked out about a half hour ago. It’d been a long week of school work and dance practice, your joints aching with every subtle move as you straighten your posture at his proposition. You kick your feet out from under the plush blanket you had stolen from Sunghoon’s room when you got into their apartment, having fallen into your usual rhythm of getting comfortable for a night in.

“I don’t really feel like getting drunk tonight, Jake. We had such a long practice today, my body can’t really take much more.” Sunghoon groans, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated fashion as you giggle to yourself. Jake playfully slaps his calve at his actions, making Sunghoon wince from the sore spot. “Dude, I don’t want to get drunk, but I do want some snacks. I totally got the munchies.” Jake fully sits himself up from the floor now, turning his upper body towards you and Sunghoon on the couch. His post-shower hair is fluffy and falling over his forehead as he grins towards his two best friends like a little kid awaiting an answer from his parents.

Sunghoon slowly turns to you, giving you a ‘should we?’ kind of look. You throw the warm blanket off yourself with a huff as Jake takes that as a yes. “Let’s go!” He almost chants as he jumps up from the floor, his jacket slouching off his shoulder from the sudden movement before he straightens it out and puts on a cap. You and Sunghoon aren’t as quick to rise from the couch, your muscles aching from the repetitive and intense practice you had today. Your dance team had a big competition coming up, and your dance captain, Jungwon, spared no breaks until he was sure he had drilled you all to the bone. “Come on.” Jake drags out the last syllable as he tugs at Sunghoon’s arm, eager to get out the door. “The corner store isn’t going anywhere dude, don’t rush me.” Sunghoon grumbled as he reluctantly let Jake pull him from his usual spot on the couch.

The three of you have made a perfect trio for the past three years of college. Jake, being the ever-so-social type, was the first to introduce himself to you on audition day during your freshman year, and he was sure to introduce you to his shy friend, Sunghoon, as well. Both you and Sunghoon shared awkward hellos as Jake beamed about how exciting it was to audition for the school’s dance team, quickly warming himself up to you. You weren’t usually the type to get comfortable with strangers, but Jake and Sunghoon had quickly become your go-to guys throughout the audition process and even after the results came out. “I say we should celebrate!” Jake had hooked his arms around both you and Sunghoon’s necks after you all checked the result sheet. And that's how your tiny tradition started, movie night that was always interrupted by a 7/11 run. At first, you all usually picked up soju and mixers, creating your own delicious (or, in Jake’s case, “adventurous”) cocktails to waste the night away together in fits of laughter. As the years have gone on, the items of interest have changed, but your friendship with the two boys stayed consistent.

You’d gotten used to the teasing from other classmates or dance team members, always quick to silence their questions about whether you’re dating one or the other, or both. But it had never been like that for you all, despite being attached at the hip and knowing each other more than you know yourself. They were just your boys. Nothing more, but certainly nothing less. Them being your best friends meant they saw every side of you and saw you through every season of your life, and you for them. There had been a period of time when you had stopped attending your unofficial ‘meetings’, struggling between a controlling situationship and still keeping your best friends close. In the end, you fell right back into rhythm with Jake and Sunghoon, giving them all the dirt they’d missed as you browsed the aisles for the strongest alcohol you could find. Now, a year later, you return once again to the place you all call your second home.

The door chimes as you all greet the store clerk, the aged old man giving you all a familiar smile. You all instantly break off from each other, going to your designated aisles for your treat of the night. Jake makes his way to the ramen aisle as Sunghoon heads to the back of the store for the drink selection. You find yourself ambling through the chips and candy section, grabbing your favorite sour candy before grabbing each of Jake and Sunghoon’s favorite chips. “Yoooo.” You hear Jake call as you make your way towards his voice in the center of the store. You meet Jake where he’s at as he balances three ramen bowls in his arms, Sunghoon already by his side holding two sodas and a juice. You turn your attention to where the boys’ gaze had already fallen and almost drop your snacks from excitement. “No way! They have it back in stock!” You grinned as Sunghoon slid open the freezer, revealing an array of ice creams. Ice creams that include your absolute favorite: a strawberry bar covered in crunchy rice pebbles.

Jake is quick to grab one for you, having placed the ramen bowls on an empty spot on the shelving behind you. He reaches over in front of Sunghoon to grab himself an ice cream bar, cutely squishing his face between the two packagings. “Stop that, you’re gonna make them melt.” Sunghoon lightheartedly swats Jake's shoulder, making the shorter laugh as he lowers the ice cream. “Oh, so are you saying I'm hot?” He jeers as Sunghoon rolls his eyes, as he usually does with Jake. You can’t help but laugh at Jake’s joke. Despite how stupid you knew it was, it makes Jake beam with pride, knowing he can always count on you to laugh with him.

Sunghoon joins you on your side, peering over the freezer at his possible choices, mulling them over. Now it’s Jake’s turn to roll his eyes as he lets out an exasperated sigh as Sunghoon still ponders his choices. “Now you’re the one that’s gonna make our ice cream melt, hurry it up!” You playfully jest before Jake can, making him hold his stomach in a fit of giggles. “Alright alright.” Sunghoon shushes the two of you, grabbing a small cup of Häagen-Dazs ice cream. “This’ll do.” He proudly shows off his choice as Jake runs off to grab a basket for all your selections.

“You know, at the rate we’re going,” Sunghoon starts as the two of you start to gather your things back up. “We’re gonna have to keep this tradition going for the rest of college.” He laughs to himself. Jake is back at your side, basket in hand. “Shoot, at this rate, we’re gonna have to keep this going till we have our own families!” You pitch in, making the two boys laugh. “Nah, at this rate, we’re gonna have to just include our families and keep this going for the rest of our lives!” Jake triumphantly shouts as the three of you make your way to the self-checkout counter.

As the boys begin scanning and bagging the items, bickering among themselves over the ‘right way’ to bag the items, you can’t help but stand back and smile to yourself. Just the idea of continuing this tradition, one day inviting your future spouse and children, makes your heart swell with unexplainable happiness. You aren’t really sure where the three of you were headed in life, still so many things to figure out and discover about yourselves. But one thing was certain: you’ll always find your way back to your boys, and in return, you’ll always find yourselves back at 7/11.

[rat-n-atty]

The last gift 🎁

Animation and some soppy rambling from yours truly!

( featuring in order, @stillnothereforanyrealreason @hyperbaguette @chaosisunderratedd @fandomgoesahhhhhhhhh @echostarsys @livzees (Hi wife!) @sakuwura-meow-meow @xcoffeebomb @cookiepopcat @axelcx11z @coralalala64 @tiredsmashbros @its-a-me-mango @libbytwq @bear-boi-5 @bluestrawberrybunny @briandraws )

BOOM!

REDESIGNS ONCE AGAIN ONLY THIS TIME ATTY APPARENTLY HAS LOST HER WRISTS (jk, but now her hands float for some reason, not Rats tho...)

Okay now it's time for me to rant about all the wonderful people I have made in the animation :D

@stillnothereforanyrealreason , @hyperbaguette and @chaosisunderratedd y'all are...the best friends I had ever got the chance of meeting. We have been through the deepest shit ever in our life and yet we all still managed to still be friends and that really surprises me. You guys are my truest friends that I don't mind rambling about redeemable villains with or maybe even share some shitty humor or go to y'all for some art inspiration but overall just have a really fun time.

I want to thank you for all these crazy 2 years we have been friends for and hopefully we still continue that crazy questionable bond 💜💜💜

@fandomgoesahhhhhhhhh and @echostarsys y'all are a bunch of freaks tbh /silly but you're bestest mates that I could ever ask for! I love hanging out with you guys and yapping about who knows what whether it be Smg4 or it be your Aus! I love how passionate you two are and I love how you guys support my own small projects as well! You guys have made me feel comfortable talking about my interests in a really long time and I just want to thank you for that 💜💜💜

You guys are amazing and I hope you two never stop being you (except maybe Tari...stop being rude /silly/j)

@livzees HI WIFE YOU LOVABLE BEST PERSON I HAVE EVER MET YOU!!!!!! You are the best person I have ever had the chance to meet and get to know! You're super funny and your art is really cool and I love all that you do and create including your Rivalry Au! You don't mind if I yap too much or send you the dumbest things, you make me feel seen and noticed and I am so happy I can be silly with you (considering I proposed with an onion ring)

Seeing you pop up on my screen makes my day and being with you in VC trying to make you laugh at my dumb jokes makes me happy! I love you sm (/p) and always keep being your amazing lovable you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

@sakuwura-meow-meow , @cookiepopcat and @xcoffeebomb YOU GUYSSSSSS UGHHH WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?????? You 3 are the coolest people ever in my eyes, even though I tend to make fun of you a lot...you mean a lot to me. You listened, you laughed, and you supported me when I felt like no was. You made me feel like I belong and that I mattered.

You all helped me get out of my shell which I am grateful for (but you should also be terrified about too, I have breeched containment and cannot be held for much longer /hj) I hope you 3 never stop being your amazing selves and I hope you know that you all hold a very special place in my half dead bitchy heart ❤️❤️❤️

@axelcx11z and @coralalala64 YOUUUU!!!! THE SILLIES!!!! YES YOU!!! YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!!!! I'll have to admit...talking to you guys at first was so nerve-racking for me because I look up to y'all but after some chats...I realize y'all are just a bunch of the silliest people ever lol but I love that about yous.

Cora, you are the first person I saw on my page and instantly had to follow because I thought your art style was so cool and I think your Aus and your own characters and creatures (as deadly as they can be, one of them gave me rabies /hj) is the wonderful silly aspect about you that I love 🫴👑✨

Axel, you're the chilliest guy I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and I love how you even consider me your doppelganger considering how little we interact lol (sorry, I'm just too shy) . I still totally love all that you do tho no matter what fandom you're in; I fell in love with your style when I first saw it so never stop creating dude 🫴👑✨

@tiredsmashbros , @its-a-me-mango and @libbytwq or as I call you, the holy Smg4 Trinity /silly. It was such an honor to finally meet you all in the TSB server but to be honest I was also on the verge of having a panic attack because I was overwhelmed being surrounded by a bunch of people I look up to the most. I know I'm not active much and I barely have anything to say (unless it's about AJR or my cursed hear me outs) But I absolutely enjoyed any interaction I got.

You guys are the biggest inspirations in my life and I hope that one day I'll be able to achieve what you do (but not today lol) you guys are awesome, I love your rants and your complicated lore and most of all, I love your art and I hope you never stop doing what you love 🫴👑👑👑✨✨✨

@bear-boi-5 HI! HELLO! IT'S ME! YOU ARE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE I LOOKED UP TO! When I first joined Tumblr, I remember your pretty little masked face /silly showing up on my screen and I immediately saw and loved it! You are such a master at traditional art and I love how detailed it is and how cool it looks!

When you first made fanart of my Smg5 I was absolutely shook considering at the time I was still a fairly small creator with only like 50 followers lmao but I want to thank you, if you didn't draw my Smg5 I probably wouldn't have drawn her much either assuming that people just hated her.

Meeting you in the TSB server was the coolest thing in my life because you're one chill dude and I hope that maybe when I overcome my overbearing shyness we could get to know each other better lol

🫴👑✨

@bluestrawberrybunny and @briandraws Brian, you're a freak /pos like HOW???? HOW DO YOU HAVE THE TIME, AND THE PASSION AND THE ENERGY FOR WHAT YOU DO???? Honestly if I ever had the amount of energy you have, I would be in a bloody coma. You are the first person I ever had the chance of actually connecting with a Tumblr moot (and realizing how unhinged they are /hj) but I just wanted to say thank you for tolerating me this long lol. Your an amazing artist and even an amazing author (even though I think you should be sentenced to a mental hospital for flooding the server about your Marware obsession /j )

And you! Blue! I love all your work as well! I love apprenticeship and I love your tangents! Having you and meeting you in the server has been a treat but it's also nerve racking because I'm still shy lol. I think your art is so cute and I hope you never stop!

🫴👑👑✨✨

Because of the song I couldn't add as many people as I wanted but here are some honorable mentions!

@deltaruinedcoco37 @purpdrawsthings @hamlos @chaoticlad @bow-and-aro-child @theartistisme43 @b-r-i-n-g-x @grinnames @strange0-0storm @goofy-goobers-things @arco-doodles @artist-heart83 @sspacesillyy @hi-imlooneybirdie @pisschxn @rainstormsart and PLENTY MORE BUT TUMBLR FUCKING HATES ME SO IF YOU SEE THIS THEN I LIKE YOU TOO

I love all that you guys do wether that be art or writing or theories or ANYTHING ELSE just know that you'll always have a supporter 🫴👑✨

Now this brings me to the end of my birthday party sadly, I hope y'all liked it and I hope y'all didn't eat all of my birthday cake and thank you for all the birthday art and wishes but before y'all go...

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

The many joys of sharing your birthday with a holiday, it's often overlooked lol but I hope you guys enjoy it whether you're alone or you have a partner. Practice self love too because you're also important ❤️❤️❤️

Okay that's it

BI Y'ALL!

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Curufin With A Smitten Reader Would Include…

A/N: Wanted to do a little surprise today and treat all the Curufin lovers to a nice piece about him. Also based on a conversation I had over here ➽ ASK. And, Valentine’s Day was just two days ago, so it made sense for him to have so much attention lol

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• Curufin was used to admiration—whether it was for his craft, his skill in battle, or simply being the son of Fëanor, there was never a shortage of people who either respected or feared him. But you? You were something else entirely. You didn’t just admire him—you practically worshipped the ground he walked on, and he was absolutely thriving off it.

• It started off amusing to him. He caught you watching him a little too intently while he worked on some intricate piece of metalwork, and when he looked up, instead of feigning indifference like a normal person, you just sighed dreamily and muttered, “Your hands are wasted on mere steel.” He had to pause his work entirely, torn between laughter and sheer delight at the audacity of it.

• “Oh? And what, pray tell, should they be doing instead?” He leaned forward slightly, intrigued, half expecting you to get embarrassed. You didn’t. You simply said, “Holding me.” The arrogance. The sheer confidence. He decided right then and there that he was keeping you.

• If he ever needed an ego boost (not that he would ever admit to such a thing), he would simply go to you. It was guaranteed that whatever he was doing, you would find it spectacular. Sharpening a blade? “You make it look so elegant.” Giving orders? “Your voice could command the stars.” Even just existing? “I swear the air is sweeter when you’re near.” It didn’t matter if he was being ruthless or sarcastic—your response was always adoration, and he drank it in like fine wine.

• He loved seeing how effortlessly you prioritised him in everything. If he was speaking, you were listening, hanging on every word like it was a revelation from Eru himself. If he had an idea, you supported it without question, often embellishing it with some flowery praise about his brilliance. And if anyone dared speak against him in your presence? Oh, you would defend him with the fervour of a zealot.

• “You’re ridiculous,” he told you once, watching as you argued on his behalf with a stubborn Noldo who dared question his methods. You turned to him, all righteous fury, and said, “No, they are ridiculous for doubting you.” He stared at you for a moment, then simply pulled you close and kissed you, because what else could he do?

• He found it endlessly entertaining how you always managed to spin his worst traits into something admirable. He was ruthless? No, he was determined. He was sharp-tongued? No, he was eloquent. He was arrogant? No, he simply knew his worth. You once told him, with complete sincerity, “You’re not arrogant—you’re just burdened with accuracy.” He defined had to sit down after that one.

• You became something of a menace to his brothers as well. Celegorm was used to people flattering Curufin, but he wasn’t used to it being this relentless. One time, after a particularly long string of your praises, Celegorm just groaned and said, “Do you even hear yourself? You sound like a lovesick bard.” Without missing a beat, you replied, “At least bards have taste.”

• You were, to put it simply, a devoted enabler. If Curufin had an idea, no matter how outrageous, you supported it wholeheartedly. If he wanted to make an impossibly intricate piece of jewellery, you encouraged him. If he suggested an elaborate strategy, you were already making plans. Even when he was scheming, you didn’t bat an eye.

• “Are you truly alright with this?” he asked once, watching you as he detailed some cunning plan. Most people would have hesitated, but you just smiled and said, “I trust you.” There was something almost terrifying about your blind faith in him, but he wasn’t about to complain.

• You had a habit of watching him like he was the most fascinating thing in Arda. Whether he was crafting, strategising, or just standing there, you always looked at him as if he personally hung the stars in the sky. It was a gaze he never quite got used to, but he never wanted it to stop.

• “What are you staring at?” he asked once, half-amused, half-smug, as he caught you watching him work. You just sighed and said, “Perfection.” He nearly ruined the piece he was working on.

• It didn’t matter how long you were together—your admiration for him never wavered. Even when he was at his worst, when others turned away in fear or doubt, you remained steadfast. If anything, you admired him even more when he was sharp and unyielding.

• “You should be careful,” someone warned you once. “Curufin is not an easy man.” You just smiled and said, “Then it’s a good thing I don’t want easy.” When Curufin heard about it later, he just shook his head and muttered, “You are utterly impossible.” But the way he kissed you after said otherwise.

• Your devotion was so unwavering that even Fëanor, for all his pride, had to take note. He once watched as you waxed poetry about Curufin’s skill and said dryly, “Are you certain you are not one of mine?” Curufin, to his credit, simply smirked and pulled you closer. “Too late, father,” he said. “They’re mine.”

• Even in battle, you were a force of nature, not because you were the strongest, but because you fought like someone with something to prove. If Curufin was on the battlefield, you were by his side, defending him with a passion that even his own kin couldn’t match. It was both impressive and slightly alarming.

• “You fight like a mad thing,” he told you once, after you had quite literally thrown yourself into danger for him. You just grinned and said, “Well, if I die, I’ll haunt you, so you’re stuck with me either way.” He didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh.

• You had a habit of collecting things he made, as if they were holy relics. If he so much as discarded a half-finished design, you were there, scooping it up like it was a lost Silmaril. “You do realise that’s flawed, don’t you?” he said once, watching you examine a ring he had deemed unworthy. You just smiled and said, “Everything you touch is gold to me.” He scoffed, but he didn’t take it away from you.

• Your presence became something he relied on more than he cared to admit. For all his confidence, for all his cunning, there was something grounding about having you there, endlessly loyal, endlessly devoted. Others might have called you a fool for it, but he knew better. He knew that kind of loyalty was rare, and he would never take it for granted.

• “You’re dangerous,” he murmured one night, watching as you curled up beside him, looking at him as if he was your entire world. You smiled and said, “Only for you.” And for once, he had no clever reply—only the quiet, undeniable realisation that he had never been more adored in his life.

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Catching Up: Love for Love's Sake (Ep 3)

Other Reacts: Ep 1 Ep 2

Fair warning: This episode was a a journey of misinterpretation.

As we head into episode 3, I'm still in the clown car that debuffs are happening to Yeowoon on the regular even when Myung-ha is not around. I know I'm probably wrong, but I haven't convinced my brain to give up on the idea just yet.

We ended episode 2 with Myung-ha/Yeowoon returning from the hospital to find Sangwon chilling on what is essentially Yeowoon's porch. That can't make Yeowoon happy. The boy needs rest and having a hostile almost stranger camping outside of your house can't be restful.

Anyways, let episode 3 begin!

We're picking up right where we left off - in a standoff on the rooftop.

Sangwon tells Myung-ha that he'll take him home. Myung-ha calls Sangwon out on not having a license. I do appreciate that Myung-ha mentioned having a motorcycle license himself in episode 2 in his conversation with Kyunghoon so it feels purposeful rather than a random plot convenience. I do wonder if he "still" has the license, or if we'll find it that it doesn't exist in this timeline. Doesn't matter at this point though.

Sangwon is a persistent one. He says "Then take me home." Lol. I do like Sangwon's energy here. It reads more playful and catty than bully and jerk.

But Yeowoon obviously doesn't like this energy or situation. He gives Myung-ha an out. Myung-ha had previously said he'd stay with Yeowoon after all.

Myung-ha takes the out, and Sangwon picks up on the silent communication between them. He asks "Are you dating?" I had already decided that Sangwon must be interested in Myung-ha at the end of last episode. If I hadn't, then that question would convince me. That's a pretty big jump in logic. It's definitely not uncommon for friends to spend the night together. Well...maybe it is. It would have been very unusual for me. But it seems really common in dramaland.

Sangwon isn't going to go without a last jab at Yeowoon though. Apparently, there's a competition coming up and Yeowoon qualified instead of bully. Yeowoon defends his ground. He earned his spot. Sangwon basically says "prove it" (in other words). This has frenemy energy written all over it. I LOVE IT.

My running theory was that the episode titles were related to the missions. If that's the case, then the mission for this episode should be related to the affection levels we seen. Myung-ha's was at 0. Yeowoon's was at -100. So is the mission to raise Yeowoon's affection level of himself? Maybe.

Myung-ha has prepared food. My first thought was "where did the ingredients come from?", because we know Yeowoon was suffering from malnutrition. But then I remembered that Yeowoon was carrying a bag on the rooftop. I had assumed it was medicine, but it's possible that it had some ingredients or that it was food they bought that just needed to be warmed up or served.

My second thought was that Yeowoon seems taken aback by the food. It's as if no one had ever made him food previously. He did live with his grandmother, right? Maybe there's more that we don't know yet. Or maybe it's just a big portion size? I have no gauge for that.

Myung-ha asks if Yeowoon wants him to sleep there which chokes Yeowoon up. Myung-ha mimics Yeowoon teasingly. I loved this interaction.

And you can tell that Yeowoon is struggling internally. He definitely is feeling a connection with Myung-ha that he hasn't felt with most other people in his life. He WANTS to rely on Myung-ha. He WANTS to trust Myung-ha. But he's not used to asking for or getting what he wants. I would also guess he's VERY hesitant about whether he actually can trust Myung-ha in the end.

Blustery baby 🥺. Anyways, Myung-ha sees the opening that it is and shoves the door wide open. "Of course I have to sleep before I go."

Another reason to love Myung-ha - he does the dishes 😍. That's an instant win in my book. And as is very typical in this relationship, Myung-ha decides to be very direct.

Yeowoon recognizes this is an odd question. "You asked me what kind of person I like? You're asking about my friends now? Senior, do you think you're my guardian?"

It must seem odd to Yeowoon to have someone caring about him like this, and they really aren't typical questions of a peer. Myung-ha responds "That's not wrong." Lol. There are a few different ways Yeowoon could take that. One would be that Myung-ha cares for him. Another is that Myung-ha feels responsible for him due to the supposed relationship with his grandma. The last would be that Myung-ha feels sorry for him and has taken him on as a "project". Based on his characterization so far, Yeowoon will be hoping it's the first. He'll assume it's probably the second. But he'll be scared that it's the last.

So what does Yeowoon do? Turn the conversation back on Myung-ha. "Are your parents still alive?"

Apparently, they both DO still have a parent alive. Interesting. That means there are abandonment issues in play too....for both of them.

Yeowoon says he wanted to run away too. This line lets us know that he felt trapped by his circumstances.

"No matter how much a 15-year-old child runs, he can never get out of the playground." I'm assuming this is Korean age rather than international age.

This line echoes a lot what Kyunghoon said about himself in episode 2. Which is very interesting indeed. Because Yeowoon is saying he's not like everyone else. He doesn't share their interests. They're not worried about caring for a sick grandma or paying rent.

If halmeoni has been badly sick for a long time, that may explain the food bit earlier. She may not have been making meals. Yeowoon may have had to do most of that work. Actually, that's not right. Myung-ha said she cooked some type of dish when it rained and sold vegetables during episode 1. 🤔 I'll think on that later.

For now, I'm more interested in the parallel here between Yeowoon and Kyunghoon. On the surface, it would seem like they don't have anything in common. Kyunghoon isn't an athlete. He definitely has money. But they both feel like they're different from others and not in a good way.

Yeowoon obviously looks up to Myung-ha. He recognizes that Myung-ha has seemed to cope and deal in a way that he hasn't managed himself. Myung-ha responds by hugging him. I don't understand how the hug answers this question. I have to pause for a work meeting anyways. It'll give me time to think. (pause)

Ok. Anyone who follows my blog closely knows that this hug sent me into a bit of a tailspin. I could NOT figure it out. A big thank you to the MANY people who either replied, reblogged with their thoughts or sent me messages. You all are rockstars. You helped get my brain unstuck so that I could move forward.

So apparently Gaga has different subtitles for that previous section, and the hug makes a lot more sense to me in response to "What would you do, Sunbae?" Let's resume.

The power gets cut off. Myungha asks how they'll shower. That quip cracks the tension of the conversation and lightens the tone. This show really does a great job of balancing these super serious moments/conversations with light-hearted ones. Yeowoon smiles.

Later that night, Yeowoon asks if Myungha ever thinks about his mom. After all, she abandoned him. Myungha confirms that you still miss them. Trauma doesn't disappear. My mind immediately goes to my grandfather, but I know that's because we had the one year anniversary of his death just a few days ago. No one acknowledged it in our family gatherings this week, but it was an unspoken elephant in the room. Suicide has large impacts on the people left behind, and no one processes it quite the same way.

Anyways, the important point for the show is that Myungha slipped. He mentioned his actual age. Yeowoon seems disturbed by the thought that he'll still miss them that many years later.

We cut to Sangwon running into Kyunghoon's sister? I think it's Kyunghoon's sister. I don't remember what she looks like that much. Sangwon calls himself a crazy bus. I kind of love that. He mentions that his "boss doesn't pay him". Is his boss Kyunghoon's sister? She says that "food costs more". This feels like some type of dialogue about their relationship to each other. I'm not confident in that though. Actually...wait. Is his MOM his "boss"? They had said she was a CEO. That feels right.

Kyunghoon's sis asks why he didn't ride his motorcycle. Sangwon says he doesn't have a license. But why does that matter now?

Sangwon seems endeared by this action on Myungha's part. It could be seen as nagging, but it's also a sign of care. It makes me wonder if that's a rarity in Sangwon's life too.

👀 Sangwon is wearing a divine sweater. I love the deep v-cut. I can't tell if I'd like the fabric, but I love how it looks. Anyways, Sangwon and the sis are now talking about some type of smelly product.

This dialogue gave me quite a bit of information. First off, it does make it seem like Sangwon's mom was the boss he was talking about. It would make sense that she didn't pay him. He obviously doesn't need to work outside of family obligations anyways. And this shows that he's been the model for the company's brand. Second, this shows that Yeowoon is promising in running even if he doesn't like it. Third, it's showing that Myungha's interference has set some different possibilities into motion. Because things like modeling contracts were definitely not in the original story for Yeowoon.

Sangwon is not happy with the development.

We cut to Myungha on a bus. He's obviously looking for Yeowoon, but Sangwon takes the seat next to him. Myungha seems a bit annoyed. He calls him "no driver's license" and asks why Sangwon sat next to him. I don't think it's that he's really annoyed by Sangwon. I think it's just that he was hoping to have Yeowoon sit next to him. Sangwon isn't deterred though. He seems pleased that Myungha has given him a nickname. Sangwon asks Myungha again if there's something between him and Yeowoon. Myungha scoffs. "Is there something between us then?". Myungha isn't looking at Sangwon's face, but it's clearly written all over it that he wants there to be something between them. I am a little confused by how quickly he seems smitten by Myungha. As I said, I initially thought it was just a type of hero worship, but this seems like more than that. But they've had very few interactions. It is high school though, and Sangwon is a teenager. What am I saying? I'm a shallow pan myself. Attraction hits me hard and fast. I have no right to judge how quickly ANYONE gets smitten.

We've entered the Love Supremacy Zone. That means Yeowoon has boarded the bus. Myungha is still looking for him while Sangwon is getting annoyed about being ignored. "Why is everyone praising him when he can't even run that well? Don't you feel bad for me?"

NOOOOO!

You don't say that on a public bus when Yeowoon is probably within earshot. He heard, didn't he? If he did, this will confirm exactly what Yeowoon was afraid about. He doesn't want to be pitied. 😭😭😭 He also is a private person. He isn't going to like Myungha talking about how hard is life is to others. Crap. This isn't going to go well. My heart hurts for Yeowoon at this point.

All of the students start to get off of the bus. We eventually see Yeowoon disembarking. He gives a dead-eyed look to Myungha. Yep. He heard. Guarantee it. 🥺 He didn't even bother to respond to Myungha's call.

The game interface starts calculating affection level. Will it go down? I actually doubt it. Yeowoon respects Myungha. What this WILL do? Make him feel even worse about himself. It sucks when people feel sorry for you. Yeowoon has got to be wondering if he's not worth anything outside of Myungha's pity. He was already at -100 though. I don't know if that can go lower. What's the game's scale?

Ok. Myungha is indeed still at 0, but Yeowoon is definitely not in the mood to talk to him.

My cutie is on screen. It immediately makes me smile. Kyunghoon is texting his "friend". Apparently it's someone who went to study abroad but will be back soon. I smell trouble.

We cut to Myungha at a cafe with sis. Why is he at a cafe with sis? Oh ok. Kyunghoon is here too. I can't decide if I like sis or not. She seems arrogant, but she also seems to care about Kyunghoon. The jury is still out.

Sis asks how Myungha can be friends with both Kyunghoon and Sangwon. Myungha quickly says he's not close to crazy Sangwon. Oh, this is a job "interview" of sorts. Kyunghoon had said he'd help him find work.

Myungha is getting work as a filming assistant. He reassures Kyunghoon that he can do it. Sis asks if he's done it before, and he says "something similar maybe?" I'll probably check the Gaga sub on that line later. It feels like there's more to it. But the bigger thing is that this might be the first hint in a long time about what Myungha's "real" life included.

Yeowoon is calling. Interesting. I hadn't expected him to call first. It's going to hurt his feelings that Myungha basically put him off. This was an olive branch, and it's been refused. I doubt he'll try again. If he heard Myungha on the bus, then this call probably took a lot for him in the first place.

Anyways, Sis is immediately interested that Myungha knows Yeowoon. He asks Myungha to help her meet him.

And just like that, sis has decided that Myungha is ok. Fangirl indeed.

Myungha's watching the running. Sangwon sits beside him. He says he's going to join the practice. I guess he meant join in on watching the practice. It looked like Yeowoon stumbled a bit.

Sangwon says he can run as fast as Yeowoon. Myungha basically says don't just run your mouth. Do it if you can.

LOL. Sangwon is just excited that Myungha used his name. He's taking that as a cue that he needs to keep pushing buttons. "You call people by their names when you're angry." I can't tell if Myungha was actually angry/irritated or not. It just seemed absent minded to me as if he'd rather focus on Yeowoon's running than the conversation with Sangwon. I could easily be missing something in the language usage though.

Sangwon is now delivering the needed information about the big race coming up. Yeowoon needs a good result to qualify for tryouts for the national competition, but his times are slowing. Myungha calls Sangwon out "Do you think that's fun?" Sangwon's like "no" BUT "you only look at me when I talk about Cha Yeowoon".

Ok. Now Myungha's tone is definitely dripping with annoyance. "If you want to die, then go on like this, Sangwon." I guess he really was annoyed earlier. He used Sangwon's name again.

Yeowoon looks over. The optics are not good here. Did Myungha ever return Yeowoon's call? If not, then this is even worse. Myungha is sitting on the bench watching him with Sangwon. This is going to mess with Yeowoon's head. It's going to feel to Yeowoon like Myungha actually wants to spend time with Sangwon instead of him. We know that's not the case, but Yeowoon doesn't. This is going to be a crappy feeling for him, but I'm going to have to be careful not to self-project here. It absolutely sucks when the people you value don't give you the same amount of value. You don't want to feel like someone's project or that you only get included because someone felt sorry for you.

Myungha calls out, and Yeowoon walks off again. I'm sure some viewers got frustrated by Yeowoon constantly walking off. However, I understand Yeowoon a lot here. I'd walk off too - especially when I was younger. Better to cut the relationship off than keep asking for your heart to be trampled. I'm less likely to walk off now, but it's hard to make myself keep trying. I have enough problems with family. I don't really need the "optional" relationships hurting me too.

Myungha runs after him. Yeowoon mentions that he had asked Myungha not to come to practice. He doesn't want Myungha to see him struggling.

He doesn't want Myungha's pity. He doesn't want Myungha to see him as someone who is struggling. I'm going to get back on my soapbox about suicide prevention here and say that this is VERY common for many people who are dealing with issues of self-worth. When someone is in a dark place, it is easy for the struggles of life to become entangled with their personal value.

I don't think I've mentioned it yet, but my brother has always struggled with depression and has had bouts of suicidal ideation. I'm always feel relieved when my brother is openly discussing his struggles with me, because that means he's still letting me in. It means he sees it as a problem that can be solved or that venting makes him feel better. Most of the time that means he's not seeing the problem as an extension of his own value. When do I get worried? When he stops letting me see his vulnerabilities. That's always preceded the darker times for him.

My brain just wandered through....a lot. I'm going to have to walk away. (pause)

Three days later, and we're back.

Myungha reassures Yeowoon that it doesn't matter if you're doing well or not. But oof...that's not the issue. It's not actually about the running. This statement is not the reassurance Myungha thinks it is. My brother explained to me once that these statements just felt condescending and like I was trying to "fix him" rather than walk alongside him. This is especially true if Yeowoon heard the bus comment.

Yeowoon says "I know" and walks off. He's closing himself off. Barriers are being put up.

I've just realized that there is ANOTHER interpretation of this entire scene and a lot of the things so far this episode. If Yeowoon HAS started developing romantic feelings for Myungha, then he also wouldn't want him to see him at his worst. He would also be upset about Myungha hanging out with Sangwon. It's not the interpretation I've went with so far, but it's a viable one based on the evidence so far.

We're calculating affection level for Myungha again. I can't decide if this will impact affection or not. We have the bus conversation, the brush off with the phone call, hanging out with Sangwon, and then this statement that's going to feel like Myungha doesn't understand him. I don't have a good read though. As I just said, I've realized my entire interpretation may have been off at this point. We're in the midst of very complicated feelings.

It didn't show us the result. I wonder if that's because the show chose not to show it (and will reveal it later), because Yeowoon got too far away, or because Yeowoon is still trying to figure it out himself. Actually, I like that last thought. That the interface is doing the "calculating" thing when Yeowoon is trying to process his feelings about Myungha. That feels right.

We cut to Yeowoon remembering "Do you want ice cream?" I feel a bit affirmed by the dialogue here. I had said earlier that I thought that was what Yeowoon would be feeling. But I'm actually distracted by the stick. Did he go get ice cream? That might lean into the interpretation that romantic feelings have begun. I'm now in a dilemma of multiple interpretations.

Myungha sends a text asking about the competition. Myungha has been sending a bunch of texts that never got responses. Yeowoon responds to this one though. "Don't come."

They do a close-up shot of the worn out shoes followed by the stick. It's important for some reason. If it's an ice cream stick, that makes sense. It doesn't LOOK like an ice cream stick to me, but maybe they're a different shape in other places. If it's not an ice cream stick, I don't know. And even if it is an ice cream stick, EITHER interpretation still stands. Ugh.

Myungha is back with sis. Guess I need to get used to her. It looks like she's going to be taking a bigger role than I initially thought. I'm missing cutie Kyunghoon. Sis asks Myungha if he's texting his girlfriend. Myungha's like "No. When are you free?" I swear Myungha says things in a way that are bound to be misinterpreted half of the time. But it's hilarious, because he's actually very direct. His brain is just in a different place/conversation than everyone else's most of the time. And it's a bit genius because that's pretty much the premise of the show. He IS from a different place. He DOES have a bigger picture that he's working within.

Myungha has come to bully who I guess I need a new nickname for at this point. He's asking what Yeowoon likes. That's an interesting call, but it makes sense in a weird way. For Yeowoon to have such a strong dislike to bully, that means they have had more and closer interactions than most other people have with Yeowoon. I still wonder if there's a friendship history in the past. We're back on the shoes. This makes me think the question was actually "What do you think he WOULD like?" I really might need to switch to Gaga.

Myungha has decided to get shoes. I'm glad they realize that you shouldn't wear new shoes to a competition. That would be a disaster. Sis the fangirl wants to pick out the shoes.

Sangwon interrupts. Apparently, he's been smoking and Myungha calls him out on it.

I'm so glad Sangwon is in this show. I love his playful energy. Myungha complains to Sis and she starts spraying Sangwon with perfume. I may have to think about why I'm not vibing with Sis as much. Objectively, she's doing everything right for me to like her. She's growing on me at least. She's at neutral at this point.

Myungha has earned some money. He missed a call from Yeowoon. I'm shocked. Beyond shocked that Yeowoon called him again. Maybe I was more doom and gloom earlier than was warranted. This call could be positive based on one interpretation, or it could mean that Yeowoon has thought things through and reached a decision.

AH. Ok. That makes sense. He's returning a call. I had seen the urgent text, but I didn't think much of it. Myungha had obviously been texting a lot, and I don't trust the subtitles fully at this point.

Yeowoon calls Myungha out for using "urgent" when it isn't necessary. And yes, I do know the story about the boy who cried wolf. This does NOT bode well. It could mean that Yeowoon will ignore an actual urgent message in the future or that at least someone will ignore an urgent message in the future. In a plotline involving potential suicidal thoughts, that could be disastrous. Even if it's not foreshadowing, this will erode some trust. Remember, Yeowoon wanted someone he could "rely" on.

Yeowoon says he's at Myungha's house. Myungha's like "really?"

Shots fired. Yeowoon says "I'm not like you. I don't lie." That said, Yeowoon is being direct with Myungha here which is nice to see again. It also means that he cared and was worried enough that he came rushing over to Myungha.

I love how Myungha defuses the situation with humor and Yeowoon responds in kind. The playful energy is back between them at least for the moment.

That said - as a very kinky person, I'm trying not to be distracted by the other places this line immediately took my brain. This is the wrong show for that type of thinking.

Not being familiar with buses, the red warning light/buzzer had me concerned that the bus had broken down. Apparently that's just the "stopping" signal though. I love the "countdown" to entering the Love Supremacy Zone. The camerawork has went soft and filtered and the music is more sweet and tender as well. These are romance genre signals. I'm feeling good about this at the moment.

And the "blinding light of love" confirms it. We have clearly entered romance territory. Now I just need to decide how much I was self-projecting and layering on my own experiences earlier vs. how much of the earlier parts of this episode were just classic romance setup that I overthought. For now, I'll just enjoy the cute. We are headed towards cute right?

And the ice cream is back! He bought the flavor that Myungha likes. Ice cream really is a great food symbol for affection. It's sweet (and ahem...a bit suggestive). But if you don't take care of it, it melts and is no good anymore.

And we now have a sniff test. Smell is such a weird sense. For people with extremely good smell, it's almost like a curse. That's my husband. Then we have people like my oldest son. He's almost anosmic. There are very few things that he smells. He'd never have clocked the perfume.

Anyways, Yeowoon seems upset that Myungha may have been hanging out with a girl. Yeah, I definitely took the middle part of this episode too seriously. We're solidly into the building of romantic feelings. I'll blame my own mental state for missing that cue somewhere. I'm also wondering whether Yeowoon actually heard Myungha on the bus. I was assuming yes due to standard tropes of dramas. But it no longer feels that way. Hmm.

Si-a calls Myungha. Myungha puts him on speaker. She refers to him as Oppa and asks him about meeting. Yeowoon misinterprets and decides to leave. Myungha is oblivious as to why Yeowoon is upset. I'm annoyed, because that's a call purely made to make the plot move along this way. We all know that would be a text if there wasn't more to the conversation than that.

Myungha shares the ice cream with his grandmother. It does look like the stick earlier was an ice cream stick.

Halmeoni asks Myungha if he has a girlfriend. And then "why not?" Lol. That's such a grandmother type of conversation.

Excuse me while I gloat a bit internally. I told you all earlier that this is what makes ice cream such a great symbol. Just like in relationships, timing is important when it comes to ice cream.

We're now shoe shopping with sis, and I only have one question on my mind. WHERE IS KYUNGHOON? I miss him.

Yeowoon is ignoring texts again. Myungha is rightfully frustrated, but I understand both sides of this "not a fight".

Myungha picked well. I would have chosen the blue too.

Does the kdrama adage of it being bad luck to buy your partner shoes apply to BLs too? Isn't a superstition of sorts that the person will run away/leave you? It used to be a common bit of dialogue in Kdramas, but it's been a while since I've seen it mentioned in a show.

Yeowoon asks why he's giving him the shoes.

Wrong answer. Simple as that. For someone in Yeowoon's situation, that is the WRONG answer.

We're calculating, and we've made a decision.

The fun part of the gaming aspect is that it means Myungha can immediately realize something went wrong. Because giving a gift should not result in a negative affection score unless the person didn't like it. The gamer in me is LOVING this aspect. There's an added aspect in the show since the dislike is about the motivation rather than the gift itself, but it's the same principle as a lot of games.

Dang. We dropped to -60. Same as bully. We're dropping FAST. This is BAD. That means a debuff curse is incoming right?

Eesh. We're now at -99. This is a plummet of affection.

Sangwon was smoking. Apparently his mom is at school. He sold his motorcycle? He also said "a long time ago". I didn't realize we had THAT much time pass since the beginning of this episode.

We're back to a stand-off between Yeowoon and Sangwon. Sangwon has spotted the shoes. Sangwon insults Yeowoon. Yeowoon tells him to stop trying to pick a fight. I know it has to hurt Yeowoon's pride, but I do appreciate that he recognizes that Sangwon is trying to pick a fight.

Even so...there are certain lines you do not cross. Yeowoon does make a move. This has to feel like salt in the wound for Yeowoon. Myungha intervenes, but he drags Sangwon away.

Yeowoon will perceive this as rejection. How could he not? He'll see this as Myungha protecting Sangwon. Personally, I figure Myungha was pulling Sangwon out to berate him. Does the "he doesn't hit kids" still apply? If not, then Sangwon might be getting ready to get hit. Myungha is going to recognize that something hurtful and personal was said if Yeowoon reacted that strongly.

We cut to the warm up for the competition. Yeowoon is staring at his shoes.

The music has a bit of a jarring quality to it. I keep hoping something will intervene otherwise this may not go well. Will he hear some news about Myungha? Something that makes him realize he needs to run well.

Oh no. He's frozen at the starting line. They did an excellent job of creating tension in this scene.

He starts remembering Myungha's question "Have you ever been happy?"

Then he hears his name. Oooh. I LOVE that it took him a second to realize that his name was being called in real life.

Myungha yells "Run!"

AHHH! This was such a good moment. Will there be a debuff cast? I really want to go ahead and start episode 4. But I don't know that I have time tonight. It's already 3 in the morning. Not that it's stopped me before. It's the beginning of the week. I rarely accomplish a lot on Mondays anyways. It'll be fine. Lol.