#trying to be positive out here bestie

[mini-and-mighty]

[quitedisastrous]

i wish i could just do nothing for a few days straight. maybe even just sleep for a few days straight. sooo excited for constant misery over the next 20 days

ranting in the tags. i would just scroll past if i were you

[ishq-itar]

<3

[angeltism]

school is pissing me offffff really bad and i am getting overwhelmed reaaaal bad too

[astrolook]

Moon in the houses

Moon in the 1st House: Emotions? Yeah, I’m wearing them like a neon sign.

Mood Swings? Who Needs a Weather App? – One minute, you're on cloud nine, ready to conquer the world, and everyone around you is like, "Wow, you're so inspiring!" . The next minute, you're in a full-on emotional hurricane, and people are like, “Uh, is everything okay?” Yep, they can literally see the storm clouds forming.

You’re basically an emotional X-ray for anyone who needs to know how you're feeling. Super helpful in knowing exactly where you stand.

You have the perfect built-in therapist, your mom, who never asks for a copay and always responds with “I love you, sweetie.”

Moon in 1st gives you a youthful young face. If a man, could be a mama boy. On the flip side, mommy could be overbearing.

When you're happy, you radiate positivity like the sun itself. You make everyone around you feel like they’ve just had a shot of espresso… without the jitters. But when you're in a mood, watch out. It’s like the ocean’s about to swallow up the entire coast. You can go from zero to “I’m emotionally drowning, help!” in 0.3 seconds.

Moon in the 2nd House: The Emotional Shopping Spree - You feel things, and you buy things. Repeat.

When you're feeling happy, it’s like “treat yo' self” day, and suddenly you’ve got 14 new pairs of socks that totally spoke to you in the store. Feeling stressed? Well, it's probably time for a little retail therapy... because nothing says “I’m handling my feelings” like buying a $50 scented candle you’ll never use.

Impulsive purchases. When your emotions take a dive, so does your bank account. "I'm sad, I need a new purse."

When someone asks how you're feeling, your response might just be, "Well, I bought a new jacket, so I’m feeling fabulous."

Your Emotions Are Always on Sale. You're like, “You know what would make me feel even better? A cute new scarf!” Because nothing says “I’m emotionally balanced” like a $15 markdown.

You love investing in things that make you feel good—whether it’s a cozy home, a nice meal, or that perfectly curated playlist you bought (yep, it’s a thing). Your finances are tied to your emotional health like a carefully organized spreadsheet.

Moon in the 3rd House: The Over thinker's Hotline - You think, you feel, you text… then you overthink it all.

Your emotions are running wild and they need to talk. A LOT. Like, you’ll have a deep emotional moment and then immediately text your bestie about it, but also text your mom for a second opinion, and then maybe send a message to a group chat for a third—just to make sure everyone’s on the same emotional page.

You’re the Emotional Wi-Fi of your social circles—always transmitting and receiving feelings, whether anyone asked or not.

You overanalyze everything. Sent a text at 11:30 PM? Now you’re wondering if that emoji you used in your response was “too much.” Did they think you were crying in that voice message, or just, like, “really emotionally engaged”? You end up spiral-commenting under your own messages. "Wait, I wasn’t mad, I swear!" Cue overthinking every single word.

You’re emotionally open, but also maybe one text away from sending an entire novel about your mood swings. If you have a Moon in Aquarius in 3rd house, you are very much into conspiracy theories.

The overthinking is so strong, even Siri gets nervous. “Did I say that correctly? Does it sound too emotional? Let me try that again, Siri, do you think they’ll understand?"

Moon in the 4th House: Home is Where the Feelings Are - Your emotions? Oh, they're all cozy in your emotional fortress… with snacks.

If you're ever feeling down, you know exactly where to retreat: the couch, surrounded by blankets, a mountain of snacks, and probably a weirdly specific playlist of “emotional” songs you know no one else understands.

Your vibe says, "Come on in, let me feed you, and here’s a blanket!" You’re basically the human version of a warm cup of tea.

On the flip side, you can get way too attached to your personal space. Don’t even think about messing with your “comfort zone,” because that zone is sacred. You might find yourself overly attached to places, people, and objects in your home that just... feel right.

If someone says something you don’t like, you might retreat into your home and pretend to reorganize your kitchen for the next four hours. Not because it’s necessary... but because it’s emotionally satisfying.

If there’s food involved and your loved ones nearby, you’re ready for some serious heart-to-hearts.

Moon in the 5th House: The Drama Queen of Feelings - Life’s a stage, and you're always in the mood for a performance.

Your feelings take center stage like you’re auditioning for a Broadway show every single day. You’re all about self-expression, fun, and creating joy—because, let’s face it, life’s too short to not have an emotional karaoke session on a Tuesday night.

Moon in 5th bestows with a girl child. Of course, we need to check whether it is associated with any other planets.

Professions like actor or any artistic professions fits you. You can turn any situation into a joyous celebration and make even the most mundane things feel like a special event.

The flip side? When you're down, it's like the curtains close on the show, and you’re the star in a drama you didn’t sign up for. You may exaggerate your emotions a little (okay, a lot)—an offhand comment from a friend turns into a full-blown emotional musical number. Cue the tears, dramatic exits, and possibly a solo performance on why no one understands your very deep feelings.

You’re basically the person who gets emotionally invested in every movie, reality show, and Instagram post you see and also celebrities.

Moon in the 6th House: The Emotional Overachiever - Feelings? I’ll just organize them into a to-do list.

With the Moon in the 6th House, you take your emotions very seriously—like, spreadsheet-level seriously. You're not just feeling your feelings, you're tracking them, analyzing them, and organizing them with the same precision of a perfectly color-coded calendar.

Your home? Probably a Zen-like temple of organization. You could be a productivity guru and an emotional support animal all rolled into one.

You’re probably the person who compulsively checks your horoscope, wellness app, and to-do list while also making sure you're drinking enough water—because, yes, your emotional health must be on track.

Service - oriented professions.

Probably keeps a journal. Your motto - "Productivity meets therapy!"

Moon in the 7th House: Emotional Rollercoaster + Relationship Drama

You Have a PhD in Relationships – You analyze, you nurture, you feel. Basically, you’re the emotional therapist of every relationship/partnership you’re in.

Emotional Dependency? Yup, It's Real – Your partner's mood? It's now your mood. If they’re happy, you're on cloud nine. If they're sad, well, buckle up, emotional crash ahead!

You Can’t Just "Date" Someone—You Feel Them – It's never just a date night. It's a journey. You’ll be emotionally invested before the appetizers even arrive.

If your partner says, “I’m fine,” but their voice cracks, you’re immediately putting on your emotional detective hat. Something’s definitely wrong.

Your partner's mood shifts and you’re already planning a 5-step plan to emotionally heal them. Just call you “Dr. Love.”

Moon in the 8th House: The Emotional Detective with a Dark Twist

If emotions were a rollercoaster, you’d be the one flipping the safety bar off and screaming, "Let’s go faster!"

Family gatherings? More like family mysteries. You can feel the unspoken tension, and you’re practically Sherlock Holmes, trying to figure out what’s being left out. Every holiday dinner has a side of “What aren’t they telling me?"

When you lose your virginity, you could even hide it from your family.

Being vulnerable with you is like peeling an onion—layer after emotional layer until someone’s crying. Sometimes you overshare, sometimes you say, “I’m fine,” but everyone knows you’re not. You can’t help it.

You can turn pain into growth like a magical wizard. Hurt feelings? Great, now you’re ready for transformation. You take all that emotional mess and somehow turn it into deep wisdom—or a really great, tear-filled diary entry. Either way, it’s epic.

Moon in the 9th House: The Emotional Philosopher on a Soul-Searching Road Trip

Your emotions don’t stay local. You feel them on an international level, like, “Why am I feeling so deep right now? Is this about my past life in a distant land or because I watched a documentary on the Amazon?” Your emotions are basically the United Nations of your soul.

Family & Friends Talks Are Like TED Talks – When you try to explain your feelings to family/friends, it’s less “Hey, I’m upset” and more “Here’s a 45-minute monologue on the meaning of life, and also I read a book on existentialism last week.”

One minute you’re high on life, quoting philosophy, and the next, you’re googling “Why does everything feel so overwhelming?” You’ll go from thinking you’re a wise sage to wanting to crawl into bed and watch Netflix documentaries. Your moods are basically a journey, so pack your bags.

You can't just feel something—you need to analyze, interpret, and probably give it a name. "I feel anxious. Is this anxiety or is it just me tapping into the collective consciousness of humanity?

You’re an Emotional Nomad – You can’t sit still. Emotionally, you need to keep moving, exploring, learning, and growing. "Home? Well, I feel emotionally connected to 17 different places.

Moon in the 10th House: The Emotional CEO of Life

Your emotions are always on display like you’re giving a TED Talk about your deepest feelings.

You don’t just work; your career is an emotional journey. “Am I feeling fulfilled at work? If not, should I change my entire career path? Do I need a promotion to feel better about myself?!” Your job? Basically your emotional therapist, but with more PowerPoint presentations.

Public approval is your emotional fuel, and you’re like, “Did I mention I’m emotionally attached to other’s opinion of me?”

Your mood? It directly impacts your work ethic. When you’re emotionally stable, you’re like, “Let’s take over the world.” But when you're upset? You’re still working, but you’re crying in the break room, making dramatic phone calls to your loved ones.

You’re emotionally invested in how the world sees you. You need to be the best at everything, but emotionally—"Did I look too emotional during my presentation? Was my inner turmoil apparent?" It’s a lot of pressure to keep it all together, but hey, it’s worth the “likes”.

Moon in the 11th House: The Emotional Social Butterfly Who Forgets Why They Came to the Party!

People love your warm, nurturing energy, and your squad is basically a second family. Just be careful—you might adopt every stray friend like a lost puppy. You could even get in trouble for helping your friend.

One day, you're the life of the party, the next, you’re ghosting everyone because feelings. People around you should have learned to just roll with it.

If you are feeling bad, you might turn to strangers online for some emotional support.

You’re energized by like-minded people and might thrive in large social circles, community work, or even fan clubs (yes, you might cry over your favorite celebrity’s life updates).

You might bend over backward to fit into a group, even if it means suppressing your own needs. That’s right—you RSVP to events you know you don’t want to go to, then regret it immediately.

Moon in the 12th House: The Emotional Mystic Who Feels Everything & Nothing at Once

congratulations—you’ve unlocked "Feelings: Hardcore Mode." Your emotions live in the deep, mysterious waters of the subconscious, making you an intuitive, dreamy, and sometimes tragically misunderstood soul. You might love solitude but also feel unbearably lonely, sense energies others miss, and randomly cry for no reason (or is there always a reason?).

Your intuition is next-level. You pick up on vibes, unspoken emotions, and even spiritual messages like a human radio antenna. Your relationship with your mother could feel distant, mysterious, or full of unspoken emotions. Either she was deeply spiritual and nurturing or emotionally unavailable and hard to read.

Unlike most, you actually enjoy being alone. Your inner world is rich, and isolation helps you recharge from the chaos of life.

Even in a crowded room, you might feel disconnected. You crave deep emotional bonds but struggle to express your own feelings.

Emotional stress can manifest physically—sleep issues, mysterious body aches, or just always feeling tired for no reason.

You might secretly love someone from afar rather than openly express your feelings. (Just confess already!). You crave deep, spiritual connections but may self-sabotage by isolating yourself. You love soulmate vibes, but fear vulnerability.

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[gamblersdoll]

onlyfans! model x kirishima who is known for being in the top ten of the site, but only for solo videos.

times are rough, man. sales arent making as much, and you have to make more content in order to pay for your rent. youre not a hero like your bestie, red riot— who basically makes more than six figures a month simply by merch and popularity.

but when he offers to be included in the next little porno you make, your head spins like a yo-yo toy.

“you sure you want to do this? you dont have to worry about me, y’know..” you mention, finding the perfect outfit to wear for the shoot. “what about your hero work?”

“nah, dont you worry about that!” he’s beaming, a teethy smile and a pat on the head. “you just do what you do and ill be here, helpin’.” he kisses your head, which makes you wonder… what would happen after this?

you couldnt tell what would happen, but it all washes away when it feels like you could melt.

“never knew you could taste this good…” kirishima mumbles, his quirk hardening and holding your legs up. “my god, baby..” he groans, suckling your clit through this lips and rolling it on his tongue. “yer’ so messy, too…”

your hands tangle themselves into his hair, feeling the camera stare right at you and your eyes roll. “oh my god—“ you shiver, biting your lip. “your tongue.. so fuck— soft,” you squirm, trying to scoot up away from his mouth, but he only follows you.

“uh uh..” he grunts, crimson eyes looking down at you and he licks his lips. “where do’ya think yer’ going, pretty?” he giggles, positioning himself between your legs. he leans down, kissing your collarbones and aligning himself to your slit. “youre so warm.. why you lookin’ away? you embarrassed?” he cups your chin, pressing soft kisses to your lips.

“because— the hell are you doing to me?” you whine, and he growls with a chuckle.

“just doing what you want me to do, princess.” he reminds you, slipping himself past the ring of muscle and he moans soft. f—fuck, fuuck..” he breathes heavy, like if he didnt, hed lose everything. “and you dont have a boyfriend, yet?”

internally, you wanted to smack him for his comment— but everything felt too good.. minus the stretching. he had to be the size of a pepsi bottle, the stretch feeling slightly agonizing.. but it feels better. “k—“

“sh, shh.” he plops a hand over your mouth, red faced and staggering. “yer’ wantin’ red riot to fuck you, yeah?” he chuckles, his eyes gleaming darker and he licks his lips. “well, youre gunna’ get it, baby.” his hips thrust forward, knocking your eyes back and you moan as the wind leaves your lungs.

“ohmygod!” you squeal, feeling his hands press down on your hips and your own hands press against his shoulders. “f-fuck! fuck— ohgod!”

“already creamin’ on me, and havent even gotten ten strokes yet..” he mumbles, hiking a leg up and angling himself downward. his eyes roll just a little, them snapping back and he grins from ear to ear. “need a big, strong man to make you see stars.. you messy little girl.” he giggles in pleasure, leaning down to spit thick saliva on your folds. “geez.. when was the last time a man fucked you, mama?”

its not like you could respond, considering the-fact it felt like he was going twenty miles an hour with his cock going in and out of you. considering the fact his thick veins were also making their mark in your velvety walls.

considering the fact that this man has heavier balls than anyone you dealt with, slapping against your slit.

you felt like this was heaven itself.

“r—red! im go—nna’!” you choke on your own words, covering your mouth with both hands and moaning against them. until eijirou decides that you dont get that luxury; pulling your hands away and wrapping his around your throat. “pl—please! please!”

“pleasssee? please what , mama?” he coos, lowering his torso down and kissing your neck. “use yer words, youre a big girl..”

“im so close— please!”

“dont need my permission, pretties.” he open mouth kisses your cleavage, growling when he feels the squeeze of your cunny could send him over the edge. “come on me, make my night..” he encourages you, something you adored about what was your best friend. “thats it, let it allll out..” he mumbles, repositioning his hips to angle yours. “not done with ya yet..”

you whine, laying there pitifully and he chuckles. “i know you are sensitive, princess.” he coos, slowly pumping his cock inside and out as he watches your face. “im gettin’ so close, ma..” he groans with words bubbling from his mouth. “fuck..fuck— gettin’ close.” he growls, digging his head into your neck and slamming his hips against yours. “shitshitshit—“

“red!” you squeal, nails clawing at his back and he growls a quick ‘fuck,’ until he bites his lip— sitting up to wrap both his hands around your throat to plow into your gummy walls.

“fuckin— take it, take me baby!” he growls deeper, hearing it bubble from the pit of his stomach to the cords of his throat. he gasps, feeling his thick, white ropes dribble into your wet walls. “fuck..!” he sighed, realizing you were damn near blue. “shit, you okay? you breathin?” he quickly asks, pressing two fingers against your jugular.

you nod, sucking in a couple breaths.

“how was that?” he massages your throat, (in attempt to relieve any swelling or discomfort) “was i too rough?”

“perfect”

[issybee06]

Look but don’t-

Rex Splode x reader

He needs more fics, it’s a crime there aren’t a lot.

I can hear this image it’s so bad…

🔞

Warning!: smut! Wrap it before you tap it!

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“I hate him.”

Mark gave a sheepish smile, lowering his controller into his lap. He watched as you glared at the Guardians of the Globe group chat, at Rex’s stupid input on the last mission and his opinion on how everyone did.

“He’s not even the leader…pisses me off.” You hissed, groaning and tossing your phone on the bed. Dramatically, to also fell onto the bed with a loud groan.

“I just don’t get it! Why the fuck would Robot-” “Rudy.” “-Rudy! Thank you, put this mother fucker on the team!”

Mark pats your back awkwardly, “There pat there pat…I know you hate him, and yeah! I’m not the biggest fan of him either, but he is a pretty great hero.”

You glare at him, sitting up, “his personality sucks, that means he sucks, the “two negatives make a positive” just doesn’t work for this one.”

Mark went to open his mouth, but the sound of your phone buzzing cuts him off. You groan, rolling to grab it, “guess bestie bindings gotta wait, powerpuff, we are being summoned.”

He nods quickly, standing up and in a flash of blue black and yellow he was changed.

Show off

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“Ow…”

The Mauler twins just had to ruin the one day off you guys have had in months, deciding it was a great idea to steal some suped up tech and drag you away from beating Mark at his high score.

You were ducking for cover behind some rubble, hiding from the spray of bullets from one of the Twins. Mark and Eve were taking care of the other one, Rae and Duplikate were getting civilians to safety, monster girl and Rudy were trying to fucking disabled a BOMB and immortal…

Yeah fuck him.

“You okay, hot stuff?”

Fuck me.

Of course this annoying ass redhead was flirting on the job, fucks everything with a pulse this guy. And where THE FUCK has he been??? He’s supposed to be your partner in this mission and he’s been GONE the WHOLE TIME!

“Can you not for like 5 seconds and HELP?!” You yell, getting up from the rumble and jumping back into the fight. He laughs, pulling one of his batons out to turn into an explosive.

“Babe I am helping.” He chuckled, chucking the baton over the gunfire of one of the aromatics the twins stole. There’s a loud “BOOM!” And it rocks the warehouse, the sound causing your ears to ring painfully.

“Fuck.”

He laughed, peaking over the rubble, “see! I helped, I win.”

You glared at him, peaking over the rubble as well and lo and behold one of the twins was no more. He lay on the ground, half his side blown off.

Your jaw twitched in irritation.

“Where have you been? I’ve been fighting BY MYSELF for hours!”

He scoffed, rolling the shoulder of his throwing arm, “relax baby cakes, I had other shit to do involved with this mess.”

You were going to strangle him.

“Really? Cause I seriously doubt that there was something more important than HELPING YOUR TEAMMATE-“

BAM!

Your eyes widen and Rex looks like he might die on the spot. You both turn your heads slowly to the mangled Mauler, gun raised shakily with smoke coming out the barrel. His eyes roll back before subcoming to his injuries and dying.

You swallowed, hand reaching down to your side as you feel the gun shot wound.

Rex stares and winces, “that’s not my fault-”

“OMG ITS SO YOUR FAULT!”

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You winced, the pull of the stitches fixing the hole in your side did not need to remind you you were alive every time you moved. You sighed, throwing another punch at the punching bag.

“Hey sexy.”

Shoot me in the head next time.

You glare at him when he walks in, hands clenching, “why are you here?”

He scoffs, hand over his heart like you had just said the most offensive shit to him, “I live here, Mama, same as you.”

“Yeah, no shit, but why are you here? Hm? In the kitchen at-” you looked down at your phone and frown, “-2 in the morning.”

“I can ask you the same thing.” He smirked, reaching over to take the bottle of beer off the bench and pop the cap off, taking a swig.

Fuck.

You hated him, you reminded yourself as you watched the way his Adam apple bobbed under his tanned skin. His ginger hair loose, his clothes relaxed and comfortable, those stupid fuck boy grey sweatpants-

You flick your eyes up to him as he sighs, wiping his mouth.

“How’s the side?”

You lean back into the punching bag, biting the insult that it was his fault you got shot…but you’d rather not get into another screaming match with him.

“It could be worse, I’m lucky it’s a graze.”

He hums, leaning on the wall opposite to you. He takes another swig, “Robot fix you up well?”

You shrug, “I’m not bleeding anymore…”

He chuckled lightly, raising the bottle to cheers to your health. A twitch in your lips turns to a small smile, damn him.

He takes another swig, “well…your fault for not checking if he was out or not.”

Andddd the moments ruined.

“Excuse me?” Your brows furrowed and he shrugs.

“Yeah, you should have been more prepared, that’s why you got shot-“

“I got shot because someone was distracting me!”

He smirks, one brow quirked up, “I distract you?”

Your mouth clamps shut, glaring at him. He smirks, never breaking eye contact as he licks his lips.

This bitch.

You roll your eyes, pulling the knuckle tape off and walking away, “I’m not playing with you Rex.”

“Oh come on sugar tits-“ sugar tits? “-I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you wanna hear? An im Sorry?”

You spun on your heel, glaring at him, “no! Because I know you don’t fucking mean it! You think this is all a big game! This isn’t college where you can not show up and then try to sleep with everyone!”

He scoffs, playful attitude gone, “hey, I saved your fucking life, instead of yelling at me you should be THANKING MY ASS!”

“THANKING YOU?! ARE YOU JOKING?! ALL THIS IS YOUR FAULT!”

His jaw tightens, his hands clench. He’s vibrating with anger as he looks away, a small “Tsk” sound coming from under his breath.

“You’re a real piece of fucking work (Y/n).”

You glare, walking up to him and grabbing his the collar of his shirt, “fuck you Rex.”

He glares, grabbing the wrist of the hand holding him hostage, “I won’t bring my standards so low as to fuck you.”

His words bite but his look, cheeks warming under his tanned skin, those half lidded green eyes, how his hot breath fanned against your face.

Oh.

Oh.

You smirked, “are you…get off from us fighting?”

He stiffens, cheeks redder than his hair as the grip on your wrist tightens, “n-no. No, no of course not.”

You bite your lip as you smile, “I think you’re a liar Rex…a really, really, bad liar…”

His breath stutters, and he swallows audibly. You could have sworn there was a whine under his breath…

“Rex…do you have a crush on me…?” You chuckled, moving closer. His eyes go wide, breathing shallow. It was almost comical, the fuck boy stuttering and blushing like an untouched virgin after being degraded-ohhhh.

“Do you…like being degraded? Is that something you enjoy, Rex?” You whispered as your lips began to burst his ear and he moans.

“F-Fuck you…such a damn bitch all the time.” He mumbled out, and he pulled away. He glared at you and your smirking face.

“What? Can’t handle teasing? All talk, hm?” You taught, laughing as you approached him.

He stands his ground, nostrils flaring as you moved into his space again and pressed your forehead to his.

“…you’re a fucking brat, Rex…” you mumbled, “you think you’re so much better than everyone else…like rules don’t apply to you…”

Idea…

You smirk, “you think you can follow my rules…?”

He shivers, mumbling something under his breath. You raised a brow, “what? Can’t talk? It’s usually impossible to shut you up…”

You reach up, fingernails lightly grazing the veins of his arms and causing his hands to twitch, “…yes.”

“Yes what, Rex?” You smiled, lips ghosting under his jaw and he whispered a curse, “I-i can listen…fuck…just don’t…don’t go.”

Sweet mother of-

You bite down on his neck lightly, and he whimpers such a pretty noise you were so thankful you had restraint or this boy would be putty by now.

“Rule number 1…no touching-“ he opens his mouth to protest but a sharp glare from you shuts him up, “-no touching, or I stop and I never do this again. That fair?”

He nods, “okay…? I…I won’t touch you, just please do something-AH!”

Your hand brushes his front, and his hands shake as they hover over your body. You trace him over the fabric of his sweatpants and fuck…he’s not wearing anything under.

Love bites and hickies begin to paint his neck and collar bone, his moans and pleas music to your ears as you begin to palm him slightly.

“Maybe you’re just a fucking slut…or maybe you’re just a touch starved asshole…who knows?” You mused, grasping him and causing him to gasp in pleasure.

“(Y/n)…please, baby, I’m begging you…I-i need you so bad, please please please-“

You giggled, pulling back from his neck to peak his lips, making him sigh softly. When you pull away he chafes your lips, eyes lusty.

“Remember…don’t touch.”

You move down his body, kissing over his shirt as you moved into down south of his body, his eyes never leaving you.

“Y-you’re so pretty-“

You look up at him from your kneeled position, licking your lips as his breath becomes quicker in anticipation.

“…you okay with this?”

Consent is key everyone.

He sobs his answer, fucking done with your tearing, “YES! Holy shit (Y/n) please!”

You laugh, leaning forward to pull the tie of the sweatpants undone with your teeth and he almost cums just from the sight of you like this. He thinks you’re so beautiful…even if you despise him.

You reach up, tugging at his waistband until his pretty cock slaps against his tummy and stains the shirt with precum. You lick your lips, “hold the end of your shirt up with your teeth.”

He quickly grabbed the hem of his shirt with his teeth, holding it up and out of the way. This exposed even more of his muscular torso, the defined lines of his abs and the strong V leading down to his cock. The sight of you eyeing his member so hungrily only served to make him throb harder, a bead of precum dripping from the tip.

He squirmed impatiently, fighting the urge to buck his hips up to meet your hand. He could only imagine how incredible it would feel to have your fingers wrapped around his aching shaft, stroking him until he couldn't take any more.

You slowly trease him, pointer finger gliding and tracing the underside of his cock, memorizing each vein.

“So pretty Rex…”

You lick your lips, smiling as his cock jerked and pulsed beneath your touch, the skin incredibly hot and silky. Rex was leaking steadily now, a stream of precum drooling down to pool on his heavy balls. The musky scent of his arousal filled the air between you as his muffled whimper came up from his throat and he fought the urge to just slam you head onto him already.

He wasn’t used to not being in control, this was killing him. You were killing him.

You giggled, taking him fully in one hand and stroking him at a painfully slow pace. The other hand rested under his heavy balls, cupping them softly. You reach up, kitten licking the tip clean.

Rex let out a choked cry, his back arching as your hand finally wrapped around his aching cock. The sudden heat and pressure was overwhelming, and his eyes rolled back slightly as you began to stroke him with an agonizingly slow pace. He could feel every ridge and vein of his thick shaft sliding against your palm, the silky skin flushed and pulsing with need.

He moaned softy, sound muffled by the shirt gage in his mouth that was beginning to get drenched with drool. His world dissolved into a bright lights and colors as he felt your little pink tongue lapping at the swollen head of his dick. The slick muscle swirled around his leaking slit, lapping up the copious precum that had gathered there.

He was gone the moment you fully took him in your mouth, shuttering as your moaned vibrations sent his brain spinning. He reached up, tweaking one of his sensitive nipples while the other hand fisted his own hair.

Rex could feel the head of his dick kissing the back of your throat with each downward motion, your nose pressing against his pelvis and his dark curls. The sensation of being fully sheathed in your mouth, surrounded by the slick, silky walls of your throat, was pure bliss. He had never felt so overwhelmed with sensation in his life.

His shirt dropped from his mouth and he caught it in his hand, whining, “b-baby, please…c-can I touch you? I-I know you said no but I-I can’t-“

You pull off with a pop, a string of saliva and precum mix dangling from your bottom lip.

“You wanna touch me…?”

He nods, tears of frustration building up, “yes! Fuck yes are you crazy! Please!”

“…since you said pleas-“

He didn’t even give you time to finish your sentence, hand once in his hair tangling in yours and slamming your mouth back on him.

“F-fuck…if I knew…knew you were like this? God. I-I would have pursued you earlier…you’re so good…so beautiful…fuck…” he gasped his praises out, bucking and whimpering as you took all of him.

“I-I always thought you mmm you were hot…I j-just thought you were Marks girl.” He laughs to himself, shuttering, “heh you’re not though…if you are you would be here…with me.”

Your hands grasped his thighs, nails pressed into the meat of his thick thighs. Tears began to well up as oxygen began to run low, spit drowning you as he tightens his grip in your hair.

“C-can we do this again…? Please? I-I don’t think I can-AH-can give you up yet! S-say you’ll stay, ugh-say it?”

You don’t get a chance, his hips hammering your mouth before his muscles tense up and his thighs pulse. He cums hard, thick sticky ribbons shooting the back of your throat as you choke on him. You swallow, gasping as he pulls you off.

He stares at you, eyes blow with lust. He looks like he’s seeing you for the first time and it makes your stomach flip.

Fuck…you might not hate Rex Sloan.

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Astro Observations

Venus Sign Obs Edition💫

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for 1k 🥹🫶🫶 here is an appreciation post 💖

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Aries Venus - these people are always doing it how they mean it or just active personality or they can have really strong values but open to new experiences. These natives are very open about how they feel about their relationships, they have a lot of passion for relations and friends, but it comes with a lot of issues being that they could have friends not reciprocate or people they love might not like them back in their younger years causing them to have low self worth. These natives have a big heart though! Aries is very big hearted but sometimes they don't act like it because they can be tough on those they care about but always to help them become better and they never mean true harm even when they try to be rude it usually just ends up funny or sassy to me (Aries mars too) 😭🤍

Taurus Venus - ooo LUV ❤ I am so biased lol as a Taurus moon because you guys are always super safe for me, like even the toxic ones can be super lovable ugh 😭 besides the toxic ones... The females are so kind and have some strong values/morals. Taurus Venus wants stable relationship with give and take and they want to have their partner to themselves and can become very jealous easily but don't like to admit it and they can be so shmexy about it like "I wanna leave a bite mark so everyone knows you are mine" ugh as scorpio Venus I eat that shiz up 😭💫💫

Gemini Venus - most likely to be besties before lovers, totally the most positive and funny in the room and so smart about random things. It's so much fun to hang out with these natives and they have a great sense of who they are and will take nothing less in relationships than what they deserve. They can have a lot of problems in the dating aspect because they are more comfortable with friends rather than being intimate and giving themselves fully to someone. Geminis and Gemini venuses can be quite open with their friends and people around them but with their loved ones closest to them it can be kind of hard for me to understand them because they can be a bit detached but it's for safety which I get and honestly I think they keep secrets just as good as ppl say Scorpios do, when they want to.

Cancer Venus - they get a lot of their values from their mothers. They have a lot of kind energy but sometimes they can be covert narcissists if aspecting asteroid narcissus or in the 12th house, because 12th house can make one have a hard time with boundaries in life. Cancer Venus is very kindhearted and want to care for their friends. However, they often seem great in the beginning but soon emotions become the forefront of the relationship often I see these placements being very sensitive people in close relationships and for me I just don't like that, sometimes it makes me feel like I have to walk on eggshells and I cannot speak my mind, but that is not Always the case for everyone and every cancer Venus if they have other good placements like earth placements to balance out emotions and grounded logic they can be very kindhearted and loyal and stable. In bed cancer Venus would want to get closer to the person and to create a nurturing environment definitely a cuddle buddy, the men might very comforting to their partner and protective which is just so heartwarming. Types to get turned on by cuddling literally. I love Cancer Venus peeps not super enjoyed as friends tho (8th house synastry😭) still tho ~🩵🩵🩵

Leo Venus - they are class clown guys or the baddie girlies, and they always have a pretty good sized friend group. Not necessarily famous but they have a lot of light and this can show up as getting a lot of attention from people. They are so IT ppl 💅 Always on trends and know how to dress UP 💃 these natives have a lot of passion for exploring and learning, always ready to go on an adventure with friends or family. They have a lot of fancy styles and elegance they dress to impress lol. (They also imo would be very good at dress to impress😭) Leo Venus in relationships want to be treated Right and nothing lessbut they have had low self esteem at some point in they're younger years but they grow into themselves later in life. Leo Venus in bed is passionate and looking to have fun, want to be praised or the opposite 🫣. . . Such loyal friends and family members, the types to give random gifts because they have a lot of nice things and might want to get rid of them and just gift to family and friends, really lovely souls and fun to be around.

Virgo Venus - most I have known were either really short or really tall no in between... They usually wear glasses if Venus/mercury is afflicted. Virgo Venus are very caring and they are very much the type to treat you as a patient whom they care about the health of same with 6th house Venus. Very concerned about the health of their loved ones and they want to take good care of them. Virgo Venus men in bed is always careful of your safety and wants to make sure you are comfortable and wants to know what you like/dislike and does so in a very attractive way. They are also very smart and/or smart looking people like dark academia aesthetic clothing. 🤍🫰also - of in good house - love for animals and care for them a lot

Libra Venus - these natives I have not seen in a good light and I have only met few, but I know that there are some lovely Libras out there somewhere - the ones I have known enjoy gossiping, mental stimulation, and often have a lot of conventional beauty. These people in some cases may be the type to run from arguments when less mature... In relationships they are really kind and compliment their loved ones a lot. Often they have pretty good skincare routines or they know a lot about make-up things, from my experience.

Scorpio Venus - these natives are super strong & powerful physically and/or emotionally. These natives in relationships are very loyal and passionate, might have issues with obsession in relationships and tend to like bad boys who are mysterious and this is usually what causes they're pain arc, and they end up staying by themselves especially if in the 12th house, so that they can rebuild and be more independent and learn about who they are. Scorpio Venus in bed are very maddening 🙈and intense, they may want connection and closeness with their partner sooner in the relationship rather than later. Scorpio Venus with friends are really loyal and sometimes may hold onto relationships a bit longer than necessary because they are comfortable even if it may be toxic... 👀

Sagittarius Venus - These natives are really fun, charismatic, and can often be jokesters. They do oftentimes like to party and have a wanderlust that cannot be beat. I see say men especially get a lot of flack for things like being flighty and having commitment issues and basically portray them as flirts and f boys which is so far from how I usually see it. From what I have seen, they are very outgoing and like to be friends with many, sometimes they are also the opposite too though, finding it hard to talk to ppl much, and sticking more to themselves... Either way, say venusians do in many cases think pretty highly of themselves though in my experience. Honestly they are, in my humble opinion, pretty fun and cool ppl. ❤️‍🔥

Capricorn Venus - often pretty serious but still fun and loyal ppl. They have a lot of sass sometimes in females and are girl bosses or they hold more traditional beliefs as males. The females I know are super strong and beautiful. As friends, they are giving with their time and energy with the relationships that they really care about. These natives are very hardworking or the opposite if afflicted. I don't know much about these natives because I know very few but I can say that they can be clingy when young, alao they often try to act mature sooner in turn some end up in relationships at a younger age, from what I have seen (male and female.)

Aquarius Venus - oh boy these natives are very different but they also are quite familiar to me, they have a need for a lot of mental stimulation and often they have like 2 really close ppl who they don't ghost but they often ghost ppl randomly and then come back like a few months later. Aqua Venus love to be sociable and have a lot of connections same with Venus 11th house, they are super fun and often come from a religious background but change their beliefs as they get older and have strong morals and values. They get really clingy with the ppl they love sometimes when younger and they can have rejection which causes them to be more detached and they end up being a bit flighty from one group to another, but overall when mature they are very interesting and smart ppl.

Pisces Venus - they're really kind and have a lot of love to give to the world, and are very artsy and have the ability to be very intelligent emotionally. Often Pisces Venus ppl are the kind of lover to paint for you or draw for you as a gift and love to just be freely very creative with their partners. Pisces Venus truly need to be protected they are very kind souls as long as they are kept away from the harmful things of the world in their homes. If they are not kept safe they may go down a bad path and those kinds of Pisces end up having insatiable loneliness which creates a perfect mentality for addiction. Pisces are amazing friends who can give great advice and they may often be the type to be friends with ppl who might hurt them or who they attempt to fix, or those who encourage their vices. Pisces ppl are super wise... and they love deeply when they fall for someone.

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[pressureplus]

Ourmmm can I request a headcanon of nicknames Sebastion and the reader would give each other? Only if ur not busy of course 🙏🏾

This one's really cute, absolutely! nobody has any need to be shy here! ❤️

We're here for the fish content.

💖Sebastian Solace Nickname Headcannons💖

Warnings: N/A

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If You're Enemies:

• He's mean to most people but he's AWFUL to you

• Half of the things he uses to refer to you are curse words

• Bastard, Dumbass, Dickhead, ect... He can't even be bothered a good portion of the time, not with you

• And then there's days where he's feeling EXTRA

• "You look like your mother dropped you into a plinko machine."

• "Do you always act like you crawled out of the dredges of 4Chan?"

• "Oh, there's my favorite little insect!"

• The second he finds out you have mommy issues, he calls you motherless. You're missing your left eye, hand, leg, or ear? He'll call you Righty. Deformities and Mutations alike, he's petty and likes to take cheap shots

• Chance to call you by your name: 0%

If You're Acquaintances:

• You're probably a buyer, so Patron, Customer, Unfortunate Guest, and Expendable are all on the table

• If you work with him religiously, he might call you something special like 'Traitor' or 'Survivor'

• Customer Service says "try make sale", so he's most often short but sweet. Most of his mean commentary comes out when you're not in the shop

• "Oh, now, There's just the person I wanted to see! Welcome back."

• Doesn't talk to you much, so there isn't a ton of things he really calls you, you're towing a pretty neutral line

• Chance to call you by your name: 60%

If You're Friends:

• Actually genuinely wants you around, so now you get actual, meaningful interactions with this man other than buisness!

• He calls you Stupid and he calls you Clumsy, even occasionally calling you Reckless, Dummy, or Sucker

• If you're a little goblin, he calls you Crawler and Vermin

• And then he turns around and calls you Bestie, Favorite, and even Treat

• "Well if it isn't the Star of the Show!"

• Tends to lean towards positive interactions, as having someone he can truly call a friend to him makes him feel a little better about living in a place like this

• Chance to call you by your name: 40%

If You're Lovers:

• Oh God what have you done? How did you even get this far?

• He's SMOTHERING as a lover, and this absolutely extends to the way he refers to you

• Before, when you were Idiot, Crawler, or Treat? Now you're his little Idiot, Crawler or Treat

• "Is that my little star I see over there?"

• "Ah, there you are, my treasure, I was wondering where you'd gone off to."

• "There's my sweet little light, what are you doing?"

• "Are you doing well, my love? You aren't hurt?"

• "If it isn't my darling little diver."

• Likes that he's bigger than you not to emphasize that you're tiny and sweet to him

• Still hits you with something mean every now and then, probably poking fun at you in some way, most likely as an inside joke or a nickname from wherever your relationship started

• (RIP if y'all started as enemies, he's still going to be a bitch to you on his Extra days, it's a funny habit now... Though I guess now it's playful so you win some you lose some, right?)

• I'm sure you wouldn't have it any other way, you know the sassy fish you decided to keep very well by now

• Chance to call you by your name: 5%

[buckysgrace]

okay i have another thot thought for you bc i just. tmi storytime but ive been sick for a week and literally had to take a week off of work so i’ve just been watching tv and reading fanfic and GIRL (this is the tmi part) but ive been lowkey horny and reading really good smut obviously hasn’t been helping.

anyway! through that terrible horny experience with no end i was like wait fic idea and ngl your fics have been the ones that are FUCKING ME UP so who better to ask than you 😁

so the fic idea: sleepover with bestie!steve that she’s lowkey pining over and she goes to the bathroom to try and like relieve herself and be less worked up over him. it doesnt work and she just gets super frustrated and comes back out and steve obvi notices smth is wrong. well push comes to shove she tells him that she’s just really horny and it’s just not working (maybe they play truth or dare and he’s like “okay truth, why are you so pissy rn) and he’s like “i can help? we’re friends that’s not weird right?” and things just…go and eventually they’re fucking after like a whole ton of messing around. end of the story they’re like cheesy yeah i like you you’re the reason im horny DUH. yay happy ending!!!

okay that’s all :)

Thank you so much for this omg I feel so honored first of all hehehe. I'm sorry you've been sick though, and I hope you're feeling better! But this is fantastic, I looooooove this idea so much <3

CW: unprotected sex, slight dirty talk

"See," he groaned as he lifted his shirt up to his shoulder blades, exposing his mole covered skin to you, "I'm not crazy. There's a bug bite, isn't there?" He whined once again, still convinced that the picnic this afternoon had left him in bug bites.

"Where?" You asked with a sigh, scooting forward and holding onto his shirt against his skin. Your eyes drifted across the new freckles across his shoulder blades, then down towards his constellations of moles. He was covered in them in the best way, making you want to take your time to count every single one of them.

"Like up here," he said as he reached blindly, "I swear to God it itches so bad." You swatted at his hand as you huffed, trying to get him out of your way so you could look clearer.

"I don't see anything," you told him honestly, "I mean your skin is red from messing with it, but looks like just moles to me." You teased as you touched one, making him jerk forward.

"Great," he grumbled before he reached back, gripping his shirt and tugging it over his shoulders, "are you sure?" The paranoid tone he carried made you shake your head. He was too stubborn.

"Pretty positive," you nodded your head, "was there something underneath your shirt?" You tried instead, wondering if a strand of hair or a leaf had gotten caught there.

"No." He mumbled a second later as he shuffled his shirt between his fingertips, inspecting it closely.

"Do you want me to scratch your back?" you offered, grinning at the way he snorted, "I promise I won't knock any beauty spots off." You teased as you leaned forward, your chin brushing against his shoulder so you could look at him again. He cocked his eyebrows, an amused smile pulling onto his pink lips. You could feel the muscles in your stomach tightening, hating how easily he affected you.

"I appreciate it," he chuckled, tilting his head as you began to scratch as his skin, "there's really no bug bites?" He questioned again, hazel eyes glowing in warmth.

"Sorry, you're clear." You told him with a little shrug of your shoulders, sitting back as he faced you once again. You breathed in deeply twice, trying to keep yourself from admiring the thick hair that grew on his chest. You scooted back an inch for good measure, finding it harder and harder to be around him anymore.

The truth was you'd been on edge all day since you'd seen him. Swimming was a fun idea, but it always turned painful once he ripped his shirt off and stepped out into those tiny trunks that he liked to wear. That hugged his hips a little too snug for your taste. It was hard not to stare.

"Did you hear me?" He asked as he turned towards you again, eyebrows furrowing together as he caught you off guard. You blinked, trying not to count the colors that danced in his eyes.

"What?" You sputtered out a second later, bearing an apologetic smile as he sighed dramatically. He nudged you a second later, making you crinkle your nose.

"Do you want to order something? Pizza?" He suggested, sighing deeply like he was bored. You thought about it for a second, deciding that you didn't have much of an appetite. At least not for food.

"Sure," you nodded your head, "I think I'm going to shower while you do it." You stated as you crawled off of the bed, feeling a desperate need to seperate the two of you before you did something stupid.

"Now?" He questioned as he looked at you confused, furrowing his eyebrows together. You hated how handsome he still looked. And you desperately wished he'd put a shirt back on.

"Is that a problem?" You asked a second later, your question coming out more snippy than you meant for it to be.

"No, it was a question," he laughed as he held his hands up innocently, "what's got your panties in a twist?" He asked, making you shake your head.

"Ha, ha," you replied as you flicked his shoulder, making him wince, "you're hilarious. I'll be back." You told him quickly, realizing you liked the whine that left his mouth a lot more than you should.

You hated how worked up he got you, how he didn't mean to do it at all. You didn't get it, didn't understand where this sudden feeling had come from. And you didn't get how he didn't feel the same way.

Sometimes you really wished you could hate him.

A cool shower did nothing to soothe your thoughts of tracing his back with more than just your fingertips. You wanted to drag your lips in the same place your fingers had touched, wanted to count every mole and trace his fading freckles.

Your mind wandered to the same fantasy that you had been stuck on since you had gone skinny dipping a few weeks ago. It had been dark enough that you hadn't really seen anything, but the moonlight had kissed his skin just enough to give you a brief glimpse of the hair that decorated all of him.

Your fingers brushed against your clit, teasing yourself for just a moment before you slid them inside of yourself. The image of Steve doing that filled your mind, his long and nimble fingers massaging your walls as he coaxed you through your orgasm.

Only you never got that far, at least with yourself. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't give yourself any relief. And tonight was no different. Which left you even more frustrated.

You grumbled the whole time you dried yourself off and did a brief routine with your hair, borrowing different things of his to replace the things that you had left at home.

"You okay?" He asked as you returned, finding him down in the living room this time. You shrugged your shoulders, trying to appear as peppy as you could.

"Fine." You stated as you sat down on the opposite side of the couch, feeling like you couldn't handle being so close to him at the moment. Even though you desperately wanted to.

"Pizza should be here soon," he replied as he scooted a little closer, "did you sleep in the shower?" He hummed as he brushed his fingers against the nape of his neck, making goosebumps spread across your skin.

"No, I'm fine," you sighed deeply, "just hungry." You said as you shrugged your shoulders, finding that it was a better than telling him you were horny.

"I can set the movie up," he offered, "what are we watching again?" He asked as he leaned forward, pushing away things until he found the movie.

"Mhm, something Robin suggested." You couldn't remember as you watched the way his skin rode up his back, sure that your eye was twitching as you forced your hands underneath your thighs.

"And she's got great taste." He replied sarcastically, shaking his head as he worked on setting it up. You nodded, forcing yourself to look away so you wouldn't get caught drooling.

Pizza arrived not long later, though you had a hard time eating that too. You kept focusing on the way he spoke throughout the movie, asking questions that you didn't have the answer to. But you didn't mind. You enjoyed that about him, actually.

"Wanna play truth or dare?" You asked suddenly, holding your legs to your chest as you tried not to focus on the way he had strung his arm over your shoulders.

"Are we in middle school?" He asked as he peered at you curiously, acting like this wasn't something you guys did when you were looking for something to do. And you needed a distraction.

"I'm bored," you told him honestly, whining softly, "and it's not like you're into this movie either." You pointed out, watching the way he slowly shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, well I guess you have a point," he nodded his head in agreement, "alright, truth or dare?" He turned towards you this time, moving his hand away as you felt relief growing inside of you.

"Dare." You said quickly, watching the way he pursed his lips together. He always gave you something random to do, something to make you not think of the way his legs were touching yours.

"I dare you to lick your elbow." He stated as he rubbed his thumb across his chin, smiling in amusement.

"Funny." You told him as you shook your head, knowing there was no way to do that. He nudged his knee against yours once again.

"That's my dare." He told you seriously, hazel eyes twinkling in amusement. You loved all of his pretty colors and wished you could get a better look at them.

"I can't lick my elbow!" You protested as you shook your head, laughing at his suggestion. He grinned.

"You have to at least attempt it." He told you seriously, making you sigh deeply as you rolled your sleeves up on your arm. You stuck your tongue out, doing your best to attempt it but ultimately failing.

"Are you happy?" You asked him, feeling a little giddy at the way he laughed and clapped his hands. At least you were entertaining him.

"Please," he said with a grin, "alright, your turn." He rested his hand on his cheek this time, eyes remianing locked on your features.

"Truth or dare, Steven?" You questioned as you held your fingers together, trying to resist the urge to gaze into his eyes. He groaned at his full name, shaking his head before he answered.

"Dare." He replied confidently, saying the same thing he always did. He rarely picked truth, often leaving you to wonder why.

"I dare you to -," you paused as you looked around, trying to come up with something that you hadn't come up with before, "tie this cherry stem with your tongue." You shrugged at the way he laughed.

"Oh that's so easy." He said as he plucked it from your fingertips, wagging his eyebrows as he brought it up to his lips.

"Cocky, huh?" You watched the way he acknowledged your words before he plopped it into his mouth.

"Sometimes," he grinned boyishly, "but look at this." He stated a second later, wagging his eyebrows as he proudly stuck the tied stem out on his tongue.

"Looks a little lopsided." You responded playfully as he picked it up of fof his tongue, placing it on the plate before he wipe his hands across his pants.

"Don't be jealous," he teased right back, "truth or dare?" He asked, making you think for a moment.

"Oh," you sighed deeply, "truth I suppose." You said, not too keen on licking your arm again.

"What's got you all worked up?" he asked, "and you have to be honest. You can't lie about it." He said seriously, like he would know if you were lying or not. The annoying part was that he probably would.

"I'm tense," you said slowly, "I don't know, it's dumb." You shrugged dramatically, feeling a little embarrassed at your own problem.

"Tense about what?" He looked curious, maybe a little concerned as he tilted his head. You sighed, wishing that he would realize that he was the issue.

"I can't get off," you spit out finally, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. Even if it was embarrassing, "like I'm horny, but I can't get there." You said slowly, wincing as the words came out.

"Oh." He looked at you surprised, eyes widening a little bit like he couldn't believe what you had just said. Sex wasn't brought up a lot between the two of you, surprsingly enough. You didn't want to know about his sex life and apparently he didn't want to know about yours either.

"Yeah," you mumbled, "you probably didn't want to know all about that." You said slowly, feeling a little bad for unloading that on him. You certainly could've lied.

"No, it's fine. I asked," he mumbled as he sat up a little bit, "maybe I can help." He suggested a second later, making you furrow your eyebrows together.

"Help?" you looked at him surprised, "what do you mean?" You questioned him, hands feeling numb against your waist.

"Yeah, I mean-," he paused, "you scratched my back, and now I can scratch yours." He gestured towards you, making your eyes widen several sizes. Your mouth suddenly felt dry as you tried to think, wondering how you had gotten here.

"I don't know." You said slowly, worried that your own feelings would ruin your friendship. You didn't want to lose him, especially over something so silly.

"I don't have to you know," he gestured down towards himself, then towards you, "I can just help you out." He stated as he brushed his palm across your knee, sending sparks through your body.

"You're a little pervert." You spit out nervously, giggling softly as you thought about it for another second. He grumbled as he pulled his hand away.

"Fine, forget I offered." He replied as he pulled his hand away, making you panic for a brief second. That's not what you wanted at all. Maybe it was a bad idea, but what was really the worst that could happen?

"What would you do?" You asked a second later, forcing your eyes to the side of the room so he couldn't see the embarrassment that lingered on your features. You didn't want him to know that you had thought about this, that you deeply wanted him.

"Whatever you want me to do." He offered as his fingertips fell against the side of your hips, spreading warmth through the inside of your body. You inhaled deeply, turning to meet his gaze.

His hazel eyes were soft and filled with adoration, his eyebrows relaxed gently on his pretty face. You briefly glanced over the moles on his skin, heart hammering as you gave your head a slow nod.

"This doesn't have to be weird." You told him quickly, hoping that he agreed with that.

"Not weird at all," he agreed as he nodded his head, "now can I help you?" He questioned with a little laugh, your pulse quickening against the side of your neck before you responded.

"Mhm," you hummed, trying to keep as casual as possible while he looped his fingertips through the band of your pajama pants, "I'd like that a lot." You mumbled a second later, finding some brief confidence as he began to tug your pants off of your legs.

He worked slowly, like he was carefully unwrapping his favorite gift. A boyish smile formed on his lips as he looked at the panties you wore, a soft snicker leaving his lips before he kissed the corner of your knee. The remark died on your lips as a spark traveled through your body, leaving behind an electric sensation.

His lips were soft and smooth against your skin, the kisses brief but sweet. Your heart hammered roughly inside your chest as he continued to kiss further and further up your thighs, leaving your clit to throb in anticipation.

"You smell nice," he mumbled as he stalled his kisses across your inner thigh, pressing his large fingertips into your skin to spread your knees apart, "but you're just as pretty too."

"You're cheesy, Steve Harrington." You told him, biting down on the grin that had appeared on your lips. He squeezed at your flesh, looking content.

"Yeah, but you love it." He remarked a little too cocky for your taste, even though he was right. You didn't get a chance to respond as he brushed his thumb across the wet spot on your panties, making all the air leave your lungs.

A little whine left your lips this time, heart hammering as he slowly dragged his thumb across your clothed clit. You sighed at the sensation, already feeling needy as you rocked your hips forward.

He hummed something underneath his breath, something you didn't catch as he slowly stripped you of your panties next. His eyes lit up in interest, filling with lust as he pressed his fingertips against your folds.

"Real pretty," he hummed, making your insides churn at the way he observed you. You were certain that he had never looked at you in such a way before, though now you knew that you needed more, "bet you taste even better." He added, nearly making you snort.

The feeling of his tongue dragging through your folds distracted you from everything else, made your body tremble as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows. You gaped as you watched him, noting the way his expression turned blissful like yours.

He moved his tongue skillfully along your folds, lapping at your pretty cunt as he continued to keep you spread open for him. You whined as the electricity pulsed at your clit, leaving you needy as your heart raced in your chest.

He groaned a second later, sinking down further in between your legs as he got himself comfortable. You sighed breathlessly as you tangled your hands through his hair, tugging softly as you rocked yourself up against his greedy mouth.

You'd never been with a man before that had acted so eager, so desperate to eat you out. Steve seemed to know just where to touch, where to lick and suck to make it harder and harder for you to breathe. Your thighs trembled from the feeling, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as you rocked yourself up against his mouth.

His pretty lips wrapped around your swollen clit, his tongue pressing slow but deep patterns against your sensitive bud. Your whines grew louder as you contued to rut against his sinful mouth, chasing the pleasure that was spreading through your body.

"Fuck," he groaned as he slowly pulled away, taking one last drag of your cunt as he peered up at you. A carnal feeling spread inside of you as you peered at his slick covered lips, his lustful eyes and messy hair. Suddenly you wanted more, needed him badly, "your pussy tastes so good, honey." He spit out, looking just as lecherous as you felt.

You pushed yourself up further then, knocking him back a bit as you messily began to tug his clothes off of him. You had a strong desire to kiss him, but couldn't quite bring yourself to do that yet. That would make it feel too real, would cross the boundaries that you weren't sure you were ready to get rid of.

His large hands pried away your shirt and bra, making you momentarily forget the way your hands were shaking as you drifted your fingers down his hairy chest. You thought every bit of him was perfect. The moles that were everywhere, the soft freckles on his shoulders and his odd tan lines. You loved all of it.

You found yourself lying on your back again as he pressed his way up against your thighs, his heavy cock falling against your soaked cunt. You looked down at him fascninated, wondering how good it would feel to have something that large inside of you.

"Wow," you breathed out, eyes widening as you took in the curve of his cock. He was longer than you were expected, his girth thick and his tip a soft pink. Your eyes traveled down the way he slightly curved to the right, straight down to the thick hair that decorated his skin, "can I?"

"Yeah," he nodded his head, his tone straining as you wrapped your fingers around his girth. You breathed in at the sensation, licking your bottom lip as you swiped your thumb across the precum that was leaking from the head of his cock, "fuck. That's nice." He complimented quickly, eyes growing hazy as he rocked his hips forward.

You slowly dragged your hand along the curve of his cock, enjoying the way he met your motions. His grunts were blissful, sweet enough to make your knees feel even weaker. You chewed on your bottom lip, your clit beginning to burn in anticipation once again as you spread your legs once again.

"Wanna feel you," you told him quickly, chewing on your bottom lip as you dragged his tip between your slick folds. You gaped at the sensation, feeling yourself reeling at the loud whine that left his lips, "wanna make you feel good." You nodded your head in encouragement, heart fluttering at the way he locked eyes with you again.

You admired the way his lips parted as you slid his thick tip inside your wet cunt, your breath stalling as you felt yourself stretching around his girth. You felt like you were floating for a moment, body pulsing in pleasure as he gripped the back of your thighs and began to sink into you.

Little gasps rolled off of his tongue as he brushed his hands across your skin, grunting softly as he buried his cock inside of you. Every inch made you croon, made your thighs tremble and shake.

"Jesus," he spit out raspily, eyebrows furrowing together in bliss as he bottomed out inside of you. His cock was pressed snuggly against your clamped walls, throbbing as you felt yourself leaking around him, "you feel so good, honey. Is this okay?" He hummed as he dropped his forehead near yours, his breath fanning over your face.

You leaned up to him as you nodded your head, a whiny moan breaking free as you slowly released your tight grip on his arms. You savored the feeling of him being so close, of the electric energy that was pulsing between the two of you.

Your eyes drifted across the lust that was swimming in his hazel eyes, the slight pink tint to his cheeks as he brought one of his hands up to your cheeks. Your mind felt foggy as he began to brush his thumb across your cheekbone, heart hammering at the dangerous look he sent you.

You felt like enough lines had been crossed and blurred as you moved your fingers through the hair that curled against the nape of his neck. You tuggged softly, bringing him down closer until your bottom lip grazed against his.

His lips were soft and smooth, sweet like bubblegum. Your body loosened up even more underneath him as you tugged him closer, savoring the gentle way he kissed you. No one had ever kissed you in such a way before, slow like he was savoring the shape of your mouth against his.

You tugged on his hair softly, a little whine vibrating across his lips as he rocked his hips forward. You moved your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles together to keep from shaking.

"Better than okay," you squeaked out, warmth spreading inside of you as his nose brushed against yours, "more. Need you to move, Steve." You demanded of him this time, sure that you might explode if he didn't start moving.

A lazy smile formed on his lips as he pressed a brief peck to your lips, his fingers tracing the curve of your mouth a second later. You felt the whine forming on the tip of your tongue before it died off, replaced by blissful moans as he slowly began to rut his hips forward.

Electricty shot up your body as you dug your fingertips deeper into his flesh, tugging him forward as you slowly rocked your hips up to meet his slow motions. He grunted as his fingers danced along your sides, massaging your skin as he sank in and out of your soaked cunt.

You moaned at the sensation of his cock dragging against your walls, spreading you apart each time he thrusted forward. You slid your hands down the curve of his back, savoring the feeling of his sweaty skin underneath your touch.

"You're so wet," he hissed a second later, tossing his head back as his eyes fluttered shut for a brief second. You moaned as you began to grind yourself up against him, chasing the way your cunt slid over the curve of his cock, "such a needy little thing." He teased, slowly opening his dark eyes as he peered down at you.

You couldn't think of any quick remarks as he continued to drag his cock in and our of your slick pussy. You were moving your hips forward just as desperately, the sound of your bodies meeting filling your ears like a filthy melody.

"More, please, please," you begged wantonly, feeling unstrained. Being this close wasn't enough, you needed more. Wanted more. The taste, smell and feel of him wasn't enough to satsify you, "please, Stevie. Give me more." You pleaded with him, flashing your eyelashes to earn a loud groan from him.

He snapped his hips forward harder, thrusting quicker and deeper as he gripped a hold of you tightly. You wrapped your arms around his back, his chest sliding against yours as you locked your ankles tightly around his waist.

"Fuck, fuck," he cursed as he dropped his head against yours once again, his voice straining as his fingertips dug into your skin this time. You whined at the sensation, body burning in pleasure as your cunt squeleched around his cock, "you feel so good, honey. So fucking good, baby." He praised, veins in his neck straining as he snapped his hips forward harder.

You whined uncontrollably as you felt the muscles in your stomach contracting, goosebumps spreading on your skin as your toes curled in awe. His cock was pressing against your deepest spots, making electricity spread through your spine.

"Steve, fuck," you cried out, fingertips aching from how harshly you were gripping him. His moans were just as desperate, mingling with yours as his thrusts became deeper and slower. Your body shook from the pleasure, mind growing hazy as your clit throbbed as your orgasm began to wash over you, "oh my God, yes! Oh God, Steve!" You squeaked as your high fell on top of you, crushing you like a harsh wave.

You momentarily couldn't breathe, your lungs swelling as your cunt clamped down around his thick girth. You shook underneath him, cumming intensely as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

"Oh fuck," he whined this time, making your insides feel like putty as you continued to tremble underneath him. Your clit was throbbing as the way he rutted into you, sloppy and deep, "you're so wet baby, so fucking soaked. That felt good, huh?" He rambled off, a hazy look in his eyes as he whined louder.

You leaned up to kiss at his neck, licking away the sweat that collected at his skin. You dragged your nails down his skin as he continued to whine, his cock throbbing inside of your soaked pussy.

He rutted into you twice, then one more time before he bottomed out against you. You could feel his balls against your skin, wet with your slick as he twitched inside of you. He groaned lowly, lips parting as he came inside of you. You moaned at the sudden feeling of his cum painting your walls, warm inside of you.

"M'sorry, m'sorry," he spit out, shaking as he fell flat against you. You savored the feeling of his body on top of yours, his weight feeling nice against you, "fuck. I should've grabbed a condom." He closed his eyes as he shook his head, cheek pressed against yours.

"It's alright," you told him breathlessly, nodding your head, "it felt good." You told him honestly, lazily bringing your hands up to brush his messy hair off of his forehead.

He moaned a second later, eyes flashing with want as he gazed down at you again. You cocked your eyebrows, feeling very comfortable despite everything that had just happened.

"You liked that, huh? Little pervert." You teased as you dragged your thumb across his sweaty forehead, enjoying the way his cheeks flushed from your words.

"Shut up." He mumbled as he groaned in embarassment, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. You smiled as you brushed your fingers through his hair, heart hammering softly as you savored the feeling of him against you. This had definitely been a good idea.

"You know," you paused for a moment, brushing your fingers across his skin gently, "you might be the reason I was so worked up." You admitted slowly, ignoring the way his head snapped up in your direction.

"Yeah?" He asked, looking amused as he rubbed his thumb across your cheek. You grumbled.

"Don't get too excited," you teased, biting at his thumb playfully, "maybe it was a one time thing." You added, earning a little laugh from him.

"I think about you a lot too," he hummed, pecking your lips softly, "glad we got that covered." He grinned as he pulled away, making your heart thump.

[glamourscat]

FLOWERS? ISAGI YOICHI X READER

the bastard münchen vs pxg match HAS FINALLY ENDED. A lil (late Valentine’s) childhood bestie! x Isagi fic because I love him so much

Pathetic.

That’s how Isagi felt; truly and utterly pathetically in love.

It was foolish of him, really, falling for his childhood best friend. The one person who knew him better than anyone else, the one constant in his life. And yet, he had fallen anyway.

He had known you since before you could even string proper sentences together, back when the biggest problem in your tiny world was who got to play with the fluffy teddy bear. He had been there for every phase of your life, just as you had been for his.

The bad haircuts, the breakouts, the braces. The cringe stylistic choices that made you both groan whenever old pictures resurfaced. The triumphs and failures, the reckless dreams and harsh realities. Every best and worst moment you had been by each other’s side.

And because of that, maybe he should have realized sooner.

Your parents, his parents, had always teased. “You two will end up together eventually.” A statement so casual, so inevitable in their wise eyes. Maybe that was why he held back for so long. Maybe it was out of sheer defiance, or maybe it was the terrifying truth that you already saw him. Every flaw, every insecurity, every crack in his carefully built walls.

And yet, you still chose to stay.

To love someone who truly sees you, all of you, and still stays by your side? That scared the shit out of him.

But Blue Lock is over now. He felt like he had aged thirty years in that soccer prison, but it had been worth it. Because now, he was here. Walking freely through the streets with the weight of his dream in his hands. He was part of Japan’s World Cup team.

And you, his best friend, his everything, would be by his side, not just as his anchor but also as the team’s manager.

Isagi exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the selection of flowers before him.

He had faced some of the greatest strikers in the world. Outwitted geniuses on the field. Fought, struggled, won.

And yet, confessing to you on Valentine’s Day? Felt like the biggest challenge he had to yet face.

“Roses are too much, right?” he mumbled under his breath, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he stared at the bouquets like they were an opposing team’s defensive lineup. Puzzle pieces hardly connecting in his brain. “I mean… yeah, they literally scream romance, but isn’t that kind of obvious? Too predictable? Shit.”

The old lady behind the counter glanced at him, unimpressed. She had seen countless lovesick fools in this exact position before, hell, today alone and Isagi fell right into that category.

Tulips? Too plain. Sunflowers? You might think he was calling you bright and cheerful, which—yeah, fair, but what if you took it as a joke? Lilies? What do lilies even mean?!

“You need help?” the florist finally asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” he admitted immediately. “I mean—yes? No. I’m just trying to figure out what flowers match a card that I, uh, may or may not have rewritten six times… as a valentines gift. Which turned out fine! I think. Maybe. Hopefully.”

The florist hummed, giving him a long, knowing look before glancing at the selection in front of her. “Alright, what kind of message are we going for here? Romantic? Sweet? ‘I’ve been in love with you since childhood and only just realized it because I’m a dumbass’?”

Isagi choked. “Why would you say it like that?!”

She gave him the flattest stare of his life. “Because that’s exactly what’s happening.”

He groaned, running a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah, fair point.”

The florist smirked before plucking a bouquet from the display. “Here. Go with these. A mix of daisies, lavender and forget-me-nots. It says you care, but you’re not coming on too strong. Subtle romance, but meaningful. Perfect for an idiot in denial.”

He took the bouquet, staring at it like it held the secrets of the universe. “Huh. Yeah. This… this actually works. How did you—”

“Experience, kid. Now go before you start overthinking again.”

Isagi nodded, clutching the flowers like they were the winning ball in a match. Alright. Flowers? Check. Card? Done—well, kind of. Cake? As good as it was gonna get.

Now, he just had to actually go back home and give them to you.

…Oh, shit.

This was really happening.

This might actually kill him.

He is pretty sure his heart is beating faster than the last goal he scored while playing for bastard münchen. He feels like throwing up. Was this normal? Probably not. But despite everything he wants you to know. He needs you to know that at the end of the day, pathetic or not, Isagi Yoichi is in love with you. And it was damn time he did something about it.

But for his luck, as he walked out of the flower shop, he almost crashed into someone.

“I am so—“ before he could even get the words out his soul almost came out of his body.

YOU. Out of everyone, you. In front of him. With a bouquet of flowers too. Wait, FLOWERS? Who— you…. Did— who gave you those?

“Yoichi” you say, words coming out slightly higher pitched than intended, trying to act normal, but you’re pretty sure the panicked expression you were trying to fight off with a smile came off more as you were constipated, more than anything else.

“Y/n” he says, seemingly unaware of your mental state, thankfully? Or maybe you should be worried that he was so oblivious to it.

“ Are you g—“

“Who— gave you those?” He said so quickly, not even allowing you to finish your sentence.

Your eyes fall to the flowers in your arms, if your cheeks weren’t red before, you’re pretty sure they are now.

“Who gave you those?” you say, nodding to the flowers he had in his arms. Trying to change the subject.

“I asked first.”

“I asked second”

A moment of silence before you two burst out laughing from the strange moment.

“Alright— alright. On the count of three? Together?” You says amused

One. Two. Three.

“I got them from you” you two say in unison.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

That’s what his brain was screaming. He probably looked like an absolute moron, standing there with a confused expression and jaw open as he looked at you. Huh? Him? YOU GOT FLOWERS FOR HIM— AKCKEPWLCNGIVVIFNRNWPW.

“You— eh?”

That was it. That was all his brain could come up with. World-class striker, future ace of Japan, but the second you said you got flowers for him? Immediate system failure.

You smiled, shy but warm, the edges of your expression softening in that way that was playful yet so beautiful. It made his heart feel like it was about to spontaneously combust. “Yeah, you—is that so weird?”

Yes. No. Maybe. His brain was still rebooting.

“You—you got me flowers?” he repeated, as if the words might make more sense if he said them out loud.

“I mean, yeah,” you said, shifting your weight from foot to foot. The bouquet in your arms crinkled as you fidgeted with the wrapping. “It’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it? I figured i had to be clear because you’re so dense sometimes.”

“I’m not dense!” he argued immediately.

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Okay, fine. Maybe a little dense,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out the rest of the world. “But—wait, why did you…?”

The words hung heavy in the air. Why did you get me flowers?

You took a shaky breath. “Because I like you, idiot.”

“I—wait—what?” He blinked, gripping his bouquet tighter like it might hold him upright. “Like… like-like?”

“Damn… and you say you aren’t dense” a small snort left your lips. “Yes, like-like!” you huffed, but your voice trembled a little. “I’ve… kinda liked you for a while. And I figured—if I didn’t say anything today, I’d probably chicken out forever and cry myself to sleep for the next month. Maybe two.”

“You like me,” he repeated dumbly, trying to wrap his head around it.

You tilted your head, exasperated. “Yoichi, please tell me those flowers are for me or am I about to die of embarrassment right now?”

“What? NO—I mean, yes! Yes, I like you too!” The words practically exploded out of him, way louder than he meant to. “I’ve liked you since—God, I don’t even know when. Probably since that stupid teddy bear fight when we were kids.. And—” Lord, he is rambling now. “And I have made you a card. A beautiful one, I think you will like it. And a cake. Though I burnt it the first time. Maybe the second time too. But, fuck yes, I like you too”

For a second, neither of you said anything. You just stood there, two idiots clutching flowers, blushing like middle schoolers with their first crushes.

Finally, you exhaled, shaking your head as you tried not to laugh. “Wow. We’re really bad at this.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. “But, like… at least we’re bad at it together?”

You rolled your eyes, but the teasing smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “Together, huh?”

“I mean… if you want that. If you want me.” He said, trying not to look more giddy than he already is.

“I wouldn’t be standing here holding flowers and trying to not burst into flames after a confession that I definitely did not rehearse in my head twenty times for you if I didn’t, genius.”

In a rush of courage, Isagi moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, bouquets squished in between your guys’ chests. You smelled like warmth and home.

“Can I—uh,” he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, “can I kiss you?”

“Yoichi, if you don’t kiss me after all that, I’ll start overthinking and we know—.”

He doesn’t need anything else. His smile shushed you, as his lips finally met yours in a kiss that was a bit messy, yet soft and sweet. You tasted like that tea you like so much. A mix of honey, flowers and sugar that makes him greedy for more. Despite being in the middle of the sidewalk and in retrospect, he will for sure be embarrassed about the pda later.

But that’s a problem for later. Because the realisation that fuck yes, he is finally kissing you, settles in. And for the first time that day, but perhaps in his entire life, his brain went completely and blissfully quiet.

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[scribblesofagoonerr]

a bit of a wobble | chaos fc

this is an extra one added in because well i'm in the mood to write angst. also big thank you to @wosov for helping me create the idea for this one

pairings: katie mccabe x monkey!reader | kyra cooney-cross x monkey!reader | awfc x monkey!reader

summary: monkey has a bit of a wobble in australia and she needs the comfort of her favourite auntie

“Are you sure she’s okay?” Kyra asked Steph for what felt like the millionth time in the space of ten minutes since they climbed on the bus, “Are you positive? Can you ring Katie? I’m worried about her!”

The bus sat parked out front of Marvel Stadium, awaiting the late arrivals, and Kyra couldn’t stop fidgeting in her seat. Steph, unfortunately, had drawn the short straw and was stuck next to her, constantly hounding her with questions about you.

“I’m sure she’s going to be just fine, Ky. Katie’s got her,” Steph answered, forcing a tight-lipped smile, “Now, will you just sit still and stop fidgeting for five minutes?”

“But… But what if she’s not? What if she’s still upset? What if something’s wrong?” Kyra’s words tumbled out in a rapid stream, her panic growing with every passing second, “She didn’t… She didn’t seem herself back there!”

Steph exchanged a glance with Caitlin, who sat in front of the two of them, and the latter of the two raised an eyebrow, clearly tired of the back-and-forth,  “Kyra, let it go, alright? There’s nothing we can do right now. It’s out of our hands,” The girl explained, trying to ground the younger girl.

But Kyra was far from letting it go. She was bouncing in her seat, agitated, half turning to look out the window and expecting to see you walk out with Katie.

“I’m gonna go to her hotel room and check in on her when we get back,” Kyra declared suddenly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Ky, she’s not there, remember?” Steph told her firmly, “Katie has her. You need to stop.”

But that didn’t even phase Kyra.

“Fine, then I’ll just go to Katie’s hotel room instead,” The Aussie girl insisted, her eyes bright with determination, “I’m her bestie. I’ll cheer her up!”

Steph and Caitlin shared a look with one another.

“Look, pest, she’s… she just needs to be with Katie tonight, alright?” Caitlin tried to explain in the best way that she could, “Tomorrow, I’m sure she’ll be back to her usual self, bouncing around and annoying all of us. You just need to be patient and wait.”

Steph snorted in amusement, “Patient? This is Kyra we’re talking about here, remember?”

“I have to go and find her. I don’t see why I can’t go and see how she’s doing! Why does it matter if Katie is with her or not?” Kyra was determined to check on you, and make sure you were okay, and she wouldn’t believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. She stood up suddenly, gripping the rail by her seat as if that alone would get her off the bus faster.

And then the bus started to rumble.

The engine fired up beneath them, and Kyra’s eyes went wide, “Wait, wait—Monkey isn’t on the bus yet! We can’t go! We can’t leave her behind!”

Steph was already out of her seat, grabbing the back of Kyra’s hoodie to yank her back into place, “Sit. Down. Monkey’s fine.”

“Ky, relax, Katie and Monkey are getting an Uber back,” Caitlin said gently, though Kyra still looked panicked, “Just sit down, it’s going to be fine. They’ll be back in a bit.”

“Why?” Kyra asked, her brow furrowing in confusion, “I… I don’t get it. Why are they coming back separately? Nothing is making sense right now!”

Steph exhaled a sigh and pushed Kyra into the window seat, keeping her arm across her to stop her from moving, “I know you don’t understand all of it, Kyra, but just trust us when we say that she’s in safe hands with Katie, okay? Like Cait said, wait until tomorrow and she’ll be back to her usual menace-self, yeah?”

Kyra huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “I don’t like it, though. She should be on here, it’s not right!”

“I know you don’t like it, pest, but it is what it is,” Caitlin murmured, pressing her lips together, “Katie knows how to handle Monkey when she’s like… this, and it’s better this way.”

“Right, our Uber’s here, little lady,” Katie said softly, crouching down to your level with her voice all calm and gentle. Her hoodie was draped around your waist, tied securely to cover the wet patch on your shorts—not a single word of judgement, not even a look. Just care.

She’d of course seen this before.

You sniffled, but didn’t say anything, still sucking your thumb without realiising. You just stared, your eyes a little too wide, too empty. You weren’t really there.

“Hey, Monkey,” Katie reached out and brushed a bit of hair out of your eyes with the backs of her fingers, her expression nothing but kind, “I know it’s been a long day today, hasn’t it?”

You didn’t respond. Didn’t even blink.

“We’ll have you back to the hotel soon enough,” Katie pressed on anyway, her voice a careful murmur like she was trying not to startle a frightened animal, “Yer can have a bath and clean up, and then we’ll watch a movie in my bed, how ‘bout that? I’ll even let yer pick it.”

Still nothing. But your head tilted a bit towards her hand.

That was enough. It was something.

It was barely anything. But still—enough.

“Atta girl,” Katie murmured, her hand rubbing gently up and down your back as she helped you stand. Your knees buckled a bit, but she caught you without hesitation, steadying you like she’d done it a thousand times before, “We’ll get yer sorted. No rush. We go at yer pace, little lady.”

Katie had her arm wrapped protectively around you as she led you towards the car park. The Uber was waiting just outside the stadium. She helped you into the back seat, buckled you in carefully as your thumb finally slipped from your mouth. Your eyes were still glassy as you stared at nothing in particular.

You didn’t protest, didn’t react. You just… let her do everything for you.

Katie’s jaw clenched for half a second as she draped her arm around your shoulders and tried not to show how worried she was. She let you cuddle in close, your head falling limply against her shoulder while your eyes remained unfocused as the car began to pull off from the curb.

The Irish girl rested her cheek on top of you as she shut her eyes for a moment, “Soon as we get back, it’s warm jammies and a cuddle burrito, alright?” She whispered into your ear like she was sharing her best-kept secret, “And yer can’t be sad in a cuddle burrito.”

Still nothing.

Katie didn’t speak again. She just held you that bit tighter, and pulled out her phone with her free hand, texting Caitlin with one thumb, her heart sinking a little further with every silent minute.

📲 We’re heading back to the hotel now. Can we rain check on our plans later? Monkey really needs me tonight. She’s not herself at all

Before continuing to keep her arm wrapped around you, holding you tightly as if she was afraid of letting you go, “Bet this feels like déjà vu, doesn’t it? I should probably let your ma’s know what’s happened, and that you’re okay.”

She started typing a second message, this time to Jordan.

📲 Monkey’s had a bit of a wobble, but don’t worry, she’s alright, and I’m looking after her tonight for you both.

Before she could hit send, you stirred. Just a little. A sound, more breath than voice.

“M… Mummy,” You mumbled, barely above a whisper.

Katie froze, and her eyes widened in sheer panic—She’d seen this happen before with her own eyes, “Oh…  shit.”

The message to Jordan stayed unsent.

She tucked her phone away, both arms back around you now. That one tiny word still echoed in her ears, and just like that, all of her full attention was back on you.

Even at the hotel, Kyra was relentless in keeping on going and questioning every little thing.

“We were supposed to have a sleepover tonight! I don’t get why that can’t happen?” The young Australian questioned, confused as she paced the hotel room up and down, “Why is it so important that she stays with Katie? Why can’t I help her?”

Steph and Caitlin shared another look, “She’s not going to give up, is she?” Caitlin asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” Steph murmured, exhaling a small sigh, “There’s only one person who can explain this better than anyone.”

“Yeah,” Caitlin hummed in agreement, “You’d better get Leah on the phone to have a word with her.”

Steph hesitated. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, thumb hovering over the screen for a second.

“It’s late there,” The older one out of the two muttered, half to herself. But then she glanced at Kyra, who was now pacing the room like a caged animal.

“... She’ll want to know what’s going on anyway, Steph. This is Leah we’re on about here, remember?” Caitlin added, more to justify it.

“Yeah…” Steph mumbled, her thumb hovering over the screen, “Yeah, you’re right there, “ And Steph finally hit call.

After a few rings, the call connected.

Leah’s tired face filled the screen—eyes half-lidded, her blonde hair shoved into a messy bun. But it wasn’t just Leah.

Your 3-year-old sister Buddy was clinging to her, arms wrapped around her neck, her small face blotchy and tear-streaked, “Hey, Leah—Oh no, little miss. What’s the matter?”

Buddy only cried harder, nuzzling into Leah’s shoulder with a tiny whimper.

“Bubba’s not doing too good right now, are we?” Leah cooed, rocking her gently and kissing her forehead, “So we’ve had some Calpol, and we’re having some snuggles while we wait for it to kick in, aren’t we, Buddy?”

“I poorly, Auntie Stephy,” Buddy sniffled, her voice cracking through the phone, “I feel icky!”

“Oh no,” Steph frowned, her voice softening, “It’s a good job you’ve got your Mummy to take care of you. You’ll be better in no time, sweetheart.”

“Uh-huh,” Buddy nodded sadly, still curled into Leah’s arms.

“Doing my best,” Leah sighed, “Just what I wanted to deal with today, eh?” She offered a tired smile before glancing up again, “Is everything alright? Please don’t tell me Monkey’s been causing more trouble.”

Steph hesitated, “Oh, no… no, it’s kind of the opposite of that.”

Leah’s expression sharpened immediately, “What d’you mean?”

“Where Monks’?” Buddy asked quietly, rubbing at her nose.

“She’s with your Auntie Katie right now,” Steph answered gently—but the second those words were out, Leah’s face fell.

“... She’s with Katie?” Leah asked slowly, her entire posture changing, “She chose to go with Katie?”

Steph nodded, and Leah sat up straighter, brows knitting together.

“What’s going on?” Leah asked, her voice low and tight, “What’s happened?”

“Well… the thing is, Monkey’s a bit… vulnerable right now,” Steph began to explain, “We didn’t want to worry you, but—”

Leah’s jaw clenched, “You should’ve called sooner. What d’you mean, vulnerable? What’s wrong with her?”

“Le, she’s safe. I promise,” Steph rushed to reassure her, “Katie’s got her. She’s really shaken up, and Katie’s just taking it slow. But the thing is…. Kyra doesn’t understand what is going on, and well, she won’t let it go.”

Leah’s heart clenched in her chest, “Fuck,” She whispered, and then pinched the bridge of her nose, “What d’you mean Kyra won’t let it go?”

“Won’t stop pacing. Keeps trying to leave. Keeps saying she wants to see Monkey. Won’t let it go,” Caitlin chimed in from behind Steph, her voice hushed but exasperated, “And she’s dead set on wanting to have a sleepover with your girl tonight.”

“She thinks she’s helping,” Steph added, “She doesn’t understand. She’s getting really upset about it. Will you try and talk to her?”

Leah sighed and rubbed her temple, already sitting up straighter, “Yeah, alright. Put her on.”

“Thank you,” Steph breathed a sigh of relief, handed the phone off, and Kyra appeared in the frame, visibly frazzled and fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve, “Ky? Come here. Leah wants to speak to you.”

Kyra sprinted across the hotel room and snatched the phone out of Steph’s hands, “Leah! Leah, is Monkey okay? She… She didn’t seem right at all!” She rambled her words, trying to get her point across, “She was quiet… and acting weird. And she was sucking her thumb, and she was… she was shaking a bit? That’s not normal, right? I know she’s not okay. I can go and fix it, though, I promise!”

“Kyra,” Leah’s tone softened slightly, but it was still firm–the usual tone of voice that Kyra recognised Leah usually reserved for you and Buddy, “Look, I know you’re worried. I know you care about Monkey. But I need you to listen to me, and I mean really listen.”

Kyra blinked, “But she needs me, I can help—”

“Ra!” Buddy squealed weakly from Leah’s lap, perking up, “Mummy, Mummy, ‘ook! Dat Ra! But where Monks’?”

“Yes, it’s Kyra, isn’t it, Bubba?” Leah smiled tiredly, adjusting the phone, balancing it while still rocking Buddy, “Your big sister is with Auntie Katie right now. She’s not feeling her best, but Auntie Katie’s gonna help her feel better.”

“Otay,” Buddy nodded in understanding, “I wan’ talk to Ra too, Mummy!” The little girl insisted.

“You can soon, Bubba, but Mummy needs to talk to her first, alright?” Leah stroked her hair, “Then you can have a chat!”

Once Buddy had settled back into Leah’s chest, Leah focused on Kyra again.

“Kyra, I know this all seems confusing, and I know you want to help. That’s the difference,” Leah’s voice cut through the room like a knife, “Right now, Monkey doesn’t need a best mate. She needs calm. Quiet. She needs someone who knows exactly how to hold her when she’s too far gone to say what she needs.”

“But I know her!” Kyra protested, eyes glistening, “I can help her! We could… We could do something. And that would cheer her up!”

“I love that you want to help her, Kyra. I love that you care so much about my girl. But that won’t help. Monkey’s got a different way of coping sometimes, alright? She’s… unique, and sometimes, well, sometimes, yes, she does things that seem typical for her age. But that’s just how she copes,” Leah’s voice finally cracked a little, “Monkey’s going through a bit of a rough patch, and when she gets scared like this, her brain checks out. It’s not about cheering her up or playing games. It’s about making sure she’s safe enough to breathe.”

Kyra’s brow furrowed, “Is it ‘cause of her dad? I heard stuff. I know was an ab—well, a proper idiot. That’s why she got adopted by you, and your ex in the first place, yeah?”

Leah looked down for a beat, pressing her lips together, “... It’s more complicated than just that, Kyra. A lot more complicated.”

“But I could—”

“No, Kyra. You couldn’t. And that’s okay,” Leah cut her off, “I know that your heart is in the right place. Do you think I like being on the other side of the world while my kid’s falling apart? No. But I am grateful that she has her Auntie there. She needs someone familiar there. And I trust Katie. Because she knows how to handle Monkey when she’s like this.”

“We were meant to have a sleepover,” Kyra bit her lip, ���We… We had plans.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, Kyra,” Leah apologised, keeping her tone gentle and calm, “I know you had plans, but she doesn’t need that. She needs to be with someone who can take care of her in the way that you just can’t, right now. Not because you don’t care, I know you do. But this… this is deeper. Right now, Monkey needs her Auntie. I need you to trust me that she’s safe.”

“But it’s not fair,” Kyra huffed, dramatically flopping down onto Steph’s bed, “What about our sleepover now?”

“There’ll be plenty of time for sleepovers, Kyra. It’s not the end of the world,” Leah reminded her, “I don’t exactly know what has happened, but if Monkey is with Katie, then I really need you to trust me on this. Trust me that Monkey needs her Auntie Katie. It’s important that she has that sense of familiarity around her if she’s feeling vulnerable right now, okay?

Buddy sniffled and looked up again, “I wan’ Monks’.”

“I know, Bubba,” Leah cooed, “Another couple of days, and she’ll be home. And then she can open her birthday presents from us all.”

“When Nana comin’?” Buddy asked, peering up to look at Leah.

“Oh, in a bit, baby. It’s still very early right now, and I think Nana will be asleep,” Leah gently explained, brushing the sweaty hair out of Buddy’s eyes.

Kyra’s voice was quiet now, “I’ve never seen her like that before, she looked so… small, and vulnerable. Kim shouted at her, and she just… shut down. It was like she wasn’t even there—”

“Wait, what?” Leah instantly cut her off, anger quickly taking over her previous worried tone of voice, “What d’you mean, Kim shouted at her?!”

“Oh, umm…” Kyra wasn’t exactly sure how to explain it, biting her bottom lip, “I… I don’t think she meant it, but well, Monkey and I were trying to prank Emily, and it sorta backfired…” She mumbled, turning to look at Steph for her help explaining it.

Steph huffed, rolling her eyes as she reluctantly took back her phone to explain the situation to Leah in better detail, “Right, so Monkey and Kyra attempted to prank Emily, but it backfired, and it ended up that Katie got caught out instead,” She began to explain, “Well, Katie wasn’t too happy about that, and then tried to chase Monkey around the changing rooms—”

“What the hell does any of this have to do with Kim shouting at my girl?” Leah cut the Australian off, feeling immensely protective of you and not liking the fact that Kim yelled at you.

“Mummy, ‘ou swore!” Buddy spoke aloud in realisation, “Dat a naughty word, ‘meber? ‘Ou can’ say dat!”

Leah peered down to look at Buddy, who was lying on her and innocently looking up at her, “You’re right, Bubba. Mummy shouldn’t say words like that. You don’t repeat them, okay?”

“Right, yeah, so Kim walked in and found out what happened,” Steph continued to explain to Leah, “Kim tried to put Monkey in timeout because, well, she’d been pushing buttons a lot throughout the day, and Monkey muttered something under her breath. Kim misheard. It all escalated from there,” She finished filling Leah in on the chaos you’d been causing and the reason behind Kim shouting at you.

“And now Monkey is terrified?” Leah muttered, jaw clenched, “Brilliant. My girl is scared, and I’m on the other side of the world and unable to be there—Great, that’s just fantastic.”

“Katie has her,” Steph reminded her, “She’s got it under control. But… Kim’s really cut up about it. Barely spoke at all on the bus back to the hotel. I think she’d probably benefit from a call to check in as well.”

“Right,” Leah murmured, “I’ll give her a call once we’re done.”

“Mummy,” Buddy piped up, tugging on her shirt, “I speak to Ra now like ‘ou said I could?”

“You can, Bubba,” Leah smiled, gesturing for Buddy to hold her phone as she let the toddler chat away to Kyra–literally about nothing and everything. Her favourite paw patrol pup, the colour of her new juice bottle, how much she missed you, and she couldn’t wait to see you when you’re home.

“Ra! Guess what?” Buddy chirped to Kyra excitedly, “M’ Nana’s comin’ to see me ‘ater! Right, Mummy?”

“That’s right, Bubba,” Leag smiled, brushing a lock of hair from the little girl’s face, “She’s bringing Monkey’s birthday presents, isn’t she? So your big sister can open them when she’s back home with us.”

“Yeah! Monks’ hafta open all da presents!” Buddy squealed, the Calpol finally kicking in as her usual bubbly chatter returned.

“Wow, that’s so cool! Are you gonna help her open them all?” Kyra asked, trying her best to sound upbeat, even though her mind was still tangled up with worry about you.

“Uh huh! Me gonna be the bestest helper!” Buddy declared, puffing out her chest proudly, “Me gon’ rip ‘em all open for her!”

“You’ve gotta save a few for her to open too, you know,” Kyra teased gently.

“Don’ worry, I do dat!” Buddy promised, her whole face lit up with determination.

“Alright, Bubba,” Leah said with a soft laugh, “We’ve got to let Kyra and Steph go now, and get some breaky in that tummy of yours, don’t we?”

“But Mummy, I still hafta talk to Ra!” Buddy insisted, an adorable pout plastered on her face, “I don’ wan’ no food!

“There’ll be plenty of time to talk later,” Leah said, coaxing her gently. She reached out and motioned for the phone, “Let’s let them get on, yeah?”

“Bye, Buddy!” Kyra waved at the 3-year-old.

“Buh-bye, Ra!” Buddy murmbled, waving back as she curled herself back up against Leah.

Kyra gave Leah a wave before handing Steph’s phone back to her.

 You’ll text me when they get back to the hotel?” Leah asked Steph, the worry thick in her voice despite her trying not to show it, “And tell Katie… Tell her thank you.”

“Of course,” Steph agreed with the blonde, “Monkey will be okay, Le. She’s in good hands with Katie.”

With some reluctant goodbyes, Leah ended the call, the smile on her face slipping the moment the screen went black.

The guilt sat heavy in her stomach. She hated not being there with you, especially now, when you needed her the most. You might be grown, but in her heart, you’d always be her little girl. And hearing the way you sounded—small, scared—it nearly broke her.

“Mummy!” Buddy piped up again, suddenly scrambling off the bed, “I wan’ Coco Pops! Cos’ dats da one Monkey likes, an’ I eat dem cos’ I miss ‘er!”

Leah blinked back the sting in her eyes, “I know, Bubba,” She murmured, standing to follow her, “I miss Monkey too. But she’ll be back before we know it.

“That was a quick ride, wasn’t it?” Katie murmured gently as the Uber pulled up outside the hotel, “Shall we get out now, hm?”

You didn’t answer as Katie coaxed you out of the car.

“Cheers, ‘ave a good one!” Katie called to the driver, her arm still wrapped securely around your waist.

You didn’t react, eyes vacant, staring somewhere far away. Katie held you close as she guided you toward the hotel entrance, where the rest of the team had already returned.

“Come on, little lady,” Katie said softly, her tone filled with quiet concern, “Yer gonna feel so much better after a warm bath. Loads of bubbles, yeah? Maybe even chuck in a rubber duck or two.”

But you didn’t respond. Still and silent.

Katie’s heart squeezed as she glanced down at you—so quiet, so unlike yourself. But she didn’t push.

With one arm around your shoulders, Katie led you into the lift, pressing the button to head upstairs, “Alright, little lady. Shall we go to my room or yours instead?”

Silence.

“Where’s yer room key, Monkey?” Katie asked, keeping her voice soft and steady, “Is it in yer backpack?”

You barely moved, just gave the smallest nod—enough for her to understand.

“Alright, let’s see if we can find it,” Katie said, gently slipping the strap off your shoulder and rummaging through the bag, “Here we go—victory, eh? Let’s head in and get yer sorted. I’ll start running yer bath. Yer will feel better in no time.”

Still no words from you.

Katie tapped the keycard against the door and led you gently inside, steering you toward the centre of the room, “Right, yer just wait ‘ere and I’ll go get the water started,” She explained softly, trying to keep things simple and predictable, “Do yer want to pick out some jammies while I do that?”

But you just stood there. Frozen.

Katie let out a quiet sigh—not frustrated, just deeply, deeply sad.

“Or not,” The older girl murmured.

Katie stepped closer and crouched down, lowering herself to your level as she kept her voice barely above a whisper, “Alright, how about this—we take it one step at a time, yeah? Let’s go into the bathroom and I’ll start running that bath.”

With gentle hands, Katie guided you toward the hotel bathroom, just enough to keep you within sight while she moved to the tub. She turned on the taps and popped the plug in, watching as the water began to rise. Rolling up her sleeves, she poured in a generous dollop of bubble bath and swirled it through the water with her hands, filling the room with the soft scent of lavender and the growing froth of bubbles.

Katie kept her movements delicate and careful as she turned to you, a soft smile tugging at her lips, “Do yer want me to leave yer in ‘ere to get outta them damp clothes, now? She asked gently, giving you the choice, not wanting to crowd you.

But you didn’t move.

Katie waited a moment longer, watching you with quiet patience. Then she stepped a little closer, crouching in front of you once more, “Alright, okay then. I know yer probably don’t want me to help yer like this, Monkey,” She began to help you out of your damp clothes with tender hands and feather-light touches, every movement slow and careful so as not to startle you, “What kind of Auntie would I be if I just left you in soggy clothes, eh?”

Your eyes blinked slowly, like her words took a little longer to reach you than they should have. You didn’t flinch, didn’t speak. Just stood there, thumb slipping quietly into your mouth as you stared past her.

Katie glanced over at the bath and tried again, “I think one of them rubber ducks should definitely keep you company in there,” She said, nodding towards the bubbles that were now just high enough to hide the bottom of the tub.

There was a pause. A flicker. You gave the faintest nod.

“Good girl,” Katie whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, her chest aching as she straightened up, “Right, do yer want to get in?” She asked gently.

You still remained silent.

Katie helped you step into the tub with the same gentleness she’d shown all along, then knelt beside it, dipping the sponge into the warm water and squeezing it slowly over your shoulder.

“Let’s do a bath,” Katie murmured, voice barely above the sound of trickling water, “Then we’ll do jammies. Then we’ll watch a movie until yer fall asleep, alright?”

There was a long pause—the kind that filled the air with everything you couldn’t quite say yet.

And then, just as Katie reached for the shampoo, your voice came out—small, hoarse, and cracked around the edges, “M’ sorry, Auntie Katie.”

Katie froze for half a second. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Oh, little lady,” Katie whispered, her voice trembling with tenderness as she brushed a warm hand over your hair, “You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry for, little lady. Nothin’ at all.”

Leaning in, Katie rested a steady hand against your back as she gently ran the sponge down your arm, “You’re safe now, Monkey. That’s all that matters.”

“Mummy! I hafta eat Coco Pops cos’ dem so yummy!” Buddy exclaimed with absolute urgency, legs swinging wildly beneath the kitchen table as she perched in her booster seat, curls still sleep-ruffled and as she waited not so patiently for Leah to make her a bowl of cereal.

Leah chuckled softly, the sound tinged with exhaustion as she rustled through the cereal cupboard, “Coco Pops, comin’ right up, Bubba,” She murmured, pulling out a Bluey-themed cartoon plastic bowl—because anything else would just cause a national toddler meltdown–and poured in the cereal,  filling it just right. Not too much milk, not too little. Just the way Buddy insisted on, lately.

The morning light streamed in through the window, casting a golden glow over the room. There was something oddly peaceful about the hum of routine amidst the chaos of everything else.

Buddy grinned as Leah placed the bowl in front of her, immediately grabbing her spoon with both hands, “I gon’ eat ‘em all an’ get big just like Monks’!”

Leah reached over to gently ruffle her curls, “You’re already growing too fast, baby.”

Buddy chewed happily as the milk dribbled down her chin, utterly content in the moment. 

Leah watched for a moment, letting herself breathe and savouring the brief calm, trying to push aside the ache in her chest.

Then, of course, reality tapped her shoulder in the form of her phone buzzing on the counter.

She picked it up, sighing softly as she tapped Kim’s name in her rest calls.

It rang once. Then twice.

Then—

“Hello?” Kim’s voice was small, raw.

Leah didn’t get a word out before Kim broke.

“I’m so sorry,” Kim burst out, already crying, “Leah, I swear I didn’t mean to shout at her, I just—she caught me off guard and I panicked, and I understand if you don’t want me around Monkey anymore. Or Buddy. Or you. I’ll step back. I’ll find a new club. The captaincy can be yours again, you can have it all, I just—I don’t want you to hate me—”

“Whoa, whoa—stop, Kim,” Leah pinched the bridge of her nose and sank into the kitchen chair, “Stop talkin’ for a second, yeah?”

Kim hiccuped and went quiet, save for her sniffles on the other end.

“I get it,” Leah said, softer now, “Monkey can push buttons. Lord knows she’s pushed every single one of mine over the years. These grey hairs aren’t just football related, y’know?”

That pulled the smallest laugh from Kim—wet and broken but real.

“I don’t want you to move clubs,” Leah said, gentler now, “I don’t want you to disappear on me. Or from my girls. Yeah, I was annoyed for a second—until I heard what happened. Kim, come on, let’s be honest… Monkey’s a menace when she’s spiralling. You snapped. It happens.”

I don’t want you to avoid me. And I definitely don’t want you cuttin’ yourself off from my girls. I mean—yeah, I was annoyed at first. But then I heard what happened. And let’s be honest… Monkey’s a menace when she’s spiralling. You snapped. It happens.”

Leah leaned back with a sigh, glancing at Buddy, who was now talking to her Coco Pops like they were people.

“It’s natural,” Leah added, “You are dealing with Monkey and Kyra in the same 24-hour span. That’s enough to send anyone over the edge.”

Kim started sobbing again—relief this time—and Leah let her. Let her get it all out.

Meanwhile, Buddy had finished her Coco Pops and was now standing beside Leah, gripping her knee, “Mummy! Is dat Auntie Kimmy? I heard Auntie Kimmy!”

Leah angled the screen so Buddy could see, “Say hi then, Bubba.”

Buddy squinted at the screen, “Why ‘ou cryin’, Auntie Kimmy? ‘Ou can’ cry. ‘Ou always happy!”

That got a watery chuckle from Kim, who wiped her eyes and waved, “I’m okay, sweetheart. Just bein’ a bit silly.”

Buddy frowned, “No more bein’ sad. I don’ like it.”

“Exactly,” Leah smiled and nodded, passing Kim a soft look, “You have to listen to Buddy on that one, Kim. Now… care to tell me what ridiculous prank my delightful child tried to pull that backfired?”

“Oh, well that,” Kim covered her mouth, half-laughing, “Her and Kyra tried to set it up for Emily to be attacked with silly string, but it ended up being Katie that got caught in the crossfire of it all.”

Leah groaned, rubbing her face, “Oh for f—I swear, she’s dangerously close to losin’ them sweet privileges if she carries on.”

As she said that, she sent a sly text to Alessia to check on Kim.

📲 Lessi, check on Kim for me, please. She’s not okay

Seconds later, Alessia popped into view behind Kim, wrapping an arm around her from behind and making a silly face at the camera.

“Don’t worry, Le, “ Alessia said, smiling softly, “Kim will be fine. She’s got me now.”

“Lessi!” Buddy squealed, seeing the blonde appear on the screen, “Lessi! Lessi!”

“Hi, little miss!” Alessia replied sweetly, smiling at the little girl sitting beside Leah, “You being cheeky this morning? I bet you're missing your big sister, huh?”

“I miss Monks’, an’ she sad right now,” Buddy pouted, lower lip wobbling, “I don' like it when she sad do.”

Leah wrapped her arm around her daughter, pulling her close, “I know, Bubba, but I bet that we can speak to her soon when she’s had a bit of rest,” She reassured her little girl.

“But I wan’ speak to ‘er now,” Buddy whined, not entirely understanding the reasoning that she couldn’t speak to you right now, “Why no’ now?”

“Monkey… isn’t feeling too great right now, Buddy,” Alessia came up with the excuse, as Leah gave her a grateful smile, “You just have to wait until tomorrow and you’ll be able to speak to her.”

“Yeah! I do dat!” Buddy squealed excitedly.

“Right, Bubba,” Leah cooed, brushing a strand of Buddy’s hair out of her eyes, “Let’s let Lessi and Auntie Kimmy go, and we can start our day, yeah?”

“Yeah! Nana’s comin’ to see me!” Buddy shouted with visible excitement, “I ‘cited to see Nana!”

“And I bet that Nana is so excited to see you too,” Leah replied in a playful tone, tickling Buddy, “Right, come on. Say bye-bye and we’ll go find some clothes for you to wear!”

“Buh-bye, Auntie Kimmy! Buh-Bye, Lessi!” Buddy eagerly waved, scrambling down off Leah’s lap, “Mummy, come on. We gots’ to go and look!”

“I’m coming right now, Bubba,” Leah chuckled, shaking her head before she turned back to look at her phone, “Thank you for keeping Kim company, Less. And Kim, I’m not mad with you that you lost your patience and shouted at Monkey—it happens. I know she’s in safe hands with Katie.”

“Anytime,” Alessia replied with a kind smile.

Kim nodded, though there was still guilt in her tone of voice, “I know, I just… I feel so bad for doing it—”

“Mummy! ‘Urry up!” Buddy cut through in a demanding tone of voice, “Ou’ ‘ave to ‘elp me pick out m’ clothes!”

“One second, please, Bubba. I’m just saying bye to Auntie Kimmy and Lessi, and then we’ll go and do it,” Leah told her 3-year-old in a patient tone of voice, “Just give me a minute, and we’ll go upstairs.”

“.... Fine,” Buddy pouted, standing by the door with her arms crossed over her chest, adding a small stomp to her feet to show her disappointment that Leah wasn’t moving quickly enough.

Leah stifled her laughter as she saw her 3-year-old turn extremely grumpy, “Well, at least I know she is feeling better right now,” She murmured, “Listen, girls, I’m gonna have to go before Buddy throws a strop. But Kim, remember? You’re human, and it happens, and regardless of that, Monkey will still love you because you’re her Auntie.”

“I hope so,” Kim mumbled, running her hand through her hair, “I really do. Anyways, I’ll let you go because it sounds like Buddy is getting impatient.”

“Oh, yes,  she definitely is,” Leah replied, half-amused as she turned around to see her grumpy girl looking very familiar to you, “I’ll try and call again when I can.”

And with that, Leah ended the call and immediately started moving again—because stillness, in this house, was a luxury she rarely got to keep.

The bathwater had long since drained, leaving only the faint smell of bubble bath lingering in the air as Katie helped you into a set of fresh pyjamas—soft ones with a cartoon print that you’d insisted on packing yourself.

“I thought I recognised them ones,” Katie said in a soft tone of voice as she noted the pyjamas, the set that she brought you for Christmas, “I did good choosin’ them, didn’t I?”

You didn’t speak. You just gave the faintest nod and crawled into bed.

Any other night, you would complain about it being too early to even think about the idea of sleep. 

But tonight? You were emotionally and physically exhausted. You didn’t have it in you to argue.

“Here we go, snug as a bug,” Katie teased lightly as she tucked you in, smoothing the covers up to your chin before sitting on the edge of the bed, making sure to stay close to you, “Yer want me to put a movie on now, eh?” She asked gently, reaching for the hotel TV remote.

You gave the smallest nod, thumb slipping into your mouth without you even thinking about it.

Katie smiled faintly, “Alright, I guess I know what to put on tonight, don’t I?” She wondered, already scouring through Netflix to find Shrek, “Bit of familiarity tonight, yeah?”

Katie hit play, the familiar DreamWorks opening comforting in a way that words couldn’t manage. You burrowed a little deeper under the duvet, letting the green swamp and silly jokes pull away from the sting of earlier.

But not enough. Not completely.

After a little while, Katie spoke again, keeping her voice quiet and careful, like you were a spooked animal she didn’t want to startle, “Hey, little lady,” She began, getting your attention, “Yer know that Kim didn’t mean to shout, right?” She said, brushing a stray bit of hair off your forehead, “Things just got a bit… heated. It doesn’t mean Kim’s mad at you.”

You blinked up at her, eyes shiny but dry for now.

“And… about the accident,” Katie said softly, “It’s not a big deal. But yer do need to tell yer Ma about this when yer ready. Or else… I’ll have to tell her. Promise me yer will tell her, yeah?”

You scowled slightly at that—your classic stubbornness creeping back in—but after a moment, you gave a tiny, reluctant nod. A begrudging fine.

“Good girl,” Katie smiled warmly and squeezed your hand,  “I know yer don’t want to do it. But she has a right to know, they both do…” She trailed off, a frown tugging at her mouth. She was forgetting something. 

Shit—Jordan.

“Oh shit,” Katie swore aloud, scrambling for her phone on the bed to find the drafted message before quickly sending it.

The movie kept playing, Donkey’s chatter filling the silence, but it wasn’t long before Katie’s hand slipped from yours, her head lolling slightly. She’d fallen asleep, right there, still sitting beside you, one foot tucked awkwardly underneath her.

You watched her for a while, grateful she hadn’t left you alone.

But even with her right there, you were too scared to close your eyes.

The shadows were too long. The silence was too heavy. Every noise in the hallway made you flinch a little. So you stayed awake, eyes wide, thumb tucked in, quietly watching Shrek and pretending you weren’t terrified.

You were so caught up in Shrek’s familiar words that you didn’t notice Katie’s phone buzzing softly beside her, Jordan’s name glowing on the screen.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the hallway, Kyra was having her own kind of crisis.

She’d been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, kicking the hotel blankets off, pulling them back on, sighing heavily, and cursing your name under her breath because she was worried sick about you. It was eating away at her, the need to know you were okay.

Finally, somewhere around 2am, she sat up and scrubbed her hands through her messy hair.

“Fuck this,” Kyra muttered to herself, her voice thick with exhaustion but determination.

There was no way she was getting any sleep. Not with you on her mind.

Her gaze flickered over to Steph, who was still fast asleep beside her, completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside Kyra. Carefully, she swung her legs out of bed, her feet hitting the cold floor as she tugged on her hoodie. Her movements were slow but purposeful. She crept across the room, making sure not to wake Steph, and slipped out into the hall, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Kyra needed answers. And she wasn’t going to get them while sitting around, waiting for someone else to get them.

At the front desk, Kyra approached with an air of feigned calmness, trying her best to look like she knew what she was doing, “Hello,” She greeted, while the receptionist barely looked up from their phone when she spoke.

“So, uh, you’re not gonna believe this,” Kyra said, a forced laugh escaping her as she ruffled her hair, “I’m so dumb, I’ve only gone and lost the key to my room. Any chance I could grab a new one?”

Kyra’s heart raced in her chest as she lied through her teeth, but with the whole team all staying on the same floor and everything booked under Arsenal’s name, it was easy enough to get away with. The receptionist handed her a new key without a second thought.

Kyra walked away, key in hand, but her thoughts were miles away as her mind still spun with worry about you. There was no chance she was going back to her room, not without answers that she desperately needed.

“No going back now,” Kyra muttered to herself, standing outside of your hotel room for a moment as her heart thumped in her chest. She took a deep breath and slid it in the door, the soft click of the lock releasing. The door creaked open, and she paused for a second, half-expecting the room to be empty, just you, curled up in bed.

But as the door fully opened, Kyra froze and her eyes widened in surprise.

It wasn’t just you in the room.

Katie was there too, curled up on the bed beside you, her head tilted back as she slept, clearly exhausted from staying by your side. Kyra hesitated in the doorway, torn between turning around and slipping away quietly or staying and facing whatever was going to happen next.

If Katie caught her sneaking in like this… she’d be in serious trouble.

But before Kyra could even think about stepping back, she heard your voice. It was small, almost a whisper, but it cut through the silence of the room like a knife.

“Kyra?”

The helplessness in your voice made the Australian girl’s stomach twist. She couldn’t leave you like this, not when you were calling for her, sounding so lost and scared.

“I’m here, Monkey,” Kyra said quickly, pushing the door open further as she hurried inside, stepping softly as she crossed the room towards you, her eyes already scanning your face, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Katie stirred slightly, but she didn’t wake up, and Kyra didn’t give her a second thought. Her focus was entirely on you.

You were sitting up in bed, eyes wide with fear, your thumb still in your mouth as you clung to the duvet—you didn’t have Mini with you. You’d insisted you didn’t need her.

How wrong you were, though.

You wish you had her, but she was back in London, probably sitting on your bed, or Buddy was cuddling up with it.

You just wish you had it now.

The moment you saw Kyra, your face softened just a little, like a weight had been lifted. It was the smallest of gestures, but it made Kyra’s heart ache all the more.

“Hey,” Kyra whispered as she sat beside you, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, “You okay, Monkey?”

You didn’t answer, but you shifted closer to her, your body instinctively moving into her space for comfort.

Kyra wrapped her arms around you gently, holding you close, letting you bury your face in her shoulder if you needed to, “I’m here, Monkey,” She repeated softly, rocking you just a little, “You’re safe now, okay? You’re safe.”

Slowly, the tension in your body started to melt away. Kyra’s hoodie smelled like home, like sun and sea and whatever stupid she’d stolen from Steph. It was enough.

Within minutes, you were fast asleep, curled tightly against her chest. Kyra shifted slightly, letting herself get comfortable with one arm slung protectively around you as she tucked you closer. She pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head without even thinking and then closed her eyes, exhaustion catching up with her too.

The room fell silent again, save for your soft breathing.

Sometimes later, Katie stirred. She groaned quietly as she stretched, her muscles stiff from falling asleep upright. She blinked herself awake, rubbing her face before glancing across at the bed—

And froze.

Kyra was there, somewhat, impossibly, fast asleep in your bed.

You were tucked into the Australian’s chest, thumb in your mouth, looking impossibly tiny and peaceful.

Kyra, the chaotic pest herself, was the big spoon, her face buried in your hair, her hold still protective even in sleep.

Katie’s eyebrows shot up. She didn’t know whether to laugh or scream.

Instead, she did what any reasonable person would do—she pulled out her phone, turned the brightness right down, and snapped a quick photo.

The older girl grinned to herself as she typed out a quick message to Leah.

📲 Look who wormed her way into the hotel room for a sleepover. Monkey is fine, promise.

But just as she hit send, her phone buzzed violently in her hand.

Steph.

And immediately after—

Caitlin.

Katie sighed, already sensing the oncoming storm. She answered Caitlin’s call with a weary groan, “Hey, babe—”

“Katie! WE’VE LOST HER! WE’VE LOST THE PEST!” Caitlin panicked, her tone of voice thick with worry, “SHE’S NOT IN HER BED! STEPH WOKE UP AND SHE’S GONE—WE’VE LOST HER!”

Katie winced, holding the phone away from her ear, “Ere’ Cait, before yer say anything else, yer should know that Kyra is here in Monkey’s hotel room.”

“What?” Caitlin questioned, bewildered, “She’s there… In Monkey’s room?” She repeated.

“Yep,” Katie murmured, glancing over at the bed again, “Both of ‘em are fast asleep. Quite sweet, actually.”

“Are you serious?” Steph’s voice appeared on the other end of the phone, clearly taking the phone from Caitlin, “She’s there?”

“Yes,” Katie snickered, “I’ll send yer both the photo. They’re both fine. I guess the pest really did want a sleepover after all.”

There was a stunned pause on the other end, and then Steph spoke up, “That little shit—”

Katie hung up before she could hear the end of it, tossing her phone onto the chair and shaking her head.

“Pest,” Katie muttered under her breath, smiling despite herself.

Katie settled back down into her chair, glancing once more at the two of you bundled up together in bed, and let herself relax again.

Everything was alright.

For now.

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♡‧₊˚ Video Clips of Sweetheart's Pregnancy - Third Trimester (Chris's POV)

First Trimester

Second Trimester

♡ 'Where tf are you??' - video length: 6 seconds

Chris pans the camera over the dashboard of his car, giving a clear view of the sun setting ahead of him. His emotion were in a whirlwind – his babymomma just found out caught him red-handed texting another bitch and he had been driving round the last hour trying to figure out where the fuck the uber driver dropped her off at. Over thirty unanswered calls and fifteen text messages he's sent and still no reply. Chris lets out a huff, "this is bullshit Y/N," before ending the video and pressing send.

♡ 'Come outside' - video length: 12 seconds

After finally putting two and two together, Chris finds your location – your best friend's house. At this point, he was pissed – pissed that you weren't replying, pissed that you would rather run from the situation than work through it. More so pissed at himself that he put the two of you in this position. It was his fault the two of you were in this mess. Chris holds down the record button, swiping to the left and zooming in on your bestie's house. His voice rugged and raspy, "I knocked like five times – I know you're in there. Just come outside so we can talk," he double taps the screen to show his face. His messy hair and tear-stained cheeks filling up the screen, "please," emotion seeps thru the cracks of his voice before the video ends the video.

♡ 'Camping out here for the night 😋' - video length: 18 seconds

Chris didn't go home that night. He was determined to show you he was dedicated to get you back, if he had to stay parked outside for weeks he would. Anything he had to do to get you back. Too bad he let his emotional decision making get the best of him – clearly pissed you were ignoring his every attempt to get your attention. Chris lets the pettiness take over, making sure to recline his seat back and kick his feet up on the dash. The base of the music bumping through his speakers as he hits record, the flash illuminating throughout his car as he zooms in on a nearby neighbor standing on their porch, noticeably staring at his car. Lucky for him, the tint was 5%. He smirks to himself as he sends the snapchat.

♡ 'I'm sorry' - video length: 8 seconds

Eventually, you give in to his constant calls and text. Chris was persistent and he wasn't letting up anytime soon. Once the kid set his mind to something, there was no changing it. He had been camped outside of your best friend's house for days, not daring to move an inch. Worried he might miss the opportunity to see you, his face fills the frame as he presses record, his bloodshot eyes and messy hair standing out like a sore thumb. Sniffling as he looks into the camera, "please jus' talk to me, Y/N – I know, I know I fucked up," pain weaved through his words, "I'm sorry," and a soft sob escapes his chest before he looks away from the camera, ending the video.

♡ 'Pls reply' - video length: 10 Seconds

Clutching the Chinese takeout bag to his chest, Chris holds down the record button has he approaches your bestie's front door. Even if the two of you were apart, it didn't stop him from being there for you. He tried his best to tend to your every need and want, as much as you'd let him. When he got a text from you at six in the morning, explaining how you couldn't sleep, and Bear was craving crab rangoon. Chris jumped on the chance – anything for his babymomma, right? Extending his arm out to show him setting the brown paper bag on the welcome mat, he throws a hand out defensively after setting it down, "I come in peace," he jokes while carefully backing up, acting as if the Chinese takeout bag was a ticking time bomb. You can hear him chuckle softly before he flips the camera around, revealing his rough expression and unshaven face. Chris gives the camera a small, forced smile, "love you," he blows you a kiss before ending the video.

♡ 'I miss you' - video length: 3 Seconds

Chris was losing his mind. Yeah, sure, you were responding to him, but it wasn't the same. All the replies were dry, like you didn't have any interest in talking to him which wasn't wrong. Every time you spoke to him, flashbacks and what ifs flooded your brain, making it impossible to focus on the big picture ahead of you – a picture perfect family. Chris looks into the camera, forcing a stale smile before ending the video. It was short and sweet, but you could tell by the look on his face he was losing hope.

♡ 'Thinking about you 🥵' - video length: 9 seconds NSFW!!

One thing Chris missed the most was being able to wake up next to you. Your absence only making him dream about you more than he already did, leaving him disappointed when he woke each morning to see you weren't there – and pained when he noticed the raging hard on poking through his boxer, thanks to you and the sex-crazed dreams you always induced on him. Chris lets out a breathy sigh, "fuck," he grumbles before reaching for his phone. His eyes widen as the sight of an unopened snapchat message from you, his fingers working at lightning speed to open it – "good morning" – is all it said. A small frown pulls at his lips until the idea places itself in his head. A devious smirk replacing his frown as he double taps your name, opening up his snapchat camera. The flash casts a bright glo over his dimly light bedroom, the morning sun peering through the curtains in the process. Chris aims the camera at his aching cock, so hard it looked painful. A soft grunt can be heard behind the camera as he wraps a strong hand around his length, gripping it firmly before ending the video. That'd show her what she's missing, right?!

♡ 'Lemme see my son pls??' - video length: 6 seconds

Chris sports freshly washed hair, water droplets forming at his ends and dripping down to the towel draped around his shoulders. He sighs, hitting the record button, plastering the fakest goofy smile on his face. Being the life of the party, he didn't want you to see him upset even though it had been inevitable lately. Chris quickly ends the video, typing the caption "lemme see my son pls??" before hitting send.

♡ ‘Please call him … I’m begging’ - video length: 10 seconds

"Chris," Matt calls from the foot of Chris' bed, "you have to get up kid," recording him from his own phone. Chris was a sad excuse for a man at the moment. He would eat, shower, shave – nothing. All he did was stay in bed, only getting up when his bladder told him he absolutely had to. Matt took a lot of pity on him, unlike Nick. And Matt, taking on the relationship counselor role, needed to make the situation better. Chris's body wrapped up in his thick comforter, you wouldn't be able to tell it was him if you couldn't already identify his bedsheets in a split second. You can hear him let out a loud groan, tossing the covers back and scowling at his brother, "I'm not leaving this bed until my wife tells me to," he snaps before collapsing back onto his bed cocooning himself in the blanket again. Matt snorts, "okay, geez – Mr. cranky pants," before ending the video and typing the caption, "please call him ... I'm begging"

♡ 'He reeks' - video length: 8 seconds

Nick – on the other hand – wasn't one to show a lot of sympathy to Chris. He knew what his brother did was wrong and it didn't help that you and Nick were really close when it happened. He tried not to hold a grudge but sometimes he couldn't help but show his brother tough love. Nick snatches the blankets off of Chris' balled up figure, "get up." Only to get a groan in response, "seriously – if you don't get up in shower, I'm calling the police. I can smelly your stinky ass from the hallway!" He sends you the video, only for you to reply with a said face, typing "don't talk to my man like that" as a caption.

♡‧₊˚ Chey's Note - Since I got a lot of good feedback on the last two video clips I did! 😋 I plan on breaking it into two parts, the next part will be Sweetheart's version! I hope everyone likes it, don't forget to send me requests/suggestions! <3

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[onlyseokmins]

size matters • l.c.

Pairing: lee chan x afab!reader Genres: major smut (minors PLS dni!), losers + idiots + besties to lovers Warnings: *deep breath* MONSTER COCK CHAN, swearing, love me some switch action, reader does not use specified pronouns but refers to their pussy as "she", reader also wears a skirt, pet names, alcohol and goofy drunk antics, bad humor, use of "whore/slut", tons of dirty talk, they're kinda pervs, mentions of toys, masturbation (fem), hints to past sexual partners, mentions of oral (male), actual oral (fem. receiving), car sex (kind of), condoms, fingering (fem. receiving), WAP lmao and squirting, bantering, degradation, wee bit praise, unprotected/protected MESSY sex, underwear play (??? lmao), precum play (??), edging, face-riding, groping/manhandling, objectification, reverse cowgirl position, bulge kink, slapping/spanking, possession, almost choking, biting, tears and crying, a bit of overstim and if i missed smth lmk sdfjkajdf WC: 8.3k A/N: this started out purely self-indulgent as usual and reads like a bad pornhwa but it's also nana month so a happy early birthday to @bitchlessdino because i will be asleep when the clock actually strikes 12 tomorrow! and bc i will dedicate all chan content to the loml! this is like my 3rd longest fic on this blog and 4th longest fic ever and it's just utter filth and smut... hate it here. i always get into a crazy headspace when i write for this man. i hope y'all enjoy my delusions before i retire out of shame 😬

"I'm worried my dick's too big."

Laughter bubbles in your chest at the same time the beer you'd just taken a swig of swishes around in your mouth. It's so like your best friend to say something stupid. Especially when your mouth is full.

He frowns in mild annoyance as you rock back and forth with mirth, struggling not to spit out your drink and make a mess. But also trying to refrain from choking. Because if you die, you sure as hell will find a way to make sure everyone knows that a dumbo and his terrible concern over having a big cock drove you to your demise in such an unfortunate manner.

And no one wants that.

"I dunno what's so funny," the man in question irritably gripes, "but for god's sake, calm down and swallow."

Though it ends up that Chan is the one gulping first. Ears burning and eyes widening when you wiggle your brows deviously and do as he says. Sticking your tongue out for good measure — just for proof that yes, you did swallow —  but he's quickly whipping his gaze away. Head turning to the side as if that does anything to hide the embarrassing look overtaking his expression. 

He thinks you'll back off, hoping the nervous twiddling of his fingers will deter further teasing. But he should really know better. The telltale signs are littered across the table in front of him and even overpower your usual sweet scent when you lean close into his personal space.

"So, you like it when someone swallows versus spits for you, Channie?"

"You're drunk."

"So are you." 

Because that's what happens every movie night. The two of you enjoy too many beers after a feel-good show and start talking nonsense.

"Yeah, and we're having a very serious conversation right now. A drunk one. But still, serious."

You purse your lips. "You're bluffing. No way you're complaining about the hugeness of your dick. 'Cause no one does that."

"It's not like I'm trying to boast or even insecure, I'm just worried."

"Worried about what?" you snort and push at his shoulder. "There'd be no reason to worry if you know how to use it. In the end, size doesn't matter at all."

Chan quirks an eyebrow, side-eyeing you. "At all?" 

"If your technique is good, it shouldn't matter as long as everyone feels satisfied. You know, you just gotta hit that one spot…" 

You start doing hand motions to demonstrate your point that seem wildly inappropriate and are honestly so drunkenly uncoordinated to the point that Chan not only feels compelled to stop you but doubts anyone would feel good from that. Then again, he's never really managed to partake in sloppy sex, so who knows? 

He grabs your hands to still them and though you no longer move, you protest. "What? You'll have 'em seeing and feeling stars! To be honest… you prolly will too if ya try your best."

"You know, I do know how to pleasure someone. It's not really an issue once I'm inside, it's just getting there that's kind of a problem."

"Channie, are you secretly a virgin?" You lay your head on his shoulder, hand running down his forearm and weaving your fingers between his. "Issokay if you are."

"You know I'm not!"

"Well, yeah I guess you're a bit of a whore. Still love you no matter what."

Chan chokes out your name in frustration. "All I'm saying is that I have a huge cock and I'm sad about it!"

"And you keep saying I'm drunk. Look, you're valid in being… upset about having a fat dick even if I don't understand. Just telling you that sometimes a ton of prep is helpful and even a decent amount of lube. No shame in that. Not everyone's built to take a large-ass, whopping cock." And then you mumble extremely quietly, "If it's even that big."

Unfortunately, he hears you and scoffs. Popping his shoulder up to gently shove you off him. Though that only causes you to grasp for his sweatpant-clad thigh and hold onto it for dear support in your half-drunken stupor. The perverted part of both your brains flash to your hand squeezing tightly around something else; the unmistakable heat of said something else radiating towards the closest part of your hand and causing a hot rush to flare across your entire body.

Or maybe that's just the alcohol.

Doesn't stop you from shamelessly ogling what you can only presume to be his bulge, gray fabric stretched over his groin and straining against muscular thighs. 

"Are you flaccid right now?"

"What's it to you?"

"Just curious. Thinking about my different dildo sizes."

He balks at that. "Pl-please don't."

"Yeah, not sure I wanna compare what your dick would realistically feel inside me," you admit even if you find it difficult to tear your hungry eyes away to take in Chan's mortified expression. 

"Can we stop talking about my personal parts now?" he squeaks out and you shoot him a dubious side-eye even though you do easily acquiesce.

"With pleasure. Speaking of which…"

Chan's hushed groan of "Oh dear" goes ignored even after you drape an arm on the back of the couch behind his head, lay the other across his chest, and splay your legs over his lap. Your lips end up leaving a sticky residue on his cheek, neck, and ear as you graciously whisper your own sex secret — the spontaneous topic of tonight — to him. 

"Only my bullet vibe has the ability to make me squirt. None of the others, not even the thirteen-inch one with suction ridges. So yeah, hm… size doesn't matter, does it Channie?"

"Well, those are toys and uh… my big dick is simply what it is. A big, regular human dick. Nothing fancy."

"Then you should try harder."

He apologizes for having such blatant ignorance about the matter and then eventually you end up falling asleep together. 

Limbs tangled and wrapped around one another just like every other night you doze off with the comfort of the other's body warmth. And like usual, you and Chan peer at each other with eyelids heavy from sleep and goofy but comforting smiles — merely inches apart when the sun's rays sneak a peek through the blinds to shine onto your faces. Because everything's normal and just right between the two of you. 

Like always.

Except it's not.

All you can think about is your best friend's dumb, gargantuan cock and his weird embarrassment about it. If you didn't know Chan as well as you do, you might think he was just using that as an excuse to get into your pants but you know better. He's genuinely perturbed over his too-big dick! 

You let out a sigh. Warm breath fans the tip of your ear while large hands lay on your hips, ringed fingers teasing the bare skin revealed by the daring crop top you decided to wear tonight.

"Am I boring you, baby?"

"Kind of," you admit, displeased that you weren't enjoying the usual thrill of grinding on the dancefloor with a hot man. Turning around to face said man, you purse your lips. "How would you feel if you had a big dick, Cheol?"

He raises an eyebrow in the self-assured way only the Choi Seungcheol can. "Shouldn't you be asking what it's like possessing the largest dick of the century?"

"Not helping, I'm not talking about big dick energy."

"That's not what you said when it was shoved halfway down your throat."

"Can't say much if I'm sucking someone off, you dolt. And I said you made my jaw hurt 'cause you're a guy that likes it rough, not 'cause I thought your dick was overly huge."

"Brat," Seungcheol says rather affectionately, "so whose humongous cock are you taking tonight?"

Your eyes wander over his shoulder to the bar, the same place he noticed your gaze strayed towards all night. A glee-filled smirk is on your face when you meet his eyes again though you only casually state with a shrug, "An absolute loser's."

"Wasn't aware it was self-pleasure night, sweetheart," he jokingly snorts, nudging you in that direction before you can get too mad at him. But not without delivering a playful slap on your ass as a 'good luck to charm' to send you on your way. "Go get 'em, Tiger!"

The cocky bastard must think you're after Soonyoung tonight, who greets you by placing a polite kiss on the cheek and a casual side hug. Though he looks hella fine tonight with slicked-back hair and donning the signature head-turning 'leather jacket, silver jewelry' fit that Seungcheol is sporting, he's not who you have in mind.

You squeeze him back though, always ready to return the affection you receive. "Rare to not see you dancing, tough crowd tonight?"

"Nah, I just have my priorities set." He angles his head toward the bartender who sneaks subtle glances at the two of you as if to distinguish what intentions you had approaching such a striking man. 

That they just so happen to have their eyes on. Luckily Soonyoung does too.

"Ah, well, so do I!" 

Never one to want to get stuck between two people and cause a potential misunderstanding, you pat him on the arm, wink encouragingly at the bartender, and skip away to find the person who's been occupying your mind for the past few days in a very different way like crazy.

Chan hasn't moved from where you last caught sight of him — in the corner of the bar nursing the same glass of bourbon for far too long. There's distinctly more water in it from the rapidly melting ice ball than alcohol but you still ease it out of his grasp. Taking a sip only to wrinkle your nose in disgust.

Your best friend observes your expression with a bemused one of his own after you hand it back, lip gloss staining the rim. A far cry from the darkened, sultry stare that followed as you moved from one gyrating body to the next. You wonder how you've never noticed it before. But then again, you yourself have never thought about him in that kind of way until now. 

While momentarily lost in your thoughts, Chan's working on getting the attention of Soonyoung's flirt target to order your favorite drink. But you place a hand on his arm, squeezing the firm muscle beneath your fingertips. 

"I wanna go home."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just feel like leaving."

He shakes his head. "You looked like you were having a good time."

"Ooh… are you jealous?"

"Hah, jealous? No. Concerned that someone did something you didn't like? Yeah."

"There will be," you tug him by the open collar of the flannel he's wearing so you're nose-to-nose, "if he doesn't take me back to his place right now."

His eyebrows raise, eyes widening as they drop down to the pouty curve of your lips. You swear he even peers at your cleavage with the tiniest of squints before finishing what little bit of liquor is left, standing, and pulling you along with him outside.

Walking to his car parked by the sidewalk is truly a breath of fresh air, the chill of the evening breeze and city noises rushing by helps bring Chan back down to earth. No longer on the crazy high fueled by the hypnotic, seductive thrall of the nightclub's booming bass that adds to him being wholly entranced by your teasing allure. 

Now it's just you and him. Simple as usual, getting ready to drive around.

"You want to go to my place?"

"Yeah."

He starts the engine, checking the side mirror to estimate when there will be an available opening to pull out. "Whaddya wanna do, stop somewhere for snacks?"

"Sure. Maybe condoms too."

"I'm sorry, what?" It's a good thing the car's still in park when his foot stomps on the gas pedal out of shock, revving the engine and making you both jump. "Why?"

Chan even goes as far as to steal a glance over his shoulder at the backseat. As if you had miraculously snuck in someone from the club that you were planning to fuck and he didn't know about it. 

There's no one there, of course.

"Why… are we picking up… condoms?" he repeats. "I um, I have a bunch of unopened boxes i-if you need them."

"You do? Good."

"Uh, can you at least let me know how many are used so I don't suddenly run out?"

Your eyebrows raise though he doesn't even dare look at you. "Do you think you'll cum that much?"

"Pardon?! N-no, I only have a surplus because I bought them in bulk!"

"I thought you weren't having sex a lot because you have such a big cock. One that rarely goes inside anyone."

His hands cover his face. "I'm saying it's fine if you want to use them!"

"Gee, thanks. You want me to make condom balloon animals or something?"

One brown eye glares at you between fingers. "… If you're into that."

"I bet extra large ones would make brilliant animal balloons but that's a sad waste when they could go around a dick instead. I mean it can't be easy for you to find ones that don't break. Whatever, at least you have a ton. And as you know I'm on the pill."

He has to know. He has to ask. "Are you confused or is it just me?"

"Clearly, because I don't know why you think I'd be into filling condoms with air and not cock."

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but — I mean like there's no way — but are you implying that you want to… you know, with me…?"

"Whaddya mean 'no way'? Fuck yeah, I wanna fuck you! Sorry, was that not clear?" 

Chan chokes on his saliva and has a brief hacking fit. "No?!" 

"Damn, uh… my bad. Sorry, I thought it was super obvious. Simply put, I can't get the thought of you out of my mind or my pussy, so yeah. We should totally bang. Have sex and all that. Only if you want to obviously. No hard feelings if not."

Oh god, yes he does. Since he now knows that you can squirt, let alone with something as small as a little bullet vibrator, all he can think about is what would happen if he teased your cunt with the thick head of his cock. It's been driving him absolutely feral and fueled a rather ugly feeling when he saw Seungcheol all over you earlier. 

But now that he knows you want him? Maybe just as much as he wants you? Explicitly? 

He starts driving in an attempt to help collect himself. You're at ease, able to read him well and know he'll need some time to process and organize his thoughts. So, you wait in silence while he does just that, and when he speaks again his voice is low, laced with utter desire.

"You've been thinking about me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Your pussy has too?"

"Mhm, Channie… she's been crying for you like crazy."

"Fuck," he mutters and grips the steering wheel tightly to avoid swerving into the berm. He rasps out in a desperate beg, "C-can you touch yourself for me? Let me hear how loud she is?"

And you sweetly oblige with a hushed, "Of course," and can't lift your miniskirt up faster than you do now, pushing the drenched thong underneath to the side. Your clit's been buzzing nonstop ever since he whined about his big cock and you got to glimpse the outline of it. And with him now sitting beside you as your thumb rubs at the tiny nub, pointer fingers dipping in and out of your clenching hole, you both let out groans — you at the thrilling sensation and him at the insanely filthy sounds.

Chan steals a moment to take in the sight when he switches lanes, loving the way your tongue lolls past glossy lips that part to release little whimpers of pleasure. It's unlikely you'll squirt right now. But there's still a slick sheen of arousal glistening on your thighs so he holds onto the sick twist of hope that a trace will be left behind. He's pleased and licks his lips but has to swiftly pay attention to the road again, especially when your head rolls to the side, eyelashes pleadingly fluttering at him.

He needs to get home fast. Now.

The car fills with the sloppy noises of you playing with your cunt which grows wetter and wetter by the second. The air is heavy and oozes sex, the compact space growing more humid as you work and rile up your pussy, yourself, and the man beside you. You keep easing up to that delicious edge but never fully dipping over it, making sure to continue growing needier and more wanton until the blurry scenery rushing past the windows half-registers as familiar in your already fucked-out state of mind.

"Wanna get a feel of your cock," you whine out with no shame at how pitiful it sounds. "Gotta know how many fingers to stuff inside to stretch myself out for the real thing."

The way he spits out your name like a curse word makes your gummy walls contract tightly, emitting a moist suctioning sound when you pull your fingers out and bully them back in. 

"No. You have to wait."

"Don't wanna! Been waiting long enough."

"So fuckin' needy," he taunts as if he's not panting heavily with his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. "I don't think they'll come even close to opening up that tiny hole of yours effectively for my dick. But size doesn't matter, so whatever. Right, sweetheart?"

You cuss him out jokingly while working knuckle-deep inside your cunt. Humping against your palm and pulling at your nipples with the other hand underneath your top when he rolls to a stop at an empty four-way in the neighborhood. 

He swats your arm out and away, curiously sweeping his own fingers across your damp folds that flinch at the sudden contact but still mourn the devastating loss of being filled before he slaps at them. Chan grins like a total heathen at the way your hips jolt upon impact, growing more and more delirious at the way droplets of your arousal splash out at the action.

"If you cum by rubbing yourself on that seat — no hands — before I pull in the driveway, I'll let you touch me to mentally prep yourself before we get inside. Before I get inside you." His words are enunciated with a smirk that drops after bringing soaked fingers to his lips — eyelids fluttering with a grunt at your taste eagerly licked clean with his tongue. "God, do you know how delicious you are? Need you to sit on my face at some point, wanna drown in that sloppy pussy."

His dirty talk could be enough to finish you off, you belatedly realize. The earlier command to rut your aching clit against the scratchy fabric to soothe it makes you thrillingly feel like a depraved whore. 

"You're a fuckin' perv, Chan," you growl out as if you aren't doing exactly what he asked on instinct and loving how he's talking to you. How good he is at making you feel divine.

"Yeah? But I want something to remember this by."

"Sick," you snarl through gritted teeth like the knowledge of him thinking about this moment every time he gets in his car and looks at the passenger seat isn't getting you off even more. Bonus points if he jerks off to it. You act like it's not the catalyst to you coming undone, blaming it fully on the bump of the asphalt connecting to the concrete driveway hitting your hard nub just right — absolutely defiling his poor car with your arousal. "Sick in the head."

Neither one of you care. 

In fact, Chan's so pleased he ignores the words you both know you don't mean. Grabbing the hand you buried deep within your hole, but then chose to use it to grip at the console while following his command, and guides it to his mouth. Happily repeating the same thing he did to his own, maintaining eye contact as he tongues at your fingertips. Pupils dilating with how addicted he's become to your taste. Growing more and more eager to have it straight from the source in the very near future. 

Then he places your spit-coated fingers where his cock strains against dark jeans. A darker, damp spot on the denim signifies how much precum the tip is leaking, begging to be released. He squeezes the hand sandwiched between his and the hardening length, shallowly thrusting up into your palm so you can completely grope at its mouth-watering, jaw-aching girth. 

"Feel that?" he goads, "that's gonna have to fit inside your tight cunt."

Your eyes nearly cross at the realization. And of course, your pussy forlornly clenches around nothing, dripping out more arousal to add to the already soiled mess beneath you. 

Oh, you cannot wait.

He wasn't lying, positive every single finger stuffing your hole couldn't compare to the size you just felt beneath those very appendages. Tears collect at your lash line, already anticipating the sheer amount of pleasure you know you'll be feeling with a very warm and real dick. And he's not even anywhere inside of you yet!

Chan coos and wipes the tear that escapes to your cheek. Then he gets out of the car and comes around to the other side to help you walk since your legs are weak and shaking — for more than one reason. That's fine because it gives him almost a weird sense of pride and an excuse to grind and grope at you as he pleases while unlocking the front door. Surprisingly, both of you are giggling together as if you're naughty teens again, always up to no good. It feels strangely wholesome, a light sense of relief blooming and filling your entire body.

Until you're on the other side of the door and those feelings morph back into something carnal. More primal. And Chan must feel it too because you swear he growls when pinning you against the wall. 

"You'll let me eat you out, right? 'Course you will." 

Now it's your turn to feel perverse satisfaction, watching as his lip trembles at the very thought of getting denied such a treat. Feeling the man's absolute desperation through the fingertips that dig into your hips and slightly hike up the already ridiculously short skirt you're wearing.

"C'mon bestie, please."

"… You did not bestie-zone me right now."

"I — " Chan hesitates and you fear the reality of the situation has hit him. That he'll back out and leave you a yearning mess like this. But then he leans in close to whisper hotly against your ear, "What, you want me to call you something like baby?"

Your hum of consideration encourages him to continue, palms sliding down the sides of your bare thighs and lowering himself at a pace that matches the syllables of each word leaving his mouth. Keeping eye contact with you the whole time as a mischievous smirk lights up his stupidly handsome face. 

"Darling? Babe? Lovely sweetheart? Or…" His voice gets thicker, more gravelly until he's finally on his knees and peering up at you. "A vixen? Seductress? Little whore? My slut?"

His hands sneak upwards again, pausing when they're hidden under the pleat of your skirt. 

"Still, you'll always be my dear best friend." He acknowledges and for some reason, it fills you with a comforting sense of reassurance.

And then he waits, hoping — praying — to get your permission.

The coy way you lift up the skirt in no way matches the cute grin you flash at him. Biting your pointer finger as you reveal your pretty pussy for Chan, its puffy lips spread by the continually soaked thong stuck between them. His eyes flick almost nervously away from yours to get a look, letting out a strangled moan at the sight. 

Automatically drawn like a bee to honey. His heart thumps anxiously when your fingers bury in his bangs to yank at them, halting him just short of being able to stick his tongue out for a taste that he already misses. He whines, fully surrounded by the heady scent of your arousal and unable to feast. But you have something to tell him first.

"You can't make me cum."

"What? Why? Need to stretch — "

"No. I already spent hours practicing with my thirteen-inch, so it'll be fine. We're doing this so you know what the telltale signs are when I'm about to cum when this," you briefly release his hair so manicured nails can pet the outside of your glistening wet cunt, "is wrapped around your dick." You smile when he moans quietly at the revelation and you tug lightly again at silky strands, eager to hear more before you absolutely break him. "And don't you want to see me squirt?"

"God, yes."

You shove his face between your inner thighs. "Then this'll help, baby boy. So, don't you dare let me cum unless it's on your cock."

Chan really can't protest against what you call him and honestly wouldn't want to because that would mean leaving the delectable meal he's finally being allowed to dine on. Though your thong remains in the way, he uses it to his advantage. Sucking all the wetness out of it with a hearty groan of appreciation, pushing it back between your folds, and running his tongue that put it there in zig-zag motions along the sorry excuse for fabric. Then repeating the same motions on either side of the bare supple pussy lips that clench at every nibble, suck, and brush on them.

It isn't very long until he gets frustrated by its restrictions though, feeling outrageous at how jealous he's getting of a piece of cloth that gets to wrap around your cunt all the time. Like you can read his mind, you pull him off with breathless laughter at his inevitable moan of sadness and mumble words of reassurance that you're doing it for his benefit.

He can't really hear with the rush of adrenaline roaring in his ears but he surely sees how you rip the offending thong away. It tears easily, falling apart at its most sodden point. And finally, your pussy is truly bare all for him and he rushes to dive back in. Slurping and sucking at your drenched hole like a dehydrated man finding an oasis in the desert.

Again, Chan's intentions were to leave you weak with the magic his mouth and tongue could work but you don't really allow him. His neck's cranked at an awkward angle as you continue to grip at his hair and smother his lips and tongue with your cunt, sloppy ruts back and forth causing your clit to catch and bump against his nose. He doesn't mind even if he's ninety-nine percent positive this is how you'd get off on one of your toys — no, he definitely has not imagined that — but he's not complaining.

There's something in the way that you're utterly using him like he's nothing but an object for your ultimate pleasure. It has the blood rushing down to swell up his cock even more. And maybe he's willingly happy to do so. Offering his body for your pleasure, making sure to stiffen his tongue so it will hit part of your clit as you move and grind all over his face. 

It's kinda hot. He also might be enjoying this a little too much.

And just as his eyes roll up for the umpteenth time out of delicious, delirious dizziness, he feels it. 

The buildup must have been when you started humping his chin shamelessly, slamming down harshly enough that he's sure he'll have bruises to show off. Settling more and more of your weight forward to arch your back, breasts heavy as they follow gravity, and your nipples visibly poke through the crop top's thin material. 

Your hips jerk up and away a few times, the subtle wiggle in them certainly has your ass jiggling cutely. He also notes how your "ah" moans turn to "mhms", positive you're biting your lip with closed eyes and a pleased grin. By now the hands tangling in his hair have made their way to the back of his head and Chan knows one thing for sure.

You're on the brink of climaxing.

And as much as he wants you to make more of a mess on his face, he's a little afraid of what you might do — or might not do — so he obediently, but regretfully backs away and sinks down to sit on his heels. Pathetic, the way he has to simply watch like a good boy as your slit flutters above him and you release the death grip hold you had on his poor hair.

Once all of your weight is supported by the wall again, you slide down it to plop on the floor. A sheepish grin on your face as you praise him for doing such a great job, reveling in what a sexy, fucked-out look he's wearing — mussed-up hair, swollen lips, and a shiny mix of sweat and arousal decorating his face as his eyes struggle to refocus while he catches his breath.

He embarrassingly thinks you might kiss him when you lean in. Only to jolt with surprise at your hand slipping into his back pocket and he flinches after you squeeze at his well-shaped ass with a naughty giggle. 

"A souvenir," you murmur in his ear and he feels the spongy ball of your torn thong when he stands like it's a gold coin weighing down his jeans.

"Can't believe you ripped those yourself."

"Can't believe you didn't rip them."

"Didn't wanna ruin them," he admits because he'd honestly feel bad. Though you shoot him a funny look that he doesn't quite understand as he assists your wobbling frame on the walk to the bedroom.

"Dude, you've already ruined so many, what's one more pair?"

"Huh?"

It's amazing how serious you are when you ask, "Don't you remember how wet I've been getting thinking about your dumb cock? Almost ran out of panties to wear."

With that admission, Chan is immediately rushing you down the hallway and has you on his bed at record speed. It's so comical that you have no choice but to once again fall into that giggly headspace like earlier as you help one another strip each other's clothes off.

"God, why are you like this? Such a fucking little tease."

"You love it."

"Hm, yeah," he looks at you with such tenderness, "guess I do."

You verbally agree even as you grab at his wrist before he can throw his boxers to the ground. "Hand 'em over. It's only fair if you have mine," you point out when he raises an eyebrow.

"Someone's full of surprises."

"Well, somebody's loved all of them so I'm sure he'll like this one too."

Though he falls onto his back easily when you push him down, he can't help but raise concern. "I get that you… practiced, but wouldn't a better position be with me on top? You'll like — "

"And I get that you liked being used like a dildo, baby boy." 

You miss the chagrined look that rapidly spreads across Chan's pretty face at the callout. But that's okay because you turn around to throw a leg over and straddle his prone body, staring at your prize of the night — the fattest dick you've been fantasizing about in the flesh.

"Thanks for these, by the way." You send a wink at him over your shoulder, waving the boxers that dangle off your pointer finger. "Need something to bite onto," you add and moan when you deliberately let your tongue meet the salty patch of precum smeared on them before clamping the black cloth between your teeth.

His heavy cock jerks up, already overwhelmed by everything you're doing. His hips follow suit, also lifting once the feeling of your dripping cunt soaks his abs as you sit and press him back against the bed and reach a hand out. He groans, clutching at the blanket when your palm rubs at the sensitive skin. You marvel at how your decently sized fingers fail to fully wrap around the entire girth.

It already weighs a ton laying against the hand you're using and struggling to prop it up. Shining in all its glory from the excess that's leaked and coated it thoroughly. You seem happy to add to it and Chan's eyes widen at the couple of clear globs of arousal that drip out of your cunt, aided by two free fingers spreading your pussy lips and contracting your inner walls to squeeze them out. And then you sink a little lower, kissing the tip of his cock with your clit before rubbing the thick head between your folds.

"You're… you're so w-wet, mhm, fuck!" He's already on the brink of tears and this is just the beginning. And the gasping man might've just let out a sob at the sight of both of your hands shaking, clasped around his dick as you position it at the right angle and slowly ease the tip inside. "God, 'n so soft," he fucking gargles out due to how much he's drooling.

You're no better off. The saliva that's pooling in your mouth at the delightful ache and burn has completely saturated his boxers. They do nothing to muffle your moans that only grow higher in pitch with the few additional inches you attempt to take, a little more each time. But at least you won't grind your teeth together, plus you're buried in the taste and scent of Chan's essence. Even more so as you topple forward, nails digging into his shins.

It's almost humiliating. How you've ended up face-planting into the mattress and your hips take on a mind of their own, humping up and down midair yet still on the top of his cock. Circling and gyrating as they attempt to both run away and plop firmly up and down onto the hard, thick length begging to fully bury into your tight cunt that's slowly widening to accommodate. 

Luckily, it's not like Chan can make fun of or even blame you, focusing everything he can on not thrusting up into your wet heat on his own accord right now out of consideration. The man understands it's a stretch, a painful one at that.

He doesn't mind staying mildly distracted. There's so much to take in. Ogling the way your ass bounces and jiggles, pornographic sound effects of his cock absolutely bullying your pussy as it squelches in and out. Filling the room with nasty noises audio porn wishes it could truly replicate amid both of your pants, moans, groans, and whines.

It feels like forever until his length has finally made its home within your squishy walls that welcome it inside with a multitude of affectionate squeezes. But honestly, that barely lasts because your hips refuse to let up and once the stretch no longer burns as much and instead melts into mind-numbing pleasure, all you can do is ride him into delirium. And Chan fucking loves it, continuing to watch how your ass reverberates with each downward slam accompanied by the sting of ass cheeks slapping against his stomach over and over again.

"S-so slutty f'me, b-best friend actin' like a whore on my dick."

"Ah, mm… cock… your cock! It's makin' me act slutty!"

"Yeah? You like being my slutty best friend, baby?"

You lug your head onto the leg you'd been riddling with love bites and salivating all over after spitting out his ruined boxers, looking tearfully in his direction. Cross-eyed with a goofy smile on your face at how fucked-out you've become as your clit grinds against his squishy balls that tighten, firm, and fill up with each thud of your hips. 

"Mhm… yeah."

"You gonna be my slutty baby from now on?"

"Ohhh, touch me Channie… please!"

"Since y-you asked so nicely." He squeezes at your ass cheek though it's quickly wrenched out of his grasp because you can't stop moving. "But I… I asked you a question." And then his palm flies out, skin meeting skin in a loud crack against your other cheek. As if it's actually a punishment. "My pretty whore's too fucked out to answer, h-huh?"

"Mhmph! More… more!"

A gasp leaves your mouth and impossibly, your hips only speed up before they suddenly halt. Practically screaming at this point with how good your best friend's cock is buried so deeply and fully seated inside as you somehow manage to sit up with inhuman strength. 

Oh, but your darling Channie knows why.

He lazily grins, empty mind now playing all the signs through his head along to the same moments happening in real-time. You have a death grip on his thighs, certain he'd really impale you in a morbid way if you lose your hold as you bounce haphazardly. How nice, he decides to aid you — giving into the urges to thrust up into your suffocating little cunt whenever you rise up so you constantly remain stuffed full every single time.

Your back does its arch thing and he runs a hand down the curve, pushing down ever so gently as he takes over. It's his turn for a slapping assault, his balls returning the favor on your tender clit that pokes and rubs at them, egging on the brutal pace you started in the first place.

"Gonna squeeze the life outta me," and you clench even tighter around him so that even the air in his lungs is sucked out by the squeeze of your cunt. "You wanna murder me with that sweet pussy of yours? Choke the life outta me, sweetheart? Like the well-behaved little whore that you are?"

Chants of "yes, yes, yes" fall in between salacious moans of "mhms" and "fuck Channie, so good" and it fuels Chan into true unleashed feral mode. The addition of the white ring forming at the base of his cock in no way, shape, or form is helping to reign him in at all. He presses appreciative bruises into the skin of your hips, aiding your sore and tired legs with the powerful strength of his arms.

"A creamer too… oh my god, what can't your cunt do baby, fuck — so freakin' perfect."

"All… all for you!"

Chan laughs and it's mean, a petulant frown causing your lips to jut out at his mocking tone. "For me? You gonna be a-all mine from now on? Let me be the only one t-to stretch this sweet hole out?"

Ongoing cries of "yes" mixes and slurs with "yours" but it's enough for him, especially when you manage to moan out with a promise that you're definitely his slutty whore and will only be his forever.

That pleases him, an elated grumble rumbling in his chest. "Gonna fill 'er up real good and you'll swallow me whole baby. Feel me for days, drippin' outta — ah, shit!" 

His voice cracks, the hands assisting your movements haul your hips up and then down, anchoring them firmly against his pelvis. You peer over your shoulder at him in utter dismay at suddenly being empty. His missed cock trembling without your warmth, flopping hot and hard against your stomach. Granting a helpful outside visual of how deep it can drill up into your cunt. But that's kind of useless when you already experienced it first-hand, so all you can do is send Chan a weepy glare.

"S-sorry babe, we just, I should probably… " His eyes dart to the unopened drawer of his nightstand. "Gonna throw a condom on."

You let out a scoff of disbelief and discontent, surly brat behavior poking through. "Doesn't matter, wanna feel you fill me up. 'N then squirt it all out, won't matter anyways."

"That's not how it works."

Chan's grateful the usual post-nut clarity somehow hit before. It's still awful timing and might have been a complete mood killer but you're both so worked up — you in particular — it doesn't seem to matter. Even as he nudges you off while reaching for a package, you back up and try to grind against his cock to change his mind. But you reluctantly give up, especially when he ends up reacting with a harsher hiss more from rolling the latex down the sensitive length than your plump ass rubbing it. 

You're honestly a little offended. 

He hushes and tries to soothe you. Fumbling with the slick mess around your gaping hole and dipping inside occasionally with one hand as he works on the condom. But you know for a fact you've been ruined because you barely feel a thing after your cunt's been stretched out for and filled specifically with his huge cock. 

Now you just wish he'd ultimately finish the job of ruining you. Oh, and maybe continue some more after. And a lot. 

You grimace because you're able to think too much. And then Chan's finally all ready to go and your cheek is suddenly pressed into the rumpled sheets, nipples brushing deliciously against them. You're pushed onto your forearms and he helps widen your knees at a spread angle so your pussy is fully presentable and gapingly accessible. 

"Good thing I'm flexible." 

"Yeah," Chan licks his lips, "just as I'd expect from my sweet slut." 

"You gonna fill this slut up then, Channie or — " 

You're cute off by the squeal at his cock ramming back inside of where it belongs. Meanwhile, he chuckles darkly, running a hand through sweaty bangs as he tries to distribute weight solidly with how he's risen to his knees. Finding little support from the mattress to support the onslaught of powerful thrusts in and out of your pussy and discovers a better method with a tight hold of your hips where his hands instinctively fall. 

"Best way to shut a whore up is to fuck them." He clicks his tongue in disapproval because you're nuzzling face-first into the bed, muffling the sounds that drive him crazy. "Doesn't mean I don't wanna hear you moan f'me, baby."

What he doesn't know is you're trying to find something to bite into that won't end up being your poor tongue. 

To manhandle you as he sees fit, Chan's fingers slip down to splay around where your vocal cords lie. Thumb digging beneath your jawline into the soft fleshy skin of your neck. Teasing you with a not-quite-there chokehold that causes you to pulsate around the cock sliding in and out with little resistance thanks to the help of the slick that pools endlessly out of your core. 

Then he's turning your head to the side to watch your eyelids flutter rapidly. Noticing how your jaw is clenched, teeth practically gnashing at each push into you that now relentlessly strokes that bundle of nerves. Taking pity, he lends a finger. Prying open your mouth and not caring when you bite down on it with a ferocity that could break skin — that's what he offered it for anyways — though it will definitely leave behind bruising indents that'll take days to heal. 

But he wouldn't care if you ended up breaking his bones too. With the way he's driving his dick over and over into you like a madman, he possibly could break something by that alone. The new position benefits the both of you greatly, granting him a better angle to reach deep and you find comfort in the way his body lays against yours. Pressing you down further into the bed, the weight comforting.

Even through the latex, he can feel the little bump of nerves his tip brushes against that's just rough enough to make him shiver. He purposefully aims his pelvis to be able to hit it each time. The lone arm at your hip wraps around your abdomen and he moans at how he can feel the bulge of skin pressed against his forearm from the size of the monster dick within you. 

It drives him feral, punctuating each sharp thrust with a praising hiss of, "Best. fuckin'. pussy. ever!"

And then it's happening. You can literally see the tightly-wound knot unraveling. Can feel as it loosens while your cunt suctions around his cock in a hard, vice-like grip. You cling around him, refusing to let him leave your warmth for a second. Not even daring to let him slide even a bit out. Though he wouldn't even think of it. As the mental ties come undone in your brain, so does your body — plummeting over and free-falling off the cliff of pleasure.

White flashes across your vision as your body writhes and shakes beneath Chan. Overcome by how fucking amazing it feels to be so full with the devastatingly huge dick of the person you care about the most tearing apart your insides. You're sobbing, tears drenching your face and where it lays. 

Chan's praising you through it all, complimenting how good you are for him, how perfect everything about you is, and how only you — his bestest, sluttiest, sweetest friend — could take him so well.

"Fuckin' knew you would be the one," he confesses and presses a kiss against your neck. It's so tender, full of love and gentleness despite how his hips cruelly still haven't let up, and it makes you wail even louder. "Ever since you smiled at me. Now, c'mon sweetheart 'n give it all to me. Show's only just gettin' started."

He's guiding you through the most intense orgasm you've ever had as it spirals from a crashing wave into a soon-to-be gushing waterfall. Yes, you've squirted before. But never with such a delightful buildup like this. And he knows you can take it, knows it's what you want as he coaches himself to hold off from his own finale. You let out a hearty moan, shaking at the overstimulation and feeling him twitch repeatedly inside. Almost as if his dick itself is begging for your release so it can do the same.

Your body listens and obeys, utterly charmed by your best friend's cock. Not like that would change the impending fate bound to happen anyway. Your cunt expels him out with a spray that splashes against his abs and drips down his thighs. Chan swears and grabs his length that bobs in the air upon being freed, fingers holding the condom tightly at the base like a makeshift cock ring. 

Furiously jerking off just a little bit to reach completion and then he's emptying what feels like a life's worth into the poor condom that can barely contain it. Unlike your pussy that would take it all if given the chance. It inflates, ballooning out and filling up with so much cum it's threatening to pop. As if it wasn't working overtime, straining around the sheer size of his cock.

It's so full and heavy, gravity weighing it down to flop against your folds that squirt out a tiny bit more upon contact that has your legs seizing. Your lower body — now growing numb — was somehow still sustained by Chan's insane one-arm strength until he flops onto you. Bringing you both down onto the wet mess on the bed.

"Get off, you're heavy," you grouch though a dumb smile lights up your blissed-out face.

He laughs breathlessly and rolls onto his side, bringing you into his arms and looking at you with stars in his eyes. You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his comforting scent you never want to be without now that you've been fully encompassed by it in such an intimate manner. So you wait, feeling the way your hearts both beat rapidly and he takes a deep breath. Chest expanding as his lungs fill with much-needed air after so much exertion. 

Anticipation brims from the crown of your head to the tip of your toes when Chan finally asks, "Hey, do you still think size doesn't matter?"

You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. Definitely not the question you were expecting.

There's a lively spark still dancing in his tired eyes and you match it with a playful smile. "I'm not really sure, I think you'll have to prove it to me a few more times."

"Suppose there's still a lot of condoms we can't let go to waste."

"Aw, you don't want me to make you some balloon animals?"

"That offer is tempting but…" Sneaky hands tickle the swell below your breasts and you giggle, half-heartedly batting him away. "Not as much as you are."

"And you know… there's still a lot of chances to confirm some things while we test out whose theory is right."

"Confirm what, my dear? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I've already staked my claim on what's mine." It's embarrassing how easily Chan can read you, a know-it-all smirk on his face as he cups your warm cheek oh-so-lovingly. "My slutty bestie's the only one who can take my cock like a champ, there's no way I'm letting you go now."

It's even more embarrassing that your heart and sore hole flutter at crude words that totally shouldn't make you feel like a silly fool in love. But because you are, it only makes you fall harder.

"So, you're mine now too?"

"If that's okay with you."

And of course, it's okay with you, you verbally affirm. Feeling his smile against your own when he leans in to kiss you. You'll confirm later that size really doesn't matter.  After all, you just happen to be lucky that your bestie-now-turned-boyfriend has a huge cock to complement the equally huge amount of love he has stored for you in his heart.

onlyseokmins: June 2023 ©

[mydearestbeloved]

Chapter 27 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

Content Warnings: This chapter contains Implied Yandere and slight gore—this is a work of fiction, I do not condone or glorify toxic relationships and violence in real life; experimental writings—a.k.a. me trying out a different style of being more descriptive and new p.o.v.s shifts.

See < End Note > for Bonus Contents, since I feel unhinged after writing this chapter. Might delete those bonus later? Depends.

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

Beru landed beside Igris with a faint thud, his wings folding neatly behind him. His antennae twitched; his gaze fixed on the peculiar scene unfolding ahead of them.

“Even my brethren do not deign to partake,” Beru intoned, his clawed hand sweeping toward the shadow ants. “Most unusual, for they oft descend upon such spoils without delay.”

Igris followed the direction of Beru’s gesture and noted the truth of it. The shadow ants, notorious for their ravenous appetites, remained in tight clusters, seemingly hesitant to approach the carnage. Other shadows, like the bears, also hovered at the periphery. Except for Tank, who was otherwise preoccupied with a particular albino young lady. He was making himself comfortable under a canopy, as to not disturb Blanche’s dozing off on his back, drowning herself in the thickness of his coat.

How exceedingly ironic, Beru mused, his multifaceted gaze fixed upon a ravenette as she wrenched a limb asunder with ease, offering half to her pale-haired kin—who, it seemed, struggled to sever her own share from the particularly stubborn carcass. They both then proceed to take a bite simultaneously with an audible crunch.

Is this, perchance, the sentiment humans harbor when they behold us feasting upon their brethren?

Beru’s mandibles clicked.

A most curious sensation, indeed.

“Who would have foreseen that the composed one harbored such… ferocity?”

Igris couldn’t help but agree, though he refrained from speaking it aloud, as they continued to watch Red skinned off and, subsequently, mutilated another carcass.

"Mhm,"

"KIEEEK—!"

By My Liege's—!

{“By My Liege’s will!”

—is what the full oath would’ve been, had Igris spoken aloud.}

"She's scary." Trick hugged herself, visibly shuddering.

“…When did you get here?" Igris hoped what was perceived on the butterfly’s end of the communication line wasn’t as clipped as he had realized his own voice would’ve sounded. Though outwardly composed, it was quite a bit shameful for a knight such as he to admit the slight tightening of his reflexes—the instinctive reach for his sword.

He had almost drawn his weapon at Lady (Name)'s beloved summon.

Though, to be fair, Trick did just… appeared out of thin air.

At the very least, Beru had fared no better. The ant had all but leapt away, wings flared, claws at the ready.

That fact alone granted Igris a measure of solace.

The mentioned silver-haired humanoid tilted her head innocently, “I’ve been here the whole time, though?"

Ah, yes, an illusionist.

Igris recalled Lady (Name)'s words—masters of deception, skilled in the art of trickery. He had merely not expected their craft to be potent enough to slip past his senses. Nor Beru’s.

Granted, the shadows soldiers had never before been the victims of the butterflies’ targeted hallucinations.

…Fortunate that we stand as allies.

No matter how battle-hungry one could be, Igris could not deny the headache these beings would pose as adversaries. And their mistress—even without My Liege’s evident fondness—would have proven a challenge herself alone.

“Speaking of...” Trick’s voice drew his attention as she turned her head and called over her shoulder. “Bestie!”

A blonde figure perked up from her crouched position a short distance away. Sol held a stick in one hand, its tip drawing crude lines in the damp earth. Around her, a small gathering of shadows and butterflies watched intently.

Igris squinted, realizing what Sol had been sketching. Iron, in particular, seemed pleased as he admired the drawing of himself. It wasn’t particularly skillful given the medium, but the exaggerated proportions made him appear larger and stand out more than the other shadow knights drawn into the mud.

"Lady of woe,” A single rose materialized on Trick’s outstretched hand, she brought it closer to plant a kiss. “Bids her halls,” The flower was then thrown, where it burst into a rain of red petals above. “A rosy banquet.” She bowed in curtsy, the extended fabric from behind her blown in the air from the exaggerated movement, momentarily showing the pattern of fluttering silver.

As she rose from the position, she gave a wink, “How's that for your next painting?”

Sol rolled her eyes in jest, giving a mock salute, but her smile bright. Trick bring a hand to her chest and made an expression as if she was hurt, but the subtle lift of her lips, if one would look just a little bit closer, would’ve told another story.

"Anyway," Trick turned back to Igris and Beru—who now had petals stuck all over their armor and exoskeleton respectively—yellow irises alight with something almost dreamy. “Isn’t my sister just the prettiest?!”

It was a well-known fact that the butterflies were far more...vibrant than the shadows—literally and figuratively. Yet even with that knowledge, Igris still found himself unprepared for the sheer whiplash of Trick’s one-eighty.

The stars in her eyes, clasping her hands together, and the swooning sigh were a stark contrast to mere moments ago, when he could practically hear the chills that ran down her spine.

“Did you not just claim she was frightening?” Beru asked, incredulous, every little movement he made causing petals to fly off.

“That’s exactly what makes her more beautiful!” Trick retorted, as if he just offended her.

Igris sighed internally.

Then again, ‘internally’ was the only thing he could achieve in regards to his current level-locked speech—

{Do we really need to remind him?

<<Yes>>}

Back to the situation at hand—

At that point, Igris had already begun tuning them out, letting their bickering fade as background white-noises as he plucked the petals off his armor, letting the reds fell down to the muddy purple-ish ground. His gaze had returned to the ballerina on stage.

The more he observed her, the more she reminded him of a particular kind of women he had only ever exchanged curt words with in his time as a human knight.

Sharp intellects, veiled beneath layers of practiced poise and intricately folded fans. Women who, in an era that condemned outbursts and demanded submission, wielded their wits often more so any man.

The way Red’s delicate fingers plucked a shard of flesh from the centaur-like corpse was not unlike the refined precision of slicing through a Mont Blanc at an olden tea party—silver knife and fork in hand, but otherwise the picture of grace.

And Igris could not help the thought that emerged then—those very same women could be as vicious as a knife to the back upon society’s stage. Ripping one another to shreds with honeyed words and carefully calculated maneuvers that would ruin rather than kill.

Whether one was complacent or bold, none were spared in the brutal games of favor, wealth, and power.

Igris knew that better than anyone.

“F-Father—"

Thump.

“…”

His gaze lingered, distant at times.

"She reminds me of the noblewomen of old..."

As he recalled how Red often followed Lady (Name) without fail—always at her beck and call.

With a contemplative hum, Igris continued his musing.

"Court ladies?"

Trick made a grand gesture with both hands of Igris for Beru to see—

Ding. Ding. Ding!

. . .

…Where did that sound even came from—

"See? He gets it!"

Ignoring one annoyed shadow ant, she turned toward Igris beaming, her voice brimming with pride. “You’re not far off the mark, Sir Knight! My sister was a duchess!”

… ‘was’?

“You should’ve seen her, Sir Knight!” Trick continued, practically vibrating with excitement. “She was such a riot! Even now—”

"Child. Fetch."

In an instant, Trick straightened, catching a tiny chunk of flesh casually thrown her way directly with her mouth. She bit into it immediately, her silver hair swaying lightly as her expression contorted into a disgruntled one a few chews in.

Igris could only stare, his judgment hidden behind his armored helm. Beside him, Beru clicked his mandibles in what Igris assumed was shared disbelief.

How... peculiar, this court of butterflies is.

——oOo——

Red approached the trio, uniform somehow remained as immaculate as ever. The white clean, the black and red mayhap hid any mess that might’ve been. Gracefully unhurried—as if she hadn't partaken in anything as taxing as a butchery in a rainy, muddy jungle.

"Well?" One brow was arched in pointed inquiry as her gaze settled on Trick.

"…Bitter." Trick swallowed with apparent difficulty before sticking her tongue out, as though the act would’ve contributed on getting rid of the horrid taste on her tastebud.

Red’s lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, Igris thought he heard her mutter under her breath, “At least she didn’t throw up.” Then, with a quiet sigh, she continued, “Didn’t you beg Mother to invest points into some < Devourer >’s skills for you?”

A picnic basket materialized in Red’s hand. She handed it to Trick.

"A < Devourer > can't afford to be picky." Red added, watching as Trick hesitantly took the basket.

When Trick lifted the lid, the scent of iron hit both Igris and Beru. The neatly packed cubes of raw meat inside were unmistakably from the magic beasts they had slain. Each piece was cut with surgical precision, their edges clean and uniform.

Trick wrinkled her nose, initially recoiling at the sight. But, as if she had a sudden light-bulb moment, her expression shifted. She turned around, scanning the area with renewed determination until her eyes landed on the sleeping duo under canopy.

“B—”

“Are you expecting her to cook for you right now?” Red interjected; her tone flat. “No.”

"Then–"

“Freeze it for later?” Red crossed her arms. “Sure, she could. Except the fact that it'll just be ordinary meat by then. The sooner you eat it, the more points you’ll gain. That’s the whole point of this exercise, isn’t it?”

"B-But—"

"Eat."

Trick’s shoulders slumped in defeat, and she complied, reluctantly picking up one of the cubes and placing it in her mouth. Her expression was dejected as she chewed, each bite taken with the exaggerated misery of someone enduring a punishment.

Chew.

“…”

Swallow.

“…hic.”

Red let out another sigh watching Trick’s display.

“…Have the garments been handed out?”

When Trick nodded pitifully in affirmative, Red plucked a cube of meat from the basket herself. The smell of burning wafted as the raw meat darkened and sizzled between her fingertips. Then, she brought it to the younger’s lips, and Trick took it gratefully.

"Better?"

Trick nodded vigorously as she chewed, her mood visibly improving. Red patted her head gently.

"Beru."

The shadow ant stiffened, mandibles clicking in surprise. He had not expected to be called. And yet, as her crimson gaze settled upon him, he swore—for reasons beyond his comprehension—that her eyes softened.

"Here."

Red snapped her fingers, and near Beru’s feet materialized several large stacks of... tupperware???

“We noticed the soldiers weren’t eating, so we took the liberty of saving some up for you all,” Red explained, gesturing toward the containers as she fed another carefully prepared morsel to Trick. “It’s only fair, considering most of the kills were yours.”

“We do not require—”

“I am well aware that shadows don’t require such sustenance,” Red cut in smoothly. “That eating is more habit than necessity. But we wanted to express our gratitude for the meal. It was also—technically—the first time some of us handled prep work. So please, it would make us very happy if you would accept our thanks.”

Beru hesitated before peering inside one of the containers. His antennae twitched as the scent of fresh meat drifted upward. True to her words, each was filled to the brim with neatly portioned flesh—cut into cubes, spheres, hearts, stars… even bunny-shaped pieces.

Igris, though remained silent, could not help but marvel too. When had the butterflies managed to harvest, prepare, and store all this without anyone noticing? A feat that bordered on the miraculous—or the terrifying, depending on one’s perspective.

Beru glanced from the containers to Red, then to Trick—who, upon feeling his stare, conspicuously turned away, still chewing.

After a pause, he straightened. “…On behalf of the shadows, I thank you, Madame.”

Red tilted her head but did not seem displeased. A faint smile ghosted her lips.

“Please send our regards to the others.”

She nodded once in acknowledgment.

Beru then turned his gaze toward Trick. “And you as well. Thank you.”

“…Hmph.”

Red shoved feed another cooked piece into Trick’s mouth with the same gentle care—ensuring that Trick didn’t start sulking again.

And so, Igris continued to observe. The way Red treated Trick and Beru—like children under her care.

It is… oddly endearing.

——oOo——

As the last vestiges of flesh disappeared into eager mouths, loose fabrics flowed like waterfalls. When the dark warriors merged back with their master of shadows, white tunics danced like packs of swans with the reemergence of kaleidoscope flights from behind. Thus, your newborns, ready to be greeted in your gardens—their home, joined their origins in kind and disappeared from the skies in dust of gold. Left in their wake, stark and gleaming, alabaster-white under the relentless rain—terrain of eerie beauty stripped bare of chaos.

"So..." Jinwoo cleared his throat, brushing rain-slicked hair from his forehead as the bags of essence stones disappeared into his inventory. "Is this something I should expect after every raid?”

He meant to say it in jest, an attempt to break the ice fell short when the beat of silence stretched, before you turned to him, your expression soft but distant, as though part of you was somewhere else.

“Sorry,” A fleeting gold, like light rippling through water. “Could you repeat that?”

Jinwoo’s gaze flickered briefly to the battlefield before back to meeting yours.

"...That," He jabbed his thumb toward the clearing behind—or rather, to what had taken place there just moments ago—with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Do I need to get used to that?”

“You don’t have to,” You replied softly, gaze drifting to the desolate expanse. But then, in a blink, as if only just now waking from a dream, your brows knitted, a look more concerned for him than the situation. Meeting gazes again, a thread of worry weaved your voice. “Does it bother you? I can—”

“Wait, slow down.” Jinwoo interjected quickly, raising a hand before you could go down the rabbit hole of drastic measures—only you could come up with—if you thought he was truly disturbed. Measures you would follow to a T, no matter the inconvenience. He knew you well enough by now to guess, and the last thing he wanted was for you to overthink this.  “It’s just… new. Need a little time to adjust, sure—”

He'd long been desensitized to the horrors of this world. Keeping up with you had kept him on his toes more often of course, but who wouldn’t be at least a little shocked when those pretty little things displayed a primal side so openly that might’ve rivaled his shadows?

Systematic, elegant, and utterly ruthless.

Struggling to reconcile it with the image one had grown accustomed to—

You studied him for a moment, a quiet hum leaving your lips. “If it makes you uncomfortable, they don’t have to do it. They don’t need blood or flesh to function as usual, but… it’s more beneficial now.”

“How so?”

—and curiosity just won over in the end.

Your tone shifted to something more matter-of-fact. “For the younger ones, besides the extra exp to level them up, the bonus energy gained can make them more effective, stay active longer. As supports, you know the drill, but in terms of gathering information? They can further interact with people directly without being as quickly exhausted independent of me.”

Huh.

That’s useful.

Very useful.

As unsettling as the image of butterflies devouring raw flesh was, and the sight of human body made from the inside, the utility might be worth the goosebumps.

Other inappropriate uses aside—as far as his own shadows went, they were invaluable for protection and surveillance. But they weren’t equipped for subtle interactions. They couldn’t question people or coax out information—not in the way your butterflies apparently capable of at least.

As much as Beru’s value went, Jinwoo doubted anyone would open up willingly to a towering, insectoid figure interrogating them unless stated otherwise, or to any shadow soldiers for that matter, whether they could speak or not. Informed targets might not be ideal at times.

Fear was still a viable option, but he would rather not have his kids terrorize innocents.

Your butterflies, on the other hand, would definitely be more practical in extracting information if they could disguise themselves and blend seamlessly into society.

As for acting with autonomy—Jinwoo thought back to that time in the snow-land red gate and let a smirk tugged at his lips.

They’re persuasive alright.

They seemed freer also in the sense that they weren’t bound to other objects to move, with few exceptions but definitely still less than shadows were to his soldiers.

Imagine the possibilities.

Jinwoo was almost jealous.

All in all, his shadows were the perfect battle weapons, warriors, and guards. Yours? The perfect supports, spies, even informants.

How much more of a perfect complement could this be?

Speaking of...

Jinwoo’s gaze drift to you. His lips pressed into a thin line.

Should he ask you?

Should he attach a soldier to you?

Ah, so you don’t trust her after all.

The voice was insidious and sharp—like his daggers.

The pang in his chest was immediate and heavy—guilt?

I do, the heart argued, vehement.

It’s for her—

For her or for you?

Mocking.

Does she really need you to keep her safe?

Taunting.

You barely know who she is.

Then I’ll keep learning, to get to know her, properly.

Is that not just another excuse to keep her close then?

Ah.

All this time, still just scratching the surface—

He went through this before.

I want to know her (everything).

Silence.

"That's... convenient."

Really?

Jinwoo winced internally.                                 

Was that all he can say? Couldn’t he come up with a proper compliment? Even saying something along the lines of the lame-old “cool” would be better at this point!

Why was he such a mess in front of the one person he wanted to—

“Thank you.”

Oh.

Damnit.

Damn you, for how tender you looked at that moment, standing just within his reach.

Damn you, for those knowing and fond eyes, staring back at him.

Damn you, for how soft your lips looked in that smile, directed at him.

Fingers twitched on his sides.

Damn him, for craving you to look at him (always).

“Take the < Illusionists > for example.”

You lifted your hand to his view, fingers curled, holding something out of sight, “Not only do they gain more knowledge to reach perfect mimicry…”

A single cherry blossom unfurled in your palm.

“…the duration of their skills also lasts much longer.”

Before Jinwoo could process, you exhaled softly.

He was then bombarded with multiple blossoms, straight to his face.

“Pfft.” You stifled a laugh behind your hand at his widened eyes and slightly parted lips. What made the sight sillier in your eyes was the silver butterfly perched on his cheek, chiming—

“Good day, Sir. Goodbye, Sir. Have a pleasant day!”

—before going poof!

Jinwoo didn’t move.

On instinct, his mana flared—to sense, to analyze—but there was nothing. He couldn’t detect the signature presence illusions carried, the usual flicker of magic that would have clued him in under normal circumstances.

No.

For a second there, he absolutely couldn’t sense you, even though his gaze never left yours.

And that—that was definitely not < Stealth >.

“The < Devourers > and < Conversion-ists> are more straightforward.”

You continued, as if you hadn’t just—

“To sum it up, the < Devourers > gain more physical bonuses—strength, durability, and such. While the < Conversion-ists > receive more ‘recipes,’ essentially.”

Jinwoo swallowed. His hand twitched.

“Jinwoo?”

You reached out, fingers hovering near his cheek but hesitated at the very last second, merely a hair’s breadth away before your fingertips could graze his damp skin, when you saw how empty his gaze had become behind dripping raven bangs.

“I can’t…”

His grip caught your wrist before you could retreat.

You neither flinched nor pulled away.

“You just—!”

Vanished.

Like a g̴l̷i̶t̴c̸h̴.̵

Jinwoo’s jaw tightened.

His eyes—

They reminded you of the last few chapters of the manhwa. Building up his decision to bear the fate of the whole world on his shoulders, alone. The way Normal Selner had looked at him, realizing he had already succeeded. How the illustration depicted his irises as pitch black, swallowing all light with naught a trace.

Oh, please don’t make that face.

"Jinwoo…" You gently brought his hand—the one gripping yours so tightly you felt the joints shifting under—and his other hand to your cheeks.

"See?" You closed your eyes, pressing your face against his touch.

Yeah.

Jinwoo exhaled, slow, unsteady.

Then—he leaned in.

Your presence—you—against his palms.

Right here. You’re right here.

Until his forehead could touch yours.

And so, so warm.

——oOo——

{In illustrations, we could take creative liberties to depict our reality.}

{Whether it’s creating multiple aspects out of proportions openly or changing just a single, subtle enough detail, one reason is to clue us in on the meaning behind it.}

{So, I’m curious…}

{If I described the moment Jinwoo leaned in, the moment light returned to his eyes at your touch, your warmth—

The black in his eyes rippled.

Like ink washing away, the pitch dark gave way to stormy grey. Then lighter. Until—

Against the glowing hue of blue, at the very center of it all—

(you)

If you simply knew, if you simply saw how that light reflected, unmistakable in its shape.

A heart…}

{How would you react, ‘Trial Player’? ~}

——oOo——

“What were you thinking about earlier?”

“Hm?” You blinked at him.”

“When I first asked about the < Feast >,” Jinwoo clarified. “You seemed… distracted.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” You paused, gaze dropping. “Just…”

“Just?” He pressed gently.

“I can feel it,” Your voice was barely a whisper as your hand rose to your chest, resting over your heart.

“How happy they are.”

“‘They’?” Jinwoo asked, though he already suspected the answer.

"My children,” Your gaze met his then, and something in your expression shifted. The edges of your eyes softened, your expression so tender, so genuine, it took his breath away again. “Eating makes them happy."

“I’m happy for them,” you added simply, smiling so radiantly—

—so disarmingly, it almost made him forget the reality of your words.

Jinwoo found himself staring, wondering how someone could look so utterly beautiful in such unsettling context. Spoken of something so—objectively—disturbing with the way of tone so warmth, so truthful, so serene, that made it feel natural, made it feel... right.

And yet, he couldn’t look away.

And yet, he didn’t feel repulsed.

And yet… he was the one who felt strangely electrified—

No.

—Jinwoo was thrilled.

The hum of the gate beckoned, a low, resonant vibration that pulled you both back to the present.

It was time to leave.

End Note:

Unedited Draft of [28/02/2025]

Double update? Double update. 😉

Thank you @eternadreeblissa for providing this chapter's surprise illustration! The version I put here is cropped a bit to bring out more focus on the eyes. I'll provide the full-version + the alternate versions ('cause all of them are too good to pass up) in this chapter's reblog here! 🙏🥹❤️

How do we feel about breaking-the-4th-wall segments, Everyone? Yea or Nay? 🤔

Beru, I love you, but your pattern of speech is killing me. 😭

Igris, you're a good boy. I'm sorry I'm making you that-one-tired-roommate-of-Beru's-before-Bellion-arrived. I'm also sorry if me bringing up your past—which I also took some creative liberties on in writing—dug up any past trauma for you. 🙏🥹

Trick is dramatic, theatrical, and fangirl all-in- one. Low-key female & human-but-also-not-so version of Beru? Hmm, maybe. Hopefully, I can make her distinct enough from Beru so their kinda love-hate dynamic that I'm aiming for won't be boring. 🫡

Guess which < Children of 'Trial Player' > took after (Name)'s motherly nature the most? That's right, Red. I guess not much surprise there? She's that-one-older-sister-who-mothered but is still her mother's daughter. 🥹❤️

On crack, JinwooxReader in this chapter is basically these:

{ —1—

Jinwoo: *Making up his mind about something-something deep related to (Name)*

(Name): *Making Jinwoo question absolutely everthing about his decision just a few seconds later*

(And this won't be the last time this happen.) }

{ —2—

(Name): *Starting to openly show her dark side, still just the tip of the iceberg*

Jinwoo: "I feel scared, but that's hot."

These two are going to get more and more fucked up the further we go down this AU. Jinwoo is still in the process of falling, while (Name) is already further ahead than him in that void, she just hid it very well. Funny thing about this is part of their dynamics in the future that I'm aiming for (for now, future subject to change) being like this:

Wife!(Name): "This Jinwoo is my eldritch yandere husband and I LOVE him. I won't change him for any version of him and I'm the only who can handle this him in the multiverse." (and she can, this is not a drill, the Rulers and the World Tree bear witness, she's saying this matter-of-fact and with well-hidden yandere-ish.)

Husband!(Jinwoo): "(Name) is my wife, my only one in the multiverse, and I will tear everything apart if she's taken as much as a step away from me. Don't even try. Can she still scare me? Yes. But she's the only one who can while also makes me horny 'cause it's her, my goddess, and I'm her first and only."

TP AU!Suho: "I love them, won't exchange them for any multiverse version of 'my' parents. But mine are definitely too fucked up."

(Wait until it's your turn, boy. You might be the same or worse than them)

TP AU!Suho: "...Heh?"

(Somewhere in the abyss of my very very ancient drafts, forgotten until I feel like digging them up:

Guide!Reader: *Safe and sound until—* "Achoo!")

TP AU!Suho's younger sister (placeholder name for now): "Hmm? I love my family🦋💀."

TP AU!Cha Hae-in: "Yup, this is my reality alright. As long as my bestie is here, everything will be fine. Kudos to my other versions that married their versions of my second dearest friend Jin and have their versions of my dear nephew as their child tho. Still won't change mine for anything, my number one ship have sailed and I'm not going anywhere as long as they're here."

The ¿System?: *Chilling with the butterflies🦋 and shadows💀 somewhere* 😎🍹 }

That's all, folks!

Feedbacks are very much appreciated. Thank you for reading. 🙏💕

[caramelkoo]

my soul back home. [1]

pairing : Jungkook X reader

genre : frenemies to lovers, writer!jungkook, pilates instructor!oc.

summary : your best friend receives your wedding invitation and realizes he doesn't have much time left before he loses you once and for all.

warnings : slight angst, they fight over a packet of pasta, bickering, oc is a pilates girly yayyy, Jungkook is super protective of the oc, misogyny, body positivity, strong language, hate at first sight.

a/n : heyy my besties, i just wanted to show my gratitude to all of you who read my last work. im so so so grateful to each one of you. it's almost 2am for me and i just couldn't wait to share this. Enjoy and let me know how you like it. xoxo. 💕

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6 years ago

Jungkook's growling stomach diverts his attention from the five page essay he's been trying to work on but barely has written a word. Blaming it on his hunger, he gets and up and decides to make himself some white sauce pasta also known as his comfort food. His mom used to make him when he was a child back in the days just so he can get done with his homework without making her work for it.

When he got into a fight in seventh standard and came back home with a nasty cut under his lip, his mom made it again. It's been his go to ever since.

"Shit" as soon as he enters the kitchen though, he realizes that he ran out of pasta last week when his friends came over.

Picking up his car keys he drives up to his closest supermarket. The lady behind the counter smiling at him as per usual. She must be around 60 year old and every time Jungkook has stopped by to pick anything up, she has been super sweet to him. Not to mention how badly she wants him to meet her granddaughter. He wonders if her granddaughter knows about her grandmother trying to set her up with a stranger.

"How you doin' today, boy?"

"Hey miss Cathy, you having a good day?"

"So far so good" Jungkook walks further inside the store and searches for the pasta packet he came here for. When he spots it, he reaches for it unaware of the hand that goes for the very same packet.

The vanilla and caramel like scent hits him like a truck and when he looks beside him, he freezes. The girl which stares back at him has brown hair which matches the color of her striking eyes. There are freckles all over her nose and cheekbones making it look like a group of stars decided to make a home there on her face. Her glossy lips are parted in surprise, her almond shaped eyes wide. Why does he feel warm all of a sudden? Is the air conditioner off?

"hello?" her voice breaks him off his trance. The girl's eyes have gone narrower now.

"I need the packet." He hears her say again. As beautiful as she might be and as badly as he wanted to get on his knees and.. no !! not going there, he couldn't let her take the pasta. Not when it's about his essay. if he doesn't finish it soon his professor is going to have his head on a platter.

"Oh no no no no no no, I need this and I saw it first so I'm getting this"

"Okay first of all that doesn't make any sense. People can see it things from outside the store, does that mean they own it? plus can you not buy it from some other store?"

now he was getting irritated. she had the audacity to look so gorgeous and on top of that she was fighting over a pasta packet?

"It does. No matter how badly you need it, I need it more."

The girl takes a step forward, "Listen, I have no idea what do you need it for and not that I'm interested but I have to make my little sister her favorite pasta with extra cheese or she is not going to leave me and my boyfriend alone."

See, Jungkook is a simple guy. He likes something and he goes for it. If it was some other place, maybe his college or a restaurant, he would have approached the gal and asked for her number oh so politely but this right here? It's a war and he hates losing. No matter how cute the opponent is.

"I'm sure you can persuade her with a popsicle or two. you can find them at the counter right there" he points towards the counter. "Now let me have the pasta because I need to eat my weight in it so that I can finish my essay and be done with it, alright?"

She scoffs, "You're infuriating you know that?"

"Heard somebody call me that once but I believe they were looking for the word 'lovable'" he shrugs and snatches the packet before making his way to the counter silently hoping miss Cathy does not mention her granddaughter again.

The pretty girl yells behind him, "HEY!! WHAT ARE YOU? 5?"

He places the item on the counter and pays the amount before walking out of the store. God, he was starving. Much to his disappointment, someone calls him out.

"Boy, wait!!!" Fuck, it's Miss Cathy again.

He turns towards her forcing himself to smile, "Yes, ma'am?"

"You know my granddaughter-"

"Miss Cathy, I wish I could give you a minute but I'm actually in a hurry. You see, my brother is visiting with his two year old and it's been a long journey for him and he's starving and I need to-"

Jungkook tried his best to lie through his teeth, he really does until a voice interrupts him. That very same voice.

"Really now? And here I thought somebody was so hungry, they started twitching just by the thought of someone else having that packet of pasta" the pretty girl in yellow sundress folds her arm over chest. "Does she know her tits push up when she does that?" Jungkook thinks.

She continues, "Grans, I didn't know you let liars into your shop?"

Wait, WHAT?! Did she just call Miss Cathy "Grans"? Would you look at that? They weren't lying about the world being small. Who would have guess that the girl he's been trying to avoid is the same girl he can't ever avoid for the life of him.

Miss Cathy's loud wheeze echoes through the store, "Trust me y/n, he's a good fella. Jungkook, this is my granddaughter, y/n. The prettiest, my girl."

She looks so proud while introducing her and rightfully so, if she were his, he would also take pride in that. Minus the pasta fight, though. The thought scares the shit out of him and maybe that's why he runs. His feet move rapidly not stopping until he's facing his car in the parking lot.

How the hell did he even let that thought enter his mind? One minute he was sneering at her and now he wanted to make her his? He began imagining what would it be like to call her, his? Quickly starting the engine he drives himself to his apartment. Later that night, he takes a cold shower and fucks his hand while thinking about the same vanilla and caramel scent.

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present time

Jungkook has always loved being alone, his solitude has been something which he absolutely appreciated. Being the eldest son of his family he's been the one to pick up everyone's pieces but when it came to him, nobody served that purpose so he ran. Ran away from his home, from the chaos, the noise and most importantly the responsibilities. That's not to say that he's a quitter but when you have a father sitting on your chest all the time and making it extremely hard for you to live your life, you might as well be called one. He chose his peace and he does not regret anything about it.

Unfortunately though, he left something very precious back home and as much as it hurt him to do so, he knew he couldn't not escape.

The room is quiet enough that he can hear his heart beating straight out of his chest and his breathing turning ragged. When he came back from his early morning run he did not expect to find a wedding invitation in the mail box. he wasn't even planning on checking the damn mailbox if it wasn't for the small part of him wanting to do so.

The man had the whole day planned and now he was standing in the middle of the hall feeling like somebody dropped a huge rock on his chest and said "deal with it" with a piece of paper in his hand he can't wait to burn or tear into pieces. He needs to sit down.

He unlocks his phone and finds your number at the very top of his dial list. You guys were talking last night only about your studio being renovated and it confuses him to the core as to why you didn't mention anything about your wedding.

"Hey, what's up?" your voice greets him, cheery as always.

"You're getting married?" the words seem bitter on his tongue.

"Oh my god, finally. You got the invitation" a dagger through his stomach would hurt less right now. He runs his fingers through his hair, messing them up and continues.

"Were you ever going to tell me about it?"

"No because I wanted it to be a surprise. I asked Taehyung and Cynthia to do the same as well. Aren't you glad you happened to check your mailbox, huh?"

Jungkook blinks, once and then again. He was having a hard time comprehending all of this. Hadn't he checked the mailbox, would you have gotten married and never told him about it? He was going to throw up. When he replies his voice is brittle.

"Listen, can i call you again? I need to run some errands"

"Sure, but don't-" he hangs up and runs to the bathroom before emptying his stomach.

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5 years ago

Sweat drips down from your forehead, your chest moves up and down from how fast your breathing has gone. A moan slips out as you spread your legs a bit wider.

"Just one more aaaaand perfect. Now release" the Pilates instructor's voice reaches to your wet ears. You place yourself down on the mat.

"Fuck, she'll kill me one of these days" Your routine has already been fucked up because of your college exams and after finally being fed up of sticking your nose in the books, you had decided to get on with Pilates. You fell in love with it a year ago.

After working your body in the gym and realizing that high intensity workouts are no good for you, you gave low intensity workouts a chance and boom! The clouds parted and now you're almost in the best shape of your life.

You have never loved your body as much as you do now and if your 13 year old self could look at you, she'd give you a pat on the back. She wouldn't believe that people no longer make fun of her for not having thigh gap or slender arms. Indeed, it took several lunges, roll ups, spine twists, ab burners to get there.

It's not like you have the most anime like body, no. But you have finally stopped beating yourself up over it, accepting the fact that people's negative opinions are just a reflection of their own insecurities.

Your phone pings with a notification and you pick it up. It's the guy you've recently began talking to on hinge. Your boyfriend, now ex, broke up few months ago because he suddenly thought sleeping with his manager would be something you'd look past. Clearly, he was wrong and now he can choke on a thorny dick for all you care.

When your best friend, Cynthia had suggested to join a dating app just for the plot, you did it. Besides, what more could go wrong? An hour of swiping left and two cups of coffee later, you came across a guy with pictures of a guitar, a black cat and a chess board. In your defense, his cat was cute.

The texts reads, "Are you free on the upcoming Saturday? My buddy said there's a new coffee shop and they sell the best hazelnut frappe in existence."

You think before replying. According to the stats, it's the ninth day since you have started talking. Isn't it too soon to be going on a date? Although, there is a small part of you who wants to say "fuck it" and go. Before your thoughts go spiraling you go with the latter.

"Sure. Hazelnut frappe is my favorite" locking your phone you prepare to take a long hot bath. After all, you've earned it.

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Turns out the nerdy guys possessing a hobby of playing chess are not worth it. At least this one isn't. You wonder if you killed a bunch of kittens in your past life because seriously? When you said yes to the date two days ago, the thing you expected the least was your date constantly talking about how many hours he spends in the gym, which protein shake he drinks, even mansplaining about the NHL team he's been obsessed with. Guess you should have seen it coming from the way he couldn't even wait till ten days to ask you on a date.

Honestly, whenever you go on dates you can't help but expect the other person to be on their worst behavior. For example, you can expect the guy to dress badly, smell badly, show up late or conventionally not show up at all. This guy right here is outright insane and has failed to stay in his lane. You were getting agitated at this point.

"And then BOOM!! he shoots the most legendary shot of his life. This is what happens at NHL, you-" he stops when you stand up from your place.

"Excuse me, I'll just be back in a second" you place the napkin on the table as you grab your purse hoping the washroom has a secret exit or something.

But before you could even take a step forward, his voice stops you.

"Oh I know where this is going, You'll excuse yourself politely and then run away like some coward huh? Typical escape plan for you girls?" His voice sounds so nasty and when you turn towards him he's scowling at you like YOU'RE the one who was being a twat the whole time.

you mumble, "What do you mean?"

He stands up and walks towards you. You really try to ignore people staring at you but you're only human. The sudden rush of emotions have caused your mouth to go dry. It's hard to process what's happening.

"What I mean is that you're probably gonna go in there, call your best friend and ask her to help you escape because you can't stand another second with me" he raises his right eyebrow up.

"Sir, please you're causing trouble for everyone. I suggest you to please sit down"

This is beyond embarrassing. If you were planning to give this guy another chance earlier, there's no way in hell you're going to do that now. Over your dead body. So you do the only thing that makes perfect sense. Your hands fly and you hit his cheek with so much force, you swear you hear his jaw pop.

There are several gasps around you. If you're going to get booed on, you might as well make the most out of it.

His face turns sideways before he stands up straight. He raises his hand to hit you back but suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand grabs his forearm and yanks it away. You instantly know who it is. It's the same arm you wanted to twist a year back at the grocery store.

"Get your filthy fucking hands away from her"

After an year of trying to forget about him, he's here yet again and he's saving you from this asshole. You couldn't decide if you should be thrilled about him coming at your rescue or worried about him being back.