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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 months

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Could you maybe possibly do a Bucky X single mum reader? Maybe he doesn't know she's a mum thinks she's ghosting him and then bumps into her and said child or something maybe some angst smut fluff the whole shebang

Bucky was officially done with dating.

He had felt this quite a few times but never had he decided to put an end to dating in the modern day until now. Things had been going great, he didn't even think she would've accepted to go on a date with him yet she did and after that, there wasn't a single moment where he wasn't thinking of her or with her. She was sweet, smart and didn't seem to mind about his past as the Winter Soldier or the metal arm that was blatantly visible to anyone if he took his gloves off. He was finally happy, in a healthy relationship, or at least he thought so.

A week ago things had gone radio silent, there were no texts, he didn't see her at her usual coffee spot and whenever he tried calling, it would go to voice mail time and time again. It had finally hit him that she had just "ghosted" him as Sam called it. Maybe he was right, yet not in the common sense, instead he felt haunted. Haunted by her touch, by her memory and even by the stupid cookies she used to buy. The same stupid cookies he was staring at right now.

- Can I get these? - a toddler jumped up and down next to him. It was a girl, at least Bucky thought it was a girl based on the high pitched voice. He only looked at the toddler when she pulled on the leg of his trouser, finally forcing him to look at her. - Sir, please can you pass me the cookies?

He shrugged, easily grabbing the box and handing it to the girl who went off running to the legs of a woman, a woman who looked too familiar, a woman who looked almost terrified when she saw Bucky. Honestly, Bucky wasn't even sure who was more terrified if her or him.

- Bucky. - she said as she walked up to him. - Listen, I ...

- That's fine. - he interrupted her. - You don't have to say hi to me.

- No, I just ... I need to explain things.

- I'd rather avoid the whole "it's not you, it's me" discussion. You know, you could've at least sent me a text instead of ghosting me.

- Ghosting? No, no, you don't understand. I've been busy and ...

- For a whole week? Clearly you're not busy enough to be perusing the supermarket.

- Perusing? I'm just getting groceries, I forgot I couldn't if I didn't text you.

- Oh so you do know how to text. - Bucky knew he was being mean now but he was hurt. There were may voices in his head which were making him feel like a loser, make him feel like just the Winter Soldier yet he also knew that was no reason to insult her so before he could say something he would regret, he walked away.

Technically, he had now ghosted her as well but she'd done it first so it wasn't as heavy in his mind. At least not as heavy as the idea that the girl he liked so much had suddenly stopped wanting to see him. Many things were going through his mind about what could've caused it, he didn't see another man with her at the store so it potentially wasn't one so his mind was forcing him to face the fact that he was probably the reason. Who would want to date a murderer, the Winter Soldier? No one.

- Did you bring my milk? - Steve asked as he skimmed through the groceries. - Bucky?

- I saw Y/N in the shop. - he sat down. - And I was a dick to her. Basically ran off with whatever I had in my cart.

- Hold on. - Steve said as he sat next to him. - You saw her? What did you say?

- Stupid shit.

Steve rolled his eyes. Bucky was his best friend, they had known each other since forever and he wasn't against taking his friend's side even if he knew he may be slightly wrong. Yet, in this case, he knew Bucky probably was acting out from hurt and that usually wasn't pretty or nice to hear. It was quite vicious actually, sometimes he forgot how vicious Bucky could be.

- I don't know what you said but maybe you should apologise.

- Probably. - he sighed. - Yet again I think she was getting ready to give me a pity speech and I'd rather not listen to it.

- Do you like this girl? - Bucky stayed silent at this. Of course he liked her, she was all he could think about at night, she was the sun the moon and the stairs for all he cared. But she didn't want him, what else would be the reason for her to suddenly go cold on him. - You've lived for a whole century, Buck. Go talk to her and find out what it is instead of sulking.

(...)

Bucky already regretted this.

As he stood outside her apartment door, he wondered if he was a complete creep. He felt like one, waiting for someone to open the main door so he could get into the building with the sad flowers he'd bought hoping they would convince Y/N not to close the door in his face. Once more, he stared at the golden number on her door before sighing and knocking. He heard quick footsteps before the door knob was slowly twisted and the door opened. The same toddler who he had seen in the market opened the door.

- Hi! - she said looking at him as if he was her oldest friend.

- Uh ... Is Y/N here?

- Meredith, who are you talking you? - he heard Y/N's voice echo through the apartment until she appeared at the door. - Bucky.

- Hi. - he cleared his throat.

- Mere, go inside. - Y/N ushered her daughter back inside, closing the door behind her.

Bucky stared at Y/N in both awe and confusion. Who was that toddler? Was it hers? She did look a look like Y/N and he had seen both of them at the supermarket as well. Did Y/N have a kid?

- She's mine. - Y/N said noticing the doubt on his face. - I had her senior year of college. She's 4.

- Why ... uh ....

- She's 4, she doesn't really understand relationships and I don't want to bring anyone into her life that may leave. I also usually struggle to date when I tell guys I have a 4 year old ... I should've told you, I'm sorry.

- And the ghosting?

- I wasn't ghosting. - she crossed her arms. - Mere had the chicken pox and I had to stay home with her. I was gonna text you but I thought this ... this would be a better conversation to have in person.

- Ah ... - he scratched the back of his neck. - I was an asshole at the supermarket, wasn't I?

- That depends ... are those flowers for me? - she smirked.

- Yes. - he extended his arm towards her handing her the flowers. Marigolds, her favourite. - They look a bit sad though.

- They look perfect. - she smiled at him. - Wanna come in?

(...)

Bucky stirred awake in the couch as he heard a soft rustling following by breathing. He peaked his eye open to see Meredith staring at him with wide eyes before she poked his cheek with her finger.

- Mr. Bucky? Can you make me pancakes?

He could get used to this.

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woongisi · 7 months

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Freudian Slips // Kim Taerae

switch!Kim Taerae x switch!fem!Reader // SMUT, some angst & fluff

WC// 5.9k

Synopsis// Taerae tried to stay respectful and ignore the fact he wanted his cock down your throat. Sometimes, his own thoughts betray him.

Warnings// angst, name calling, yelling, pussy eating, porn w/ (some) plot, "good girl", nipple play, marking, cumming in pants, blowjob, best friends to lovers

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"Tae, I'm getting hungryyyyy."

The two of you had been on the floor in front of the couch, compromising comfort in many regards. Your head had been resting on Taerae’s lap for some number of hours while he watched whatever shows graced the food channels of the tv. You didn't mind, it was quiet sans the occasional chit chatting or his gentle humming when he decided it was a bit too silent.

Truthfully, Taerae’s focus on the tv was less out of interest and more out of necessity. Sure, he loved watching the guys in the shows travel the world to try new restaurants and making notes of ones he would likely never visit. Unfortunately for him, the proximity of your face to his groin and the gradation of light across your face bothered him more than he was willing to admit to himself. He couldn't look at you long enough for his mind to begin to wander or he knew he'd risk making you uncomfortable. Had he done that, Taerae would've left, screamed into his pillow, and dedicated his life to solitude.

“Dude, you have to quit watching these before I’ve had dinner.” You groaned and pulled yourself to an upright position much to Taerae’s simultaneous relief and disappointment. “I feel like I’m gonna die.”

“Well what have you been into lately?”

You pondered for a moment, beginning to spout off all the dishes you'd made and places you'd been that really hit the spot. Unintentionally egging on a discussion of the world’s many varieties of food for the next 10 minutes.

Once your stomach twisted again, you slammed your fist against the coach and shushed him. “Ok. Enough. My stomach is digesting itself. So… what's for dinner? I'm down for whatever.”

“You.”

Taerae had spoken without a single prior thought, far too lost in the depths of his brain filled with food and… lust.

The confused and conflicted face you hit him with was enough to bring realization to what he'd just said. The poor boy’s heart dropped with his face red hot in embarrassment.

“I- I meant… I meant you can decide! I'm… I'm also down for whatever…!” He was already preparing to get up and leave on the assumption you'd want him to.

“Taerae. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Your initial reaction was to snap at him. “Seriously, ask yourself if that was appropriate, at all. Are you really just as sex depraved as every other guy?” You shoved your face into your hands. “Jesus Christ, dude.”

You almost caught yourself off guard with your own reaction. First and foremost you'd felt violated and angry… which hadn't yet begun to subside.

“I'm sorry- Really, I didn't mean-” Guilt sat heavy on Taerae’s mind, hurt, but feeling the reaction was what he deserved after all.

“Shut up. Just… just quit. All you men are the same. Forgive me for even trying. Or.. or wasting my time. Or yours. Whatever the hell we've been doing! Half a decade with you for this?” Deep down you knew you were being too harsh. You just weren't willing to get hurt again. A history of shitty men catcalling you, all your male friends ending up just wanting you for sex, just overall sleaze left you defensive.

Taerae remained silent, unable to form any words with sharp tears pricking at his eyes. By now he'd already backed up and moved to his knees, beginning to stand up.

“It's embarrassing, honestly. For you. I truly can't wait for the day I’m more than a damn hole to people.” You continued your rant, yet to notice the fat tears that had started rolling down Taerae's cheeks. “Quit thinking with your dick! I didn't think you were like that. It's just fucking disgusting. Why do I try anymore, Taerae you- you…”

Your eyebrows furrowed in surprise when his shame was no longer capable of being ignored. He slumped back to his knees in defeat, choking back cries, something that often failed and led to a weak sob. “I'll go… maybe you're right. I- I'm sorry again. I just…. just… never mind. You can block my number if you want…” Nearly every other word was interrupted with a sniffle or painfully restricted heave of his chest.

Your gaze fell more softly upon him. You hated to admit he… kinda looked pretty like this. “No,” you huffed and frowned with the awful knowing feeling that set deep in your chest, reaching to rest a hand on his knee. “I'm the one that should-”

Taerae cut you off sharply, “No!” He flinched back from your touch as if even coming in contact with you would kill him. “It's my fault I-”

“God, shut up!” Your voice raised again which did, indeed, shut him up.

You'd known Taerae for a number of years now. You'd just graduated college together, and had met him when he transferred to your high school in your senior year.

Back then you didn't see him for at least two weeks but you always heard murmurs about some new kid. You shared no classes, but word spread fast. A new kid is a new kid, your graduating class hadn't had one in years. Rumors were pretty mild compared to the usual gossip. The new kid was too quiet, the new kid came from overseas, the new kid was kinda hot but not really their type. Too nice and too passive. You knew from the start you wanted to meet him one day.

During the first fire drill of the year, you did. An unfamiliar face caught your eye in the grouping adjacent to yours. He was looking straight to the ground, fidgeting with the silver ring on his left pinky. It seemed like it spun. Most of the other kids were on their phones or talking, the teachers had given up on quieting them down pretty quickly.

You had snuck into his group, greeted a couple classmates you know alright, and placed yourself right in front of him.

“Hey, are you the new kid? Tae… Taetae? Raerae…?”

He had looked up from the ground with a small startle and nodded shyly. “Uh… Taerae… yeah.” He looked off to the side. “Why do you ask…?”

“Oh, I was just curious. I’d heard people talking about you and wanted to know what was up. I'm y/n by the way.” You cocked your head to the side to teasingly meet his gaze.

He was, as the other girls described, kinda hot. But… maybe he was your type? His dark brown hair hung across his forehead, straight and well kept. His deep brown eyes weren't eager to meet yours but you were glad to meet his. Neither of you knew just how pivotal that fire drill would be.

The teachers had signaled the all clear and just like that you were gone, yelling back that you liked his glasses and that he should come find you at lunch.

And find you at lunch he did. He had decided in the hours between that you couldn't be so bad. You didn't ridicule him for being so quiet, you didn't treat him like an animal to be oohed and ahhed at. Within a few weeks he'd developed a crush on you but pushed it to the recesses of his brain. You were his only friend at the school and he had studying to focus on. You, he thought, were too good for him anyways.

In the following years you grew to be attached at the hip. Always berated with questions as to if the two of you were dating, you both answered in equal shock with “Ewww!!!” and “I would never”... which had bothered him a little more than he liked to admit.

You spent lunch together. You spent time between classes together. Occasionally, you skipped class together. You spent your whole summer inseparable until the day you started your final year of college. And when that ended, you threw your graduation parties together. You had learned so much during those years. He had learned everything about you. Your dreams, your fears, your rocky history with men, what made you angry, what food you loved and hated, your favorite spots in town… everything.

The years that flash across your mind in only seconds snapped you back to the present situation.

In that short time, your mind had switched from the hurt you felt with others to fear. Fear that you were about to lose the best thing you ever had. Your best friend.

“Taerae. Taerae, come here…” You crawled over to him and, despite his protests, wrapped your arms around him. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I… I know you didn't mean to upset me.”

The boy’s tears had begun to flow openly and he was sobbing into the crook of your neck and shoulder. Sputtering apologies for getting tears and snot all over your shirt, pressing into your form.

“You've always been so sweet to me, even when I was messing with you and even when I didn't deserve it.” Every sentence you spoke drove him to be a complete and utter mess. You squeezed him tightly, securely, apologetically. “It was too much. The way I just yelled at you… It just struck a chord. I'm sorry. Nobody's ever treated me like you do.”

You said nothing more. Taerae had never seemed so small beneath your hold. You ran your hands through his wavy hair, hair that he recently had lightened to a lovely golden brown hue. With no lack of effort on your end, you managed to get his glasses off of his face and placed them on the carpeted floor beside you. You wanted to cry too. You wanted to cry and just say you were sorry over and over again. You resisted it even if only barely. The two of you never fought. Never.

When he calmed down enough, you let him go and gave his shoulder a tiny nudge. “Come on. Look at me.” Reluctantly he did.

His pretty brown eyes were puffy, blown wide, and glistening as he looked to you. “You… you don't hate me now?” Taerae's voice was meek in a way you hadn't seen since his last breakup. “I understand if you do…”

You spoke slowly, deliberately, and carefully to avoid revealing the extent in which he was breaking your heart right now. “Please. Hush.” You wiped the tears from his eyes with the knuckle of your finger. “I know you too well… I could never hate you. You're too kind, too gentle, too…”

Your next words came out in unison.

“Pathetic.”

“Perfect.”

Taerae's shocked expression was hardly repressed. “Perfect…? No. No no no, I'm anything but that. I'm nothing. Not compared to you.”

“Please don't make me tell you to shut up again. Hey… you're wearing the same sweater you were wearing when we met.”

“You remember that…?”

“I couldn't forget it if I tried to. You changed my life. We've done practically everything together for 5 years. If I lost you I don't think I'd ever be the same. Besides, it just looks so cute on you.”

Silence hung heavy in the air except for the background noise of Guy Fieri leaking from the television. All you two could do was stare at each other in a confusing meld of emotions. You fumbled for the remote, placing the tv on mute before you spoke.

“Hey.”

“Yeah, y/n…?”

“Would it be weird if I told you I'm in love with you?”

At that very moment Taerae felt like he had to be delusional. Maybe dead. Whatever he felt, there was no way you just said that to him.

“What…?”

It was your turn to shy away from his gaze.

“D- Do you mean it? Please don't toy with me like this. I can't take it. Please please don't do this to me. Don't break my heart.”

“You know I mean it, Tae. Do I lie to you?”

Taerae’s heart was stuck in his throat. Tears that never truly stopped had started once more. This time, accompanied by his smile that always extended ear to ear.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” Taerae was absolutely beaming, giggling like a little kid. “I've dreamt about this day. I've liked you for years. I always pushed it away, thinking you'd never like me like that. You were seriously out of my league. Still are.”

Suddenly, you were pulled into a tight hug. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest. You'd be able to feel him crying too, if it weren't for the fabric of your shirt already being soaked.

“Oh, y/n. You were the first person in this city to treat me like I mattered. I've never truly been able to ignore my feelings, but… when you were laying there. So peaceful. So at ease with your head secure in my lap. I just wanted to love you.”

He paused only long enough to take a deep breath.

“I've always loved you but I wanted to love you. I wanted you to be mine and only mine. To hold you, to comfort you, protect you. Your pretty little face putting so much trust in me. I shouldn't be speaking like it was in the past. I want to. Present tense. I want to fall asleep with you and then every morning I want to wake up with you.”

Taerae’s next words were considered carefully.

“If we're bearing it all, I should admit this too. Earlier… it was a slip of the mouth but I meant it in a way. It wasn't some filthy joke to try and get under your skin or in your pants. But… I do want you that way. I guess… sexually… I just didn't want you to find out in such a way and I needed you to hear that I really care for you and wasn't just riled up because your face was near my bits.”

“Alright, that's enough.” You bit your lip and grabbed his left hand. The one he wore the spinning ring on way back then. “I want to kiss you. I can't talk anymore. I need you to feel that I love you. So, please. Can I kiss you?”

Taerae groaned in relief and giggled. “I've waited 5 years for this. God. You know my ex from last year? She was pretty and all but through all that I only wanted you. All that just to say… kiss me. I'm almost begging you to.”

The first connection of your lips was eager but soft, and sent shockwaves through your bodies. This is what you'd been missing. This is what he'd been missing. No amount of hot flings could've ever prepared you for how it was to kiss Taerae.

“Thank you.” You whispered against him. It only took a moment's time for your lips to clash again, this time more passionately. He tasted faintly of caramel and dark brewed coffee. The scent you caught from the collar of his shirt was new and sickeningly intoxicating. You were used to his natural scent by now and had always enjoyed it, but smelling it now with the velvety rich perfume was an entirely different sensation.

You weren't sure how experienced your dear friend was, but you were sure he'd never kissed anyone like this. His lips were pillowy and unexpectedly soft. Contradicting his generally unassertive nature, Taerae had decided there was enough surface level kissing. The surprise of him attempting to push his tongue into your mouth caught you off guard, causing you to yield easily. A soft whine rose from your throat, egging Taerae on.

“Having fun, yeah?” He chided at you, his typical humor coming back to him.

“Having fun, yeah?” You mocked. “Just keep kissing me, pretty boy.”

There were no complaints to be had on that command. One hand firmly on your back and the other holding the side of your face, Taerae's presence was domineering. The way his hands spread so far across you had you acutely aware of just how large they really are. You desperately wanted to know what those hands could do, but patience was a virtue you had to exercise.

“You taste so good, Tae~” Your face was red hot, almost humiliatingly so. Each time you pulled away from each other, saliva hung between you in heavy strands. You hadn't expected to be kissing your best friend, nor had you expected you'd be on the floor if it ever were to happen. Taerae leaned forward, guiding you carefully to rest your back against the front of the couch.

Taerae broke the kiss, both of your lips growing red. You let out a whine of dismay which was quickly silenced by him latching on to your neck, just below your ear. Taerae's warm breath against your skin made you shiver and you moved to grab on to the sleeve of his sweater.

“Shit- Tae, don't, I have to work tomorrow.” Despite your protests, you'd subconsciously craned your neck to grant him easy access.

“Hm?” He nipped lightly at your flesh. “Waited all this time but you want me to stop now?

“Fine, but if anyone says a word to me you'll never hear the end of it.”

“Hm. I can live with that.”

His onslaught against your neck was relentless, moving his way down toward your collarbones. Red and purple hues were now flowering on the expanse of your skin in deliberately placed blotches.

“Hey, switch it up.” You tapped his arm to get his attention, your message conveyed easily enough. Adjusting your respective positions and climbing onto the couch, you were now straddling Taerae’s hips. You cupped his face, lightly caressing his cheeks with your thumb. Your eyes fell upon him with adoration, taking in the views of his furrowed brows, glossy eyes, and blushing cheeks. With a loving sigh, you granted a small kiss to his cheek before taking his lips into yours once more.

You grasped one of his hands, guiding it to hover just above your chest. Between kisses you assured him it was alright for him to touch you, which he was happy to accept. Your breath hitched once he took your breast into his large hand and brushed his thumb across your nipple. The days in which you bothered to wear a bra around him had passed a couple years ago. Normally such a simple action wouldn't have brought much of a reaction, but this situation was far from ordinary. His massaging of your flesh was slow, almost hesitant, and he was clearly relishing it.

The kisses you exchanged were growing increasingly sloppy and desperate. Softly moaning and whimpering into each other's mouths, teeth occasionally scraping, tongue intertwining. Taerae was becoming increasingly excited, not only evidenced by his less coordinated movements but the growing bulge in his jeans as well. You took note of this and gave your hips an experimental roll. Taerae's brow twitched and he hissed, a small involuntary buck of his hips meeting.

“O-oh my god, y/n, hell.” He was hit with a sudden worry and shook his head slightly, now maintaining eye contact. “First. I know I want this… but are you sure you do? Really really sure? It's so sudden I… I don't want to pressure you into anything. I’d never forgive myself.”

“Idiot,” You chuckled. “I promise if I wasn't sure then I'd have stopped this by now. I want to be close to you, I want to feel you.”

Taerae flashed you a brilliant grin and settled his hands on your waist. You draped your arms over his shoulders, wrapping around to the back of his neck, and nestled your face against the crook of his neck. You swore you could almost feel his heart kiss a beat at the feeling of you licking a small stripe down the side of it.

“Just revenge.” You quipped, proceeding to suck circles into the delicate flesh and biting down gently.

“You gotta be trying to kill me, woman.” You granted him no audible reply.

You again started to move your hips against him, the friction of your panties and thin shorts against the rough denim sending a shock straight to your core. He was already becoming putty in your hands, pliant and gradually losing the dominant facade he'd earlier displayed. His hips came up to meet yours with breathy moans emitting from the two of you. Deciding you'd abused his poor neck enough, you pulled away from his neck. One hand now resting on his side, the other slipped under the thick sweater fabric but still above the white button up he donned beneath.

“Bet your ex never did this to you, hm?” Taerae about jumped out of his skin when your index and pointer finger pressed down on his nipple, rolling the sensitive bud beneath them.

He tossed his head back with a pathetic drawn out whimper. “Damnit, didn't know they were so fucking sensitive. You're right… but I’m so fucking glad you are now.” He swallowed his next breath hard and spoke shyly. “P-please, I like it, don't stop.”

Who were you to deny?

Your continued ministrations were of course pleasurable to you but nothing was quite as satisfying as the way Taerae was coming completely unraveled beneath you. His erection was straining painfully against his jeans now, every buck of his hips driving him just a bit more crazy, short noises of “ah, ah” falling loosely from his lips whenever you applied pressure to him again.

The grip your partner had on you was becoming almost painful but pleasantly so. Arousal filled eyes looking up admirably at you, his mind was spinning.

“Wait, wait, I'm close- so close.” Taerae warned but groaned at the sudden loss of friction when you stilled your hips.

“What's wrong? You wouldn't wanna be done already would you?” It was your turn to tease.

He shook his head and you pressed your forehead against his.

“I've got a question , Tae. You ever wondered what I taste like?”

“God, yes, s-so many times.”

“Right, then I've got an idea. Taerae. Do you wanna eat me out?”

“Fuck. Yes. Is that even a question?”

Taerae took his position back on the floor, legs folded neatly beneath him. You were lounging against the back of the couch with legs open wide to grant him access. Taerae ran his hands along your thighs. He'd seen them many times before, years of ignoring how much he wondered how they'd feel.

“Come on,” You whined, “not to be all impatient but I really would love some relief right about now.”

Taerae hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts, urging you to lift your hips, and pulled them off of you. He swore his mouth watered at the sight of you. Your underwear were simple, your typical bikini style. They were sky blue, ribbed cotton, with a tiny white bow right on the middle of the waistband.

“Ah, cute.” Taerae laughed lightly and leaned in, placing a kiss on your inner thigh. “Never took you for someone to wear anything but skin tone panties.”

“You've… thought about it?” You looked to the side shyly as if he was looking at your face anyways.

“Mhm. Thought about a lot of things.”

Taerae left sloppy open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs, pulling at the skin softly with his teeth. He took in every little twitch of your muscles and every little noise you made.

“Alright alright, I'll stop teasing.”

Taerae removed your panties, biting his bottom lip harshly. You squirmed, self conscious under the intensity of his gaze.

“Fuckin’ beautiful…” He muttered under his breath and gave your clit a playful lick which made you jump. Arms situated on either side of your hips, Taerae delved into you eagerly, coating the lower half of his face in your juices in little time. “Baby, you're so wet, shit.”

You ran one hand through his fluffy hair, assuring that it was all because of him, all for him. He granted you a sloppy lick along the entirety of your cunt eagerly. He nuzzled into you, tongue delving into your core. Every movement felt electric to you, drowning in the sensation of his nose bumping into your clit, losing yourself more and more when you focused in on the sounds of his mouth against you and the way he panted whenever he paused to catch his breath. One of your hands was pressed against your mouth to stifle your moans while the other grabbed at Taerae’s hair.

You yanked at the locks unintentionally harsh when Taerae’s lips latched onto your clit, sucking eagerly with his tongue pressing against it lightly. The sting of his scalp solicited a choked groan deep from his throat. You took note of it, realizing there was definitely a reason he enjoyed it so much when you played with his hair all the time. Cute.

Taerae had yet to notice the fact he was rutting his hips against the couch, far too focused on eating you out as if he'd never get the chance again. For all he knew, he wouldn't. He removed his right hand from your leg and dipped two fingers into your opening, plunging them in and out progressively deeper as they were coated with your wetness. You'd given up on keeping quiet by now, the hand previously over your mouth now pinching your nipple through your shirt.

“Feels so good,” You gasped out. Taerae curled his fingers, eventually locating the spot that made you cry out. You felt him smile, narrowing in on it and using his free hand to lightly press his palm flat over your pubic bone.

“There you go, just like that.” He purred, picking up his pace. Your chest was heaving, your mind reeling and leaving you wondering where he learnt this and how the hell he got so good at it. His ex crossed your mind but you couldn't be bothered to feel jealous at the moment. Not when the callused pads of his fingers were abusing your g-spot.

“Tae, I'm gonna- Please please just don't stop!” You begged incoherently to him. Taerae’s hips stuttered against the couch, not realizing just how close he was until it was too late. He grunted, desperately chasing his high until he pushed over the edge, his seed spilling out to ruin the expensive denim of his jeans. His moans reverberated through your nerves, bringing you to ecstasy moments after he came. Your thighs shook and clamped around his skull which only encouraged him to ride through both of your orgasms.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you-” Taerae soaked in your praises, freeing himself from the grasp of your legs once you had calmed down.

“Good god, you're good.” You took deep breaths, trying to regain composure. Taerae stood up and leaned over you so he could kiss your forehead and hold your cheek.

“Thank you, love,” Taerae avoided eye contact and scratched his arm. “I, uhm, I may have finished… I’m really sorry.”

“Trade me places. Don’t apologize. Don't worry. I'll clean you up real nice.” You smirked.

If his situation didn't feel real before, it did now. You were looking up at Taerae, fumbling to undo his belt until you could remove it and toss it to the side. You handed him his glasses with the insistence he should be able to see you perfectly.

Taerae considered his words carefully. “This is crazy, all of this. I… think we're past the point of hiding anything. I've stayed up so many nights buried deep in a toy, pretending and wishing so badly that it was you. Now you're here, unzipping my pants…”

His statements made your ears hot while you instructed him to help you out, pulling his pants down to his ankles. He was just in his sweater and underwear now, navy blue plaid boxers complete with a sizable wet patch at the front.

“What else did you think about? Don't be shy. I wanna know.” You lightly squeezed the form of his dick with a mumble. “Such a mess you've made.”

“Well, I-” Taerae’s voice caught in his throat when you started to palm at his groin, agonizingly slow and deliberate. “You remember all those times some freak wouldn't leave you alone so you grabbed my hand and declared how you were taken?”

You placed a kiss just below his navel, right on his happy trail. “Of course I was happy to help you out before all else… but at night I’d always think about how small your hands felt around mine.”

You pulled his boxers down, enough for his dick to spring out and land against his stomach with a wet slap. A drawn out groan filled the room.

“Oh my- has anyone ever told you that your cock is beautiful?” It really was. He wasn't the longest, sitting at what you guessed was 6 inches, but he was girthy. His dick curved upward pleasantly, adorned with a couple prominent veins and a pale pink head. Everything was amplified by the thick white liquid coating the length of it.

You rested your head against his thigh, lazily stroking up and down, taking in the view, and smiling a little at the feeling of Taerae petting your hair. The moment was tender, uncharacteristically quiet. He looked at you like you were his whole world, whispering praises of how pretty you are, soaking in the sensations.

“Alright, I did say I’d clean you up, yeah?”

You licked a long stripe up the underside of Taerae's dick, gathering some amount of his seed on your tongue as you did so. You swallowed it eagerly and stuck out your tongue with an “ahh” to let him see there was nothing remaining. You continued your job with excitement, leaving small licks across the skin until the only residue left was your saliva.

You wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and took the tip into your mouth. You tongued at his slit, noting the way he shuddered. Neglecting to give any meaningful warning, you took a deep breath through your nose and pushed yourself down on his length, gagging a bit when the head touched the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Taerae’s hand grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Where'd you learn to do that? Ngh- actually, don't tell me. I can't stand to t-think about your lips on anybody but me.”

You pulled your head off of him with a pop and looked up with pleading eyes.

“Please, I want you… in me.” You couldn't understand how you felt so bashful with Taerae considering how long you'd known him. You mulled over it for a moment, deciding it was reasonable enough to feel embarrassed to be begging any man for anything.

Something switched on within Taerae’s mind. “Alright, up.” He patted his thigh, guiding you to straddle him with the head of his cock brushing against your entrance.

“You sure, baby?” You nodded. “Ready? Promise? I want to hear you say it.”

“I promise, need you.”

“Good girl.”

Taerae used his hand to slide his cock between your folds, using the other to urge you to sink your hips down.

“A-ah, Taerae!” You cried and pressed your head into his neck. He swore he could've cum on the spot. You'd used his full name before. Plenty of times, really. Normally you were just calling for him across the room. Maybe scolding him for saying something dumb, or even yelling at him as you had done not even an hour prior. This was… different.

“Come on,” He gently pried you from his body. His eyes sparkling, looking at you like you were his entire world, pride swelling in his chest. “Hold on tight.”

You flung your arms around him happily, regaining your position by his throat. Taerae's hands grabbed firmly at your hips as he started to thrust in to you.

“Good god, so tight.” Taerae growled. The stretch was incredible, your walls clenching around him. The initial sting was soothed quickly. You could've sworn Taerae was made for you in every way. His personality, his care, the way your bodies slotted together, how satisfyingly he filled your cunt.

Both of you swore up and down you usually lasted longer but between the surges of emotion longing, you were reaching your peaks quite rapidly.

Taerae was basking in how you begged for him to speed up, unknowingly stroking his ego. He smirked with satisfaction, you were finally his… and he needed to hear it out loud.

“You want more?” His voice was low and velvety in your ears. “Right. Then tell me who's wrecking you? Who do you belong to?”

“You, Tae-” His nails dug into your sides with his thrusts intensifying swiftly. “Belong to you, don't want anyone else. Just Taerae-”

His hips snapped roughly upward, letting himself set a brutal pace.

“That's right, y/n. Mine. Don't need anybody else.”

Your ramblings had devolved to moans with the occasional coherent utterance of Taerae's name, thanks, and praises.

“Getting close, hon?” Taerae's breath was shaky and hot, his mind clouding with the pleasure that washed over him in waves.

You nodded fervently, pleading with him to keep going, to let you finish. Granting him permission to cum inside before he had even asked. With a series of high moans, your orgasm hit you like a semi, clamping your teeth down on the side of Taerae’s neck hard.

“Fuck!” Taerae yelped and planted himself firmly within you, pushed to his limit by the way you desperately rutted your hips against his in an attempt to drag out your high. His cum covered your walls in white hot ropes with every twitch of his cock, filling you up until it began to seep out of you and down to his balls.

For a few moments, everything was quiet other than both of your exhausted pants. You clung to him like he wasn't corporeal, like he was going to disappear if you let him go, feeling his heart beating forcefully beneath his sweater. You pulled off of him, mourning the loss of his cock and the sticky liquid that flowed freely from your hole.

Coming back to reality, insecurity grabbed hold of you cruelly and you held back tears.

“T-Taerae…?”

His hand rubbed your back reassuringly.

“Yes?”

“Do you still love me?”

“What kind of silly question- Nevermind.” Taerae squeezed you into a hug and wiggled back and forth. “Of course I do. Sure you just took me to another planet but I told you that's not the only reason I love you. I promise.”

Your stomach growled in the silence, reminding you of what had gotten you to this situation in the first place.

“I'm sorry again, Tae. I love you so so so much…”

Taerae made a noise of acknowledgement. “I love you too. Hey, you still hungry?”

“God damn I almost forgot. Can we get chinese?”

“What? You just had korean! But, if that's what you want then I guess so…”

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed and pinched Taerae wherever you could grab.

Taerae removed you from his arms, peppering tiny kisses all over your face and hands.

“Get up so we can clean up, alright? Then I’ll call in the order and you can take a nap. I'll wake you up when it gets here.”

You nodded happily, following him to the bathroom while he switched on the showerhead. You both tossed your shirts to the side and hopped under the hot water, embracing each other once again.

“Thanks for pissing me off, Tae.”

“Yeah. Thanks for not killing me on the spot.”

#[gray fucks zb1 ❄️]#[im back for more and also a zerose]#-----#zb1 x reader #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #kim taerae smut #taerae smut #zb1 scenarios #[long time no see]

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venerex · 2 years

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your girlfriend

pairing: scoups x f!reader, jeonghan x reader

word count: 2.2k

contains: threesome, fingering, intercourse (protected), masturbation (m), cum-tasting (it's brief; i'm so sorry), reader gets leg cramps

a/n: hahahahahahaha. this is so soft for a threesome, i truly indulged myself. tagging @husbandcheol for cheol feels. thanks @underratedlovedone for proofreading! hi @starlightjoong!

"you're doing it wrong"

jeonghan opens his mouth to respond to seungcheol's grumbling, quickly closing it when he sees your boyfriend slide out from behind you. seungcheol nudges him away, taking his place in front of you and massaging your calf.

when seungcheol and you had discussed the idea of bringing someone else into your bedroom for one night, you didn't think it would come to any fruition. your boyfriend gets sulky when you give anyone (even a dog) more attention than him - you had no reason to think he'd be okay with inviting a third person to participate in your activities. it seems that his friend jeonghan is an exception to that.

you were surprised by the offer but readily agreed, trusting both men fully. boundaries were drawn soon enough - the big one being that jeonghan keep his dick in his pants (something you had apologized for, but he had waved it away with a smile, saying he was just happy to be there).

everything was going fantastic until a few minutes ago. jeonghan was much softer than you would've expected, working three fingers into you to get you ready for your boyfriend's cock. it was quite the experience - sitting on the edge of the bed between seungcheol's legs while he pressed soft kisses on your neck, his praises mixing with his friend's.

then your penchant for getting leg cramps during sex bubbled up, and both men froze as your moans turned to yelps. "cramp", you had gritted out, leading your boyfriend to instruct an alarmed jeonghan to massage your calf. it seems jeonghan wasn't doing a good enough job, and seungcheol had now taken over.

"i was doing fine, you know", jeonghan mutters, side-eyeing seungcheol.

"you were too slow", seungcheol doesn't bother looking up, his eyes focused on your face as his fingers work on your muscles, "she's in pain, jeonghan".

"obviously you're faster, you're used to her", jeonghan rolls his eyes, looking at you and adding apologetically, "i'm sorry, angel. i tried".

"it's okay, hannie", you giggle, and his face lights up at the sound, "sorry about - well, this. not exactly what you signed up for".

jeonghan shakes his head and murmurs "it's not a problem" the same time seungcheol looks up and chides "do not apologize, baby", and you can't help but snicker at the situation. you're naked and extremely turned on while both jeonghan and seungcheol are shirtless, and you're all waiting for your stupid cramp to go away.

oh well. atleast jeonghan will remember the night.

"can i kiss you, angel?", jeonghan asks tentatively.

you look to your boyfriend and catch his wink. i'm okay with this if you are, it says.

"yeah", you smile, watching as he picks up your hand in response. he trails soft kisses up your arm to your neck, intertwining his fingers with yours. ever the flirt.

"you're so pretty, angel", he kisses the corner of your mouth, and you can't help but blush under his attention.

"thought you were going to kiss her, jeonghan. not fall in love with her", seungcheol's voice interrupts the tender moment, and you look to your boyfriend to see him shaking his head fondly.

"so i did", jeonghan whispers over you lips, "and i would hate to keep you waiting, angel".

unlike your boyfriend, jeonghan kisses you slowly, teasingly. his tongue fleetingly touches your lips but doesn't go past them, his free hand coming up to touch the side of your neck lightly. the whole thing is a ploy to make you want more, and you do - finally snapping and pulling his head closer, swallowing the triumph chuckle that falls from his lips. you're almost completely immersed in the kiss, and you almost don't notice how your boyfriend's hands have stopped moving on your leg. almost.

"that was nice", jeonghan pulls back and chuckles, lifting your intertwined hands to place a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"yeah", you clear your throat, "nice".

"if the two of you have had your fun", seungcheol grumbles, making you look at him, "is there still pain, baby?"

"no", you move your leg to check, "no, it's fine now".

"okay", he looks at his friend, "jeonghan, hold her from behind".

jeonghan looks like he wants to protest for a second, but he follows - smoothly sliding behind you and wrapping his arms around your body. seungcheol moves to kiss you, his lips hard on yours as his hands weave into your hair, the feeling of his tongue on yours making you moan into the kiss.

"am i better?", he asks after pulling away, bringing you out of your haze.

"huh?", you blink, barely catching jeonghan whisper "seriously?" against your neck.

"that's my girl", your boyfriend smirks, moving to separate your thighs.

"she has to say that, she's your girlfriend", jeonghan nips at your ear, "don't worry, angel. i know who you like better".

"jeonghan", seungcheol chides, inching a hand towards your cunt, "keep her still".

the arms around you tighten as your boyfriend's finger touches your clit, rubbing light circles while his other arm keeps your thigh still. your moans are spurred on by jeonghan's praises in your ear, his hands moving to play with your nipples.

"she likes them pinched", seungcheol offers, his finger now circling your entrance.

"is that so?", jeonghan tugs at your nipples before pinching them lightly, "you like a bit of pain, angel?"

you whine a "yes", your head tipping back to rest against jeonghan's shoulder just as your boyfriend pushes in two fingers in your cunt. they curve in practiced come-hither motions, easily finding the sensitive spot inside you.

"do you like his fingers inside you, angel?", jeonghan asks teasingly, his fingers still on your breasts.

"he asked you a question, baby", seungcheol pipes in when you don't respond, a finger coming to circle your clit, "answer him, or i'll stop".

"yes", you gasp, feeling your orgasm approaching, "yes. please - cheoli - please - "

"come, baby", your boyfriend orders, "now".

you explode, trembling in jeonghan's arms as seungcheol's fingers help you ride out your high. your body goes lax against jeonghan's when you come down, and you shiver when he whispers "so good, angel. so good" in your ear. you watch from lidded eyes as seungcheol pulls out his fingers from you cunt, the digits glistening with your slick.

"want a taste?", his eyes meet his friend's.

jeonghan doesn't answer, choosing to lean forward as seungcheol brings his fingers to the former's mouth. you meet seungcheol's eyes as the sound of jeonghan sucking your slick fills the room, and an involuntary whimper escapes your lips.

"you like that, baby?", seungcheol's wet fingers touch your cheek, "how does she taste, jeonghan?"

"just decadent", jeonghan hums against your skin, "he's so lucky, angel. he gets to taste you whenever he wants".

"yes, i am", seungcheol presses a soft kiss on your lips, "very lucky. baby, do you want to stop now? what do you want to do?"

"want you to fuck me while hannie watches", you answer without hesitation, "if he's okay with it", you add softly.

"oh, i'm more than okay with it", jeonghan responds.

"it's decided, then", seungcheol pulls at the drawstrings on his sweatpants, "jeonghan, back up against the headboard. same position, hold her still".

jeonghan follows the order, coaxing you to move with him. his arms wrap around you while you spread your legs, watching as your boyfriend takes off his remaining clothes and grabs a condom from the nightstand. "good to know you kids are using protection", jeonghan comments, making you giggle as seungcheol rolls his eyes.

"i know he's big, angel", jeonghan comments as the two of you watch seungcheol roll on the latex, "but incase you want to try someone longer - "

"jeonghan", seungcheol growls.

"hey, i mean no harm", jeonghan's voice is conciliatory, but you can hear his smile, "just letting her know she has options".

seungcheol closes his eyes and swears, seemingly searching for patience.

"don't let him bother you, cheoli", you murmur soothingly, reaching for your boyfriend's hand, "and you", you turn to look at jeonghan, "stop poking him".

"but it's so fun", he protests, taking in your narrowed eyes, "fine, fine. i'll stop bothering your cheoli".

"will you please fuck me now?", you turn and pout at seungcheol, watching as his eyes soften, "please?"

"ofcourse, baby", his hands caress your thighs before lifting them up, exposing your cunt, "feeling empty, mm?"

"yeah", you whimper when he slaps his cock against your cunt, feeling your blood rush at jeonghan's low curses, "cheol - please".

"take a deep breath, baby", he positions the head against your entrance, "jeonghan?"

"i know", the arms around you tighten.

you moan as seungcheol pushes his cock into you slowly, his eyes on your face to look for any signs of discomfort. you feel jeonghan press soft kisses on the side of your head as you close your eyes and try to get used to the stretch, clenching around seungcheol's cock at the praises both men murmur at you.

"i'm good now", you breathe, "you can move. please".

seungcheol pecks your lips softly before pulling out and thrusting back in, both of you moaning at the sensation. he fucks into you at a frustratingly slow speed, not giving into your pleas.

"he's a tease, isn't he?", jeonghan's voice is slightly uneven, his cock digging against your back, "if it was me, i would give you whatever you wanted, angel".

seungcheol thrusts in sharply, increasing his speed suddenly like you've been begging him to. maybe you should invite jeonghan more often.

"yeah, it's not you, jeonghan", he keeps up the speed, groaning through his retort, "it's me. isn't that right baby?"

you mewl at his possessive words, whining his name when he brings a finger to your clit.

"answer him, angel", jeonghan murmurs, pinching your nipples.

"yes - ah”, your eyes roll back as seungcheol's fingers quicken, your high approaching at the assault, "yours, cheoli. just - yours - please - "

"wanna come, baby?", your boyfriend grunts, "go ahead. milk my cock".

his words are enough to make you fall off the edge and you explode around his cock, watching as he thrusts in a few more times before his hips stutter, a long-drawn moan escaping his lips. your hands rest on his skin as you lean against jeonghan, your pants filling up the room.

"well, that was something", jeonghan breaks the silence, leading you and seungcheol to chuckle.

"told you, you won't regret it", your boyfriend gives you a brief kiss before getting up to discard the condom, while jeonghan slides from behind you to grab the bottle of water from the nightstand, handing it to you with a small smile.

"how you feeling, baby?", seungcheol wraps his arms around you, accepting the bottle from your hand, "you okay?"

"yeah", you look at jeonghan, who is scrolling through his phone, pointedly ignoring the two of you.

"what is it?", seungcheol whispers in your ear.

"cheoli", you whisper back, "he didn't come. look, he's hard".

"i see", he hums contemplatively, "you want him to, baby? i don't mind. you wanna ask him?"

"okay", you murmur.

"hannie", the man in question looks up with a smile, and you feel suddenly shy under his gaze, "want you to feel good too".

"i'm okay, angel", he soothes, "i had fun".

"she means she wants to see you jerk off", seungcheol supplies helpfully, grinning when you whine at his phrasing, "i said i'm fine with it, as long as you are".

"oh", an uncharacteristic blush adorns jeonghan's cheeks, "well. if that's what you want, angel".

seungcheol holds you from behind while moving you to face jeonghan, watching as he takes out his cock and runs his fingers on it slowly, closing his eyes and swearing softly.

he was right, you can't help but think, he's longer.

you look down when you feel strong hands pushing your thighs apart, whimpering when seungcheol runs his fingers lightly up your cunt.

"i know, baby. i know", he whispers when you whine, "let's give jeonghan something to look at, mm? see how much he likes it, mm?"

you clench when you catch jeonghan's reverent expression, his eyes fixed on your cunt while he thrusts his cock into his hand.

"you like how he looks, baby?", your boyfriend coos in your ear, his finger on your clit getting you closer to the edge, "tell him, baby. tell him he looks pretty".

"so pretty", you whine, feeling your third orgasm closing in, unable to look away from jeonghan's cock, "you're so pretty, hannie".

"fuck", jeonghan's hand stutters as he comes, and the visual is enough to set off your own orgasm. one of seungcheol's arms keeps you in place while the other helps you ride out your high, his lips whispering praises in your ear while jeonghan watches with lidded eyes.

"wanna have a taste?", jeonghan asks after both of you have calmed down a little, holding out his cum-covered hand.

"just this once", seungcheol sighs when you look to him.

you take the offered fingers in your mouth and grimace at the bitter taste. you've never been fond of the taste of a semen, but you've gotten somewhat used to your boyfriend's.

"aughhh", you groan, closing your eyes out of exhaustion, "you taste better, cheoli".

a sleepy smile slips on your face when jeonghan's indignant voice exclaims "she has to say that, she's your girlfriend!"

#seventeen smut #svt smut #jeonghan smut #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #s.coups smut #yoon jeonghan smut #choi seungcheol smut

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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Can you please write a funny/smutty JQ with whiskey dick? Like you go out and he drinks too much so he can’t get it up, but the next morning he wakes up and thinks you guys did the deed 👀 and you need to break it to him like, honey no you passed out halfway through taking off my bra and I was trapped under you all night lol

he's such a fucking idiot, i love him (i kept this cute, hope thats ok!) Wordcount: 1.1K ----

The Best

The second you saw him, you knew it was a good thing that you'd remained sober that night. Walking up to the pub Joe was at, his laughs could be heard outside and you were met with loud cheers as Joe and his friends spotted you.

"There she is!" Joe reached both hands for you, even though he was holding a drink. You thought he was going to go in for a hug, but then he dipped down lower and you realised he was going to try to pick you up and lurch you over his shoulder. You planted both feet sturdily into the carpet and used both hands to push into Joe's shoulders to stop him.

"No, no, come here, normal hugs, they're fine," and you wrapped your arms under his, forcing him to straighten and give you a normal, sensible hug. Pulling back, he left an arm slung around your shoulder and you could feel how wobbly he was, legs almost providing no support. He leant into you heavily, and you had to use a lot of strength to push back in order to keep him upright.

Joe was drunk.

"We've been discussing this all night and we need you to confirm," one of Joe's friends started.

"Or deny," another added.

Oh no. You looked at Joe, but it didn't seem like he was even fully aware of the conversation. He just grinned down at you, eyes nearly all the way shut.

"But Joe said,"

You felt your hands get clammy as Joe's friend paused to look at Joe, waiting maybe for Joe to interrupt and save himself from whatever was about to be said. But Joe just kept grinning at you.

"That he is the best... bedpartner you've ever had." You were surprised at how delicately polite they had put it.

Joe huffed a laugh through his nostrils into his drink and bent over slightly, nearly losing balance. You eyed him for a second, understanding the question, but not answering.

"Yea, Joe? Hanging with the lads? Talking about our sex life?" you challenged, unable to hide your own smile, even though you did think it wasn't the coolest thing for Joe to have said. Especially not if it was something that apparently had been the topic of a long discussion. You could just imagine how Joe would've boasted about himself to his friends, and how very clearly they hadn't believed a word of it.

"It's all good bants," Joe frowned and pushed his chin up, making his friends laugh.

You turned to face them.

"I guess I'll find out tonight, won't I?" you joked, knowing full well Joe was way too far gone to even try to think about getting his dick hard. If you didn't pay close attention, you could've mistaken him for being unconsicious right there, right now, in the middle of the pub.

"He's not," "You're definitely not,"

Both friends spoke in unison, making Joe scoff at them, and at you, and from the way Joe kept his eyes closed a little too long with each blink, you knew the smart and sensible thing to do was to take him home.

It was only a short walk to your apartment, and Joe was swaying with every step, using you to stay upright and guide him in the right direction. Half the time he forgot to pick up his feet properly, scraping his shoes against the pavement, something you knew he was going to regret later.

"I am, though, right?" Joe asked when you manouvered Joe to lean against the wall in your hallway before you turned to close the front door behind the two of you, locking it up securely.

"You are, what, baby?" you snuck your hands around his shoulders under his coat in order to take it off. Joe couldn't keep his eyes open and you softly giggled at the state of him. Here in the bright light of your own home, Joe really did look worse for wear, his curls wild and frizzy, eyes half the size they normally were.

"The best," Joe said it like he really believed it himself and flexed his bicep which he then tried to press a kiss onto, but he missed his own mouth, slamming his arm into his chin, making you giggle.

"Sure," you said, your sarcasm going unnoticed as you crouched down to take off his shoes for him.

"Come on," Joe bucked his hips forward, hitting you in the forehead with his crotch. "Jesus, Joe," you frowned, untangling his laces still.

"Come on," Joe did it again, making you lose your balance for a second and nearly falling over which made Joe laugh. He was too horny for his own good, too much alcohol turned him into a teenager.

"Bed," you said sternly, like you were telling off a child, holding your hands firmly on his shoes, making Joe step out of them as he listened to your command. It took some struggling, but after a few tries, Joe stumbled down the hall in his socks, sloppily pulling his T-shirt over his head as he stepped into the bedroom.

You predicted Joe to fall asleep upon the sight of the bed, but when you walked in, he had positioned himself seductively lying on his side, one knee propped up, waiting for you to join him in the bed. He looked ridiculously goofy.

"Are you ready for-" Joe hiccuped. "For the best night of your life?"

You raised your eyebrows questioningly as you undressed. "Of my life, Joey?"

"You haven’t seen half the things I could do to you," Joe couldn't even balance himself lying down, flopping over onto his front, making you laugh. "I'm intrigued," you tried not to think of how awful the next morning would be. Joe's hangovers could really go either way; or he'd be up for a run like he hadn't been having the most difficult time finding the bathroom in his own flat the night before, or he'd quite literally look and smell deceased.

Getting into bed, Joe was on you instantly, his torso heavy on top of yours, his head in crook of your neck, doing his very best to press kisses where you could feel them, but you knew he was getting mouthfuls of your hair from where he'd positioned himself. You just hugged him, and when you let your fingers slowly caress his back, you felt Joe sink into you more. He let out a deep sigh and his weight seemed to double on your frame as you felt his full body relax on top of yours. It took seconds for Joe's breath to even out near your ear, and you knew he'd fallen asleep. You pressed kisses to the side of Joe's head as you whispered "Best night of my life," into his hair and shifted slightly under him to get more comfortable. You treated Joe as you own personal weighted blanket and it didn't take long for you to drift off as well.

#the best #joe quinn #joseph quinn #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn fanfic #joseph quinn fanfic #rpf #request

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stinkysam · 2 years

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Peter Parker - Unlucky days are not so bad

Warning : nsfw, somnophilia, rimming, mentioned fingering, penetration, top!reader

Genre : smut

Synopsis : "Peter (Tom) and his boyfriend are living together and reader wakes up before peter and notices he’s hard." - anon

Reader : male (he/him)

A/N : kinda short and fast paced but I feel like if I made it longer I would've repeated myself too much

Each morning it was the same thing, waking up before your alarm, deactivating it, and going back to sleep until Peter woke you up. Sometimes you'd wake up 30 minutes before and on less lucky days, 1 to 2 hours before.

Today seemed to be on the less lucky side but as you tried to fall back asleep you remembered last night's discussion when you felt something slightly poke your lower back. Peter had admitted -a bit awkwardly- in a spurt of determination that he wouldn't mind if you did more than cuddle while he was still sleeping.

Whether it was a simple morning wood or because he had spent the whole night eager to try, you cautiously turned around and pushed the sheets back a bit as you sat on your knees.

Slowly you placed your hands on his thighs, softly moving toward the timid tent in his pajama pants. Your heart was beating fast in your chest, fearing he would wake up due to his spider senses. But it didn't happen. So you continued, carefully removing his pants.

You caressed the inside of his thighs, kissing his skin, giving light hickeys till you were facing a fully erect dick. You pulled his boxers down. Seeing it sprung free gave you a sense of relief as if you had felt claustrophobic till then.

Your heart hadn't calmed, still fearing he would wake up too soon, but it was such a pretty sight you could feel your own underwear feel too tight.

You gave his dick a few licks and kisses, smiling when you heard him hum and wiggle a little. You gave his balls some attention as well before moving him so he could rest on his side, giving you access to his ass.

With your fingers you gently parted his cheeks open after giving them a light squeeze and dug your tongue between them, licking and pushing against his anus.

While your left hand kept his ass in position you slipped your right one into your pants, stroking your own dick while your mouth was still at work.

When you decided to pull away you noticed how he had been rubbing his cock on the mattress, small beads of precum lightly staining the fitted sheet. You gave it a few teasing caresses before getting rid of your own pants and rushing for a condom and water-based lube.

He looked so cute and handsome, and the little whines he made as he was still thrusting against the bed were absolutely delicious.

Wanting to make sure he was ready you lubed your fingers and slowly massaged their way into his ass. Peter woke up with a low moan shortly after with your dick deep in his ass and one hand slowly jerking him. You watched him blink his confusion away, realizing he wasn't dreaming.

He doesn't know how he didn't cum right then and there but by the Gods, do not stop.

#male reader #m!reader #peter parker #peter parker x male reader #spiderman #spiderman x male reader

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Ichi: Drop it.

Rodan: Aww- did I hit a sore spot? Big strong dragon can't stomach being under a little human?

Ichi whips around at him with a snarl on his maw.

Ichi: The fact that you can and willingly do should embarrass you! King Ghidorah does not bow for anyone- much less puny humans!

Rodan throws up a surrender, having clearly pushed Ichi a little too far on the pegging stuff. The 1/3rd Ghidorah grabs his beer from the table, glares at Godzilla, and storms out.

Rodan: Did- did I actually go a little too far there?

Godzilla: Nah, don't worry. He gets cagey like that whenever his ass gets brought into a discussion.

Vivienne: Jeez, is he seriously that insecure about it? Is getting dommed genuinely a hurtful experience for him?

Godzilla: 'Genuinely hurtful'? No, it's not like that- he lets me do it.

Rodan: Jeez of course he does. Just hates humans.

Godzilla: I've heard- whispers- of him exploring himself with others in the past, once I may have even stumbled upon a house party in Rome at the height of the Empire in which he took 6 different gladiators to bed.

Vivienne: Ok putting aside the Roman Empire bit as my brain is not equipped to unpack that information drop right now; you make it sound like he's- scared of intimacy?

Goji leans over his shoulder to check if Ichi was still gone before looking back at the two.

Godzilla: He once let slip during a- shockingly intimate moment we shared long ago that sex with me felt 'too good for him'. Honestly it kinda floored me a bit, I would've never expected a sentiment like that to come from him. In my- shocked state- I made a bad mistake, laughed it off and joked about it. It was an awful thing to do on my part and I couldn't think of anything else but the dumb male mindset of 'get back at my rival at any cost'. I didn't see him for at least a decade afterwards and he gets all shouty if I ever try to bring it up again. So- yeah, I suspect he may be a little frightened of opening up in that way; and when he tried it with me he didn't get good results.

Rodan: Wow.

Mothra: I knew guys could be assholes but jeez, dude.

Goji: Yes, yes- whatever you have to say is probably not worse than what I've said to myself afterwards.

Vivienne: Y'know, I saw the pegging thing as a way to one-up his assholeiness; but now I kinda just feel bad for him.

Mothra: Tell me you at least apologized.

Godzilla: I've tried. He just laughs it off and makes a joke at my expense. Which, honestly; yeah I deserve that.

Godzilla: ...

Godzilla: Oh, also he has two prostates so, like, anal feels like- double good on him. It's bad, pretty sure it's also mind-numbing as he used to just sorta shut off when I got deep enough and he wasn't used to my size yet. Drooling, whining, moaning mess his first few times under me.

Rodan & Mothra & Vivienne: ...

(holy jesus fucking shit this was supposed to be a shitpost about the Ghidorah pegging thing that somehow spiraled out of control into Ghidzilla anal angst??? hello??? i like this too much to delete it and start again so here do what you will with this)

(Y'know... Ichi may have left... but San and Ni are still there.)

Ni: Why not just set up a flashing neon sign of our collective gaping asshole while you're at it?

Rodan: I do notice you two are still here.

San: 'Cause it's illegal to leave your girlfriend's lap while cuddling!

Ni: And it's been long enough that I've more or less gotten over it. No hard feelings... except when your dick is going up my hole, ya fat-knotted bastard.

Vivienne: Well, I don't expect Ichi to come up goading me into proving you right, Rodan. And I certainly don't see myself getting into bed with Ni or San. Especially San.

Maia: Smart woman.

Ni: And why is that again?

Vivienne: Oh, I don't know, remember the time Ichi NEARLY ATE ME?

Ni: ...yeah, that'll do it. Not me though. Did San tell you that he and I wanted to keep you as a pet?

Vivienne, glaring: He mentioned that, yes.

Ni, waggling eyebrows: I expect one of us to wear a collar if you take me for a ride, little lady.

Mothra: In any case, now we know Ichi has his own hangups about intimacy and we shouldn't hold it against him. We're all mates here, some more than others, give or take, and this should be a time of togetherness. Goji, darling, I expect you to be a gentleman should Ichi approach you for a talk, and do try not to give him any lip.

Goji: I know, I know. Sometimes old habits die hard, but I'll do my best to be sweet.

Shimo: *quietly sits in her spot sipping tea*

#tosho89 #frostbite814 #in the footsteps of shamhat

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batsforbadones · 2 years

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Hi!!! Omg your writing is amazing and I absolutely adore how you write Herbert West so I was wondering if you could write a head canon about how he would react to his girlfriend telling him she’s a virgin? Like would he get mad obsessed over it because he’s got a bit of creepy gremlin brain with his possessiveness. Especially cause it’ll make him feel better and more in control even though like cmon he’s def a virgin too lol that god complex really do be making me feel some type of way 😂

Thank you so much!! ofc i can when a character with a terrible moral compass has a god complex it really does just make them more- yummy?? you get it you get it. Content : Implied Vagina but not -- strict vagina ( the reader bleeds on his dick, but that can also be construed as being anally unprepared, whichever you prefer. )

-You mention it in passing. Maybe a small, alarmed response to something he says. It's such a miniscule moment you don't even think about it for another minute, but Herbert? -Weeks go by and he can't stop recalling the words. He's absolutely taken a back by it, and he just can't grasp why. -Contrary to popular belief, I think Herbert West is the kind of virgin to purchase services and move on with his life, because he definitely wasn't coming about the act organically. He probably found the act of losing his virginity tedious. A small curiosity he wanted to fulfill, and the reverb was dull and uneventful. I think he would've treated the act like a chore. Similarly with relieving himself. The extremes he has to go to to actually become erect from a mental stand point? Not worth the 5 seconds- maybe 6 seconds if his addict muscles are gracious- of orgasm high. -It's unentertaining to him. Not worth the build up- He didn't even remember the woman's name, but the fifteen minutes he spent fingering her to get her wet were very boring for him. -And yet he is absolutely paralyzed when you say those words. Not physically. He continues moving, probably chuckles and shoves some "It doesn’t really matter." kind of comment your way- Degrading, in part. Maybe a little too playful- -But he cannot recall anything else from that day. He didn't remember getting into bed that night, or the apparent discovery you made involving rodent somatic cells- -Virgin. You? You're a virgin. It made sense. It did- -Why was he paling at the thought of taking it? That was his job, right? Job. It wasn't a chore you- weren't a chore. Why was he excited? Why was he mortified? He'd- Well, he'd had sex. He recalled that vividly, but the way you said the word... -Virgin. -There was a lot of weight, there, wasn't there? Was he imagining things? -When he decides to take it, because of course he does (It was his job, he decided.), it’s not a previously discussed topic between the two of you. -Herbert getting ‘excited’ in the lab is common place. It’s a loud shout, you throwing yourself onto him in a bit of a rush, and- -Oop, is that a syringe in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? -It couldn’t’ve been more than two, three days after you made the initial comment, and yet here you were, splayed out before Herbert West on a gurney, and he is ravenous. -He’s not saying much, but he has never fucked like this in his life. Sweat is tumbling down his face, splattering onto your stomach, your calves held between his gloved hands. He can’t keep his eyes off of your sex, wrapping around him. -Theres a little bit of blood pooling at the base of his cock. The remnants wrapping around his dick. -”Do-Doctor West- I-I-!” God you’re going to make him seize. The tears in your eyes, you’re struggling to breathe- Your eyes are rolling back-- -Herbert West ends the night by pulling you off of the medical examination table, and forcing you to stand with the little assistance he can offer. His cum is thick on your thighs, and there’s this weird look on his face. He’s glowing almost... -With pride, that is.

#herbert west x reader #herbert west headcanons #slasher fic #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x you

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kagejima · 2 years

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Pre-school teacher Nanami who loves kids (and teaching them) until he met one of his young students' parents... YOU! <333 that is all (sorry i feel soft and can't think of any horknee thoughts @northofneverland ; u ; /gen)

That's more than fine, bb, I've actually been a little too drained writing smut lately anyways in my WIPs. :( Only so many ways you can write about dicks, ya know?

Fluff though.... :)))

Especially this fluff.... Hmmmmm let's see.

more thoughts under the cut (gender neutral reader)

Teacher!Nanami who is loved by his pre-school students, loved by the faculty, loved by the parents. He's loved by everyone - it's hard to not not. He's always dressed to the nines, he's well-educated, he's so proper and friendly, and he loves his kids and teaching.

Teacher!Nanami who would never tell anybody - but his favorite student is Yuji Itadori. And while sometimes Nanami has to break up fights between him and Nobara (they're usually no bigger than 'NANAMIN, SHE STOLE MY TOY!!'), he loves Yuji to bits.

But Yuji... is not the brightest. It's pre-school, but Yuji seems... distracted a lot, and he wants to help him any way he can and understand him better.

Teacher!Nanami who has to schedule a Parent-Teacher conference with you to discuss Yuji. You're worried when Yuji brings home the letter for you to sign.

You're trying to get Yuji to tell you if he got into a fight that Nanami wants to talk about, but Yuji is eating away at little donut holes, telling you with a full mouth, "No, I jusf gettin fights with shtupid Newbarrrra!"

Teacher!Nanami who you're now dreading to see, thinking it's about Yuji in fights now. A four year old in fights. God, you thought you taught him better than that.

Teacher!Nanami who waits for you to come pick up Yuji and for his meeting with you to begin. Yuji is sitting at one of the small tables, coloring out of the lines on a dinosaur coloring page, his tongue peeking out as he scribbles away on the page with a bright blue marker.

Teacher!Nanami who looks up when he suddenly hears Yuji shout excitedly at you, and turns his head to see you standing in the doorway. Yuji runs over to you and grabs tightly to your leg, hugging you with all his might and acting like you didn't just drop him off this morning.

And Teacher!Nanami who is doing his best to get through the meeting without fucking up his words, but he's doing a terrible job at it. You would've never thought of him as the well-educated and well-versed teacher who won Teacher of the Year award three times now with how much trouble he was having forming sentences, all eloquence gone now.

But how can you blame him when you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen?

#🎶: here comes the queue #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #KISAAAAA this was so cute thank you for sending this in!!#🎤: mrskodzuken is recording vocals #🍞: rae's nanami mondays #rae's nanami monday july 25 2022

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maxer-blaster · 2 years

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When I first watched OFMD, I didn't think about Izzy Hands much.

I got into the show for Ed/Stede. He was an obstacle to that.

To the point where, when he dragged Stede (dressed as Blackbeard) away in ep 4, I thought "quit ruining their fun".

I did find his interactions with Lucius in ep 5 interesting and that's when I started to wonder about just what was UP with this angry little weasel.

But ep 6 I was still all, "there Izzy goes, ruining things again"

Hell, with the mutiny in episode 9, possibly being thrown overboard to drown, I thought " Well, that's what you get".

Even with the choking scene...

Even with the FUCKING TOE SCENE I was thinking

"Play shitty games, win shitty prizes ".

Because I was watching the show for Ed/Stede, and Izzy was "ruining the fun".

I didn't stop to question it, only grumble that he was preventing me as the viewer from getting what I wanted.

And then I saw Izzy meta

And discussions

And yeah, Izzys a dick when he drags Stede away in ep 4, but he's not wrong.

They do need to discuss provisions, plans and weapons.

It might be "interrupting" the dress up games, the flirting, the FUN for Ed and Stede but like...

They're in fucking DANGER.

They need to do SOMETHING.

On ep 5, he is a total PRICK to Lucius. Most of it from a place of internalized homophobia.

But, Lucius and Black Pete probably shouldn't have been FUCKING NEXT TO THE FOOD! It was bagged, sure but contamination could still fucking happen.

They probably SHOULD have been working. In some capacity. And yet, there are 3 crewman hanging out in the kitchen doing NOTHING (well, no work at least) and it's a pretty small crew.

Blackbeard, Stede, Frenchie and Olu are GONE! They are short staffed. It probably should be all hands on deck.

Then in ep 6, again we don't want Stede to die. But look at how Izzy goes about it. He brings up that it was Ed's shitty policy in the first place. That killing Stede was EDS IDEA. ep 4, Izzy was prepared to fucking LEAVE.

Ed's the one who proposed killing Stede, as a way to keep Izzy on board.

And Ed was gonna kill Stede. Was gonna stab him in the back

But, when that didn't happen, Izzy challenged him to a duel.

He could've pulled an Ed and stabbed Stede in the back.

But he threw Stede a sword, laid out the rules and, aside from the face slap, fought fairly.

Sending Calico Jack to get Ed, getting Ed put into his custody, was shitty, sure, but done out of love. Out of protection. His views of survival may be twisted, but by God, Izzy thought it was the only way to care for Ed.

While I still think Ed was in his right to punch Izzy.

While the mutiny makes sense (and I'm not sure it would've been fatal)

The chokeslam?

As the audience it feels like a buildup. Like a punishment a long time coming. But for Ed? Izzy talked shit and Ed LOST IT IN THE MONENT.

And it's nor much worse than many other things Izzy has said.

And my reaction was "you shouldn't have made him mad"

Then he waits, presumably hours, until Izzy is asleep

Until he is vulnerable

Sneaks into his room like a thief in the night

And cuts off his GODDAMN TOE AND FEEDS IT TO HIM!

Makes him bandage the wound

Alone

Get up right after

In the middle of the night

And walk on his freshly mangled ass foot.

And Izzy?

Says yes Sir

Of course Sir

And hops fucking TO IT.

And when I watched that the first time ..

It was NOTHING compared to how I felt when he pushed Lucius off the boat.

Is part of that because we see Izzy alive after and Lucius' survival is "unknown" (we all know), yes.

But another part of it is, Izzys not a nice person

Not a good person

And Lucius is.

Izzy's the "asshole victim"

The obstacle in the rom com.

He's the "bad guy"

So I just didn't feel pulled to any sympathy.

Maybe it's partly because he's a man. If I saw an antagonistic female character have the same thing happen to them? I'd feel DISGUSTED!

Hell I'd probably consider Ed irredeemable after this (not sure what I'd feel if Ed's character was female too)

I also doubt that my first instinct of "well you shouldn't have threatened him then" or "you brought this on yourself" would have happened.

Because look at that victim blame-y shit. Dude had to eat his own fucking toe and my first thoughts/feelings boiled down to "he was asking for it".

And holy hell, that is FUCKED UP!

Not even sure the writers meant for us to react this way

Or for the abuse subtext to be there

But my God, why did I react this way? When this kind of thinking really PISSES ME OFF.

When I would've never guessed I could see someone maimed in their sleep and feel NO sympathy.

And I think it'd behoove us to question why.

Why are our reactions to this show and various characters what they are?

And why wasn't I able to muster up any sympathy until I had other people point out how fucked up it was?

#izzy hands #our flag means death #not to say that we're horrible people #just that #i know im not the only one to react this way #and why did we #does it say something about the show?#or something about us as viewers #or both #and were we intended to feel this way?

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every so often I remember recycle rex and become angry.

For the uninformed, Recycle Rex was a short film released in 1993 by Disney in order to teach kids the beauty of recycling. Seems benign right? NO. I hate this movie. It somehow crams hours of displeasure into 12 minutes. I am going to be complaining for a while. Link to a video where you can watch it

Let's start with the opening credits (yes seriously). The very first title card is just a mess, like they had all this space and only have 5 fucking words. And why is the 'and' so far away from the CDoC name? Why even have the two sponsoring companies on different title cards? If you had just didn't have the 'and' taking up 12 miles of space, you could just conense them into one slide! How hard is this guys?! You fucked up the first thing the audience sees besides the huge Disney Logo! come on man.

Anyway we see the titular Rex and while I could make fun of the character designs, it did come out in 1993 so I will spare them. Actually, this paragraph will be dedicated to things I either like or will not be criticizing. The Voice Acting is whatever, I won't be covering. The music is all around okay (with one MAJOR exception). There is 1 "enjoyable" (read: not annoying) character. That's it, I'll be complaining about most other things.

Let's start with the opening montage of people throwing away "recyclable goods." At least that's what I assume was happening, I have no idea what the pink nightmare face was. This is alright, showing how our characters start the movie and how they don't recycle like they should yet. My only problem is that all the backgrounds are just white, they aren't anywhere interesting. They exist in a void, devoid of recycling. It just weirds me out, I feel like they could have done literally anything for a background and they would've been fine.

This is also where we get introduced to our cast of main characters. Rex is bland because of course he is. The pink one is the girl. The Red one is a nerd, while not even being too smart. He just carries a book around and acts like having the thing makes him smart. I want to beat the arelle pteranadon with a bat covered with knives. The other two are background extras.

Then two twins walk up to them. I said I wouldn't criticize the voice actors, and that is as much I will say about these twins. Actually I changed my mind. The rest of the cast are just dicks to them for no reason and I feel bad for them. Well, with their voices not really. They also have no bearing on the plot and any one of the main cast could be lowered down to their position and I don't think anything would be lost.

Then a big guy comes and starts dumping trash because there's no where else for it to go. The characters have repeatedly called this wide green texture beautiful, and sure I guess it kinda looks like grass. The kids try to stop him and he can't. I'd ridicule the plot but it's for 9 year olds. I actually kind of like the next moment, girl says they'll take the trash back to the idiots who threw it out, and she picks up the thing she threw out in that montage earlier. Actually kind of good storytelling, and the extent of my praise for this... thing.

Then nerd character nerds nerdily (he checks his book). The book is actually useless, so maybe he is actually smart. Green guy reuses the shit they threw out and makes, something. Props to the guy I guess. Nerd speaks faux french because that means intelligence. Sure whatever, I don't care about him enough to keep thinking about him.

The next bit is a criticism of capitalism, so points there. Disney has fallen since making this, as low as it already is. Basically just the kids discussing how to not produce so much trash. Arelle Pteranadon realises that she should REDUCE the amount of And, we get our first lesson. Girl says she'll buy a refill for her shampoo so she doesn't have to buy a new bottle! She then says she'll REUSE it instead of throwing it away. Wow, 2 of the 3 R's! The movie actually performs it's job! And they're worked in naturally instead of being plopped into the story without regard! I hope the trend continues for the last R!

Cut to the twins doing something. Then a sunflower lectures them on how there's only so much left in the world and we need to stop using it. Understandably placed, inoffensively delivered, let's move on. The sunflower is pretty cool though, he calls himself a precious resource which is the funniest thing in this.

Cut back to Rex moping about not being able to do anything to help. The others come back and discuss what they learned. Then they start arguing because Conflict. Then Rex starts dicking around with his bottle and sees the recycle symbol, then just happens to see a recycling sign. Randomly. Without it being visible in any previous shot. Out of nowhere. Because why continue to reveal the R's slowly, the main character just finds one. Also immediately after finding the sign and learning what Recycling is, Rex says that he always knew throwing trash away was bad, which like, bro... why'd you act so surprised at the begin- whatever. I have more important things to complain about.

And then, IT starts. The musical number. I. HATE. This motherfucking crime that Disney commited. Disney took, one of the greatest mediums of storytelling and threw it away, in the story about recycling. They did not even try. I hate this song. It's big band in that it has horns, but all the horns do is play unisons. You have, ALL OF THESE BEAUTIFUL INSTRUMENTS, and YOU HAVE THEM PLAY ONLY IN UNISONS. It's also so generic, like come on guys. This instrumentation is so unengaging. The main melody (when Rex sings Recycle, Reduce, Reuse) is annoying, it's just a whole step repeated twice. The bass line is the only thing that sounds like any thought was put into it.

The lyrics to this song infuriate me on a deep level. So we all know the 3 R's Reduce, Reuse, Recycle. SO WHY THE FUCK DOES REX SAY RECYCLE, REDUCE REUSE!?!?!? COME ON MAN. The whole point of the 3 R's are to give you the most important R first, REDUCE. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO REDUCE YOUR INTAKE BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE. You recue your plastic intake, reuse any plastic you do use, and then recycle it at the end of it's lifespan. These bastards at disney took this perfectly designed mantra and tossed it to the curb. There's also the shitty rap that has no sense of flow, the entire song suffers from a lack of metrical knowledge. I just hate this song on a fundamental level.

The Lyrics don't even do anything interesting, they just repeat ad nauseum to "Recycle, Reduce, Reuse, and close the loop." Like that's it, there's a couple verses where Rex sings about recycling in general but it isn't engaging, useful, or anything. It's just 2 minutes and 23 seconds of bashing you over the head with the least interesting way of communicating recycling to you.

Like come on, you even integrated the 3 R's in the right order, Reduce is first when that fucking pteranadon opens a treat with a lot of packaging, Reuse comes when Girl realises her bottle is refillable, and Rex just finds the Recycle Sign. The structure of the short film does a good job at introducing the 3 R's in their order of importance, but the song they wrote just throws it all out the window. This song annoys me on so many levels, and is the inspiration of this entire essay.

The sunflower shows up again, that's fun :)

This film has haunted me since I first saw it. The first title card drove me nuts and I was so annoyed by it. Then the rest of the film just kind of happens and it's whatever, I wasn't expecting much from this film for 9 year olds, but that song. That song destroys any goodwill I had for this film. The film would be forgettable nonsense for me if not for that damn song. That damn song reminds me of the film, so I go back and hate watch it every few months or so. It lives rent free in my head and I need to contend with the fact that I will be lying on my deathbed and there is a good chance that my final thoughts will be remembering this.

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loverboyromanroy · 2 years

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i'm confused about something though, like, he talked about sending "pictures" (plural) does that mean he's been sending her pictures since the beginning of this season? but she didn't mention them when she talked to him about "boundaries" in 3x04. did he start after? in that episode he also said "what i can't masturbate in a time and place of my choosing?" so were they still having phone sex? + sending pictures? so many questions i'm a bit lost

okay...so...here's my take!

tldr: everything's open for interpretation, but i think there's a case to be made that they've been having sexual encounters (phone calls and/or sexting) all season, but given time and story restraints, it's not been a priority in regards to showing it on screen. my case is made under the cut lol

on 3x04/boundaries: i got into it a little in this post, but i do think the takeaway we're supposed to get from 3x04 is that they are still engaging in some sort of sexual activity (most likely the phone call thing). my line of thinking with that dialogue specifically is that when gerri brings up boundaries, she's talking about roman getting too comfortable in her office (his fucking shoes off) which could give an outsider looking in the perception that perhaps they are getting too friendly. it's why she's looking around, out the door, etc. when he turns it on her to say "i can't masturbate at a time and place of my own choosing?", to me that reads as him throwing it back at her as like...nobody knows what we're doing! nobody is seeing us have these conversations! if i masturbate at home and you just happen to be on the phone, who cares! the implication, to me, being that it is still actively happening, just outside of office hours (as it always has). to me he's partially making light of her trying to set boundaries while also saying 'i understand there are boundaries, i'm not doing anything wrong, you're just being overly cautious, nothing's gonna happen, we won't get caught'...lol.

if they were not engaging in any sort of sexual thing this season, i think at some point there would've been a nail-in-the-coffin type end to that part of their relationship. i don't see the conversation in the hotel room in 3x01 as a conclusion, more of a bridge between seasons, and i also think her introducing the idea of her dating in 3x04 isn't an ending, it's more of a signal of like...this thing we have is not something that lives in the daylight where everyone can see. i'm going to date because i'm a woman with a public image to maintain and needs that this sideways relationship doesn't meet. if they were telling us this isn't happening any more, i feel like it would've been less a discussion about boundaries and more of like...a conclusion?

i also think when you consider their sexual trysts in 2x04 and 2x05 (can you believe they're that far back 💀), they happen when gerri is Off The Clock. i think something that's vitally important to her as a character, which is echoed in the 3x01 hotel convo, is that when she's at work, she's at work. if they're dealing with business, she's not gonna engage in "the mess" (if she's at home alone lounging having a drink, well, that's a different story). her being catapulted to interim ceo in season 3 kind of forced the show to operate in a place where we only get to see gerri on the clock, which i think leaves a lot of that after hours up to our own interpretation...my interpretation just happens to be that they were definitely getting into it lol

on 3x08 and plural items/pictures: the other reason i think things have been going on in the background all season is because when they have this convo at the top of 3x08, it is like...day one in italy. gerri isn't saying 'oh you've been sending dick pics this whole trip and it needs to stop', she's saying 'look, i know we've had this line of communication open where i was allowing you to send me these things, but that has to be buttoned up now'. she knows that he's stressed out about the deal, she most likely knows/can sense that he's stressed out about his mom, and i think she believes that if he's trying to engage with her sexually while they are in italy, while the lines between work and personal are blurred, something bad is gonna come of it (and whaddya know, she was right lmao)...also she's got a mans in her room! it's not exactly an ideal time to get risky!

also also...in considering the actual dick pic moment, doesn't the way they set up that scene seem like it's giving us a model for exchanges they could've had in the past? almost like the writers didn't have time to lay the groundwork throughout the season so they're giving us an example of what's been going on all this time? something about the way he views her text message to him as a green light (or maybe even an amends because she left him out to dry going into the meeting and they seem to have a shorthand about taking these minor steps to make things up to each other) and then responds with that sort of sexual proposition..idk the whole thing gave me the vibe that they've been operating on this other level all season long but because there's been so much else to cover, they just haven't put it at the forefront of the show.

on how long do we think they've been sexting: honestly...wouldn't 3x06 have been an interesting place for that to have gotten started...they're out of town, they're handpicking the president, roman's over stimulated and there's distance between them in the work-sense...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i do think it's maybe something that developed from a place of them both being incredibly busy, so maybe it's something that just sort of came out of necessity when thinking about lack of time and the quick rush of important things coming all at once (dealing with kendall, shareholder meeting, etc etc)

#roman x gerri #roman roy #gerri kellman #anyway i've been away a lot the last two days for work stuff so now that i'm back...i'm back to pulling every little thing apart 😈#i rewatched a couple of these major scenes (in 3x04 and 3x08) while writing this response and i'm just like...god he loves her 🙃#succession spoilers #succession chatter #back to gifs i think...#answered #anonymous

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hi there! i rlly love how you write our volleyboys 😭🥺 i genuinely think you capture their character rlly well!!💗💗 may i request hcs or anything you feel for fem!y/n with suga, tsukki, daichi and asahi for a reader who doesn’t want kids? how they’d react and stuff like that. i’ve gotten really negative comments and i’ve always felt pressured in finding or having a partner and growing together bc of this making one of my deepest fears my s/o leaving me bc i don’t want children 🥲 thank you so much!💗 never stop creating i love what you do

pairing: timeskip!/aged up!tsukishima kei, daichi sawamura, asahi azumane, & sugawara kōshi, all with a Fem!Reader

warnings: talks about not wanting kids, anxious reader mostly in Suga’s but they all end fluffy promise!!!!!!

a/n: first of all, there is nothing wrong with you for not wanting to have kids. whoever tells you otherwise can suck my diCK because you are worth so much more than what your uterus can do for you. second omg i love this idea and was legit thinking about doing something like this so thank you so much for requesting! i had a marvel request like this once and really liked to explore this idea with characters i love! i hope you enjoy and i hope if you ever feel like you need to reach out to someone, you'll slide into my dms haha <3 you are wonderful my dear! and thank you so much for all the love!!!! also i’m so sorry for the ppl who sent in requests before this one LOL i just saw it and HAD to write it. i try to write all my fics in the order the requests come in but someone you just get the vibe!!!

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Tsukishima knew coming to this stupid party would've been a bad idea. He hated company gatherings but as a member of the Sendai City Museum, it was company policy that he come with. The only upside was that he didn't have to be alone. Even in this uncomfortable formal attire, as long as he was allowed to have you by his side, he didn't feel out of place.

"Aren't you two just the most perfect looking couple," an older lady crooned, smiling as she sat nearby the two of you. You both had grown tired of talking to sponsors and donors all night, most of them them inquiring about Tsukishima's work or about what you do professionally.

"All small talk, nothing of sustenance", Tsukishima had mumbled to you as he took a sip of the champagne in his hand. He had led you to one of the tables, letting you sit and rest or your feet while he stood behind you, gently tracing his fingers along your shoulders.

"Thank you, ma'am," you smiled at the lady, squeezing Tsukishima's hand with your own, giving him a smile as well.

"No ring?" She asked, curiously peeking at your finger. "Well you two are still young. Plenty of time to get married and have children." The lady's polite smile turned to her husband, as if talking to him about you two rather than actually discussing with you.

You felt Tsukishima freeze a little behind you, his fingers tensing against yours as he tried to hold back a scowl. He hated people who had no sense of keeping their nose out of other people's business.

You thought about how a ring would feel on your finger, glancing over your hand for a moment, though that was about all you thought about. Although you and Kei had never talked about it, you had never considered what life would be like with kids. It wasn't like you hated them or anything but you appreciated your life without them, getting to spend time with just you and Kei, and maybe a pet or two.

The lady must've seen you both shift your gaze's elsewhere, both of you trying to use it as a way to avoid the conversation. But rather than taking it as a out to drop the topic, she just pushed some more, "You are having children aren't you?"

Tsukishima tried to look over this lady and her dozing off husband that sat beside her. They didn't look too familiar, and although their dressings seemed fancier than necessary, he couldn't tell if they actually had money or if they were just playing a part. He would never want to compromise his position at the museum due to being rude to an important donor, but he also didn't want you to feel uncomfortable at an event that he invited you to. But... could he say anything? Was it his place?

"I believe that's up to my partner here," he finally spoke out, giving the lady a polite smile. "I have to admit, I enjoy our time together and I hope to propose to her when she's ready - if she'll have me of course," Tsukishima's voice turned playful as he squeezed your shoulder again, bringing your gaze to his and giving you a gentle wink.

"Well what's the point of being together if not for children," the lady huffed, shaking her head. "You young people nowadays, so selfish to not want to bring the best joy in the world and wanting to keep everything for yourself."

"Perhaps more people just want to live with their significant others," you suggested gently, leaning into Tsukishima's hand more. "Besides, wouldn't it be more important that every child have the best life that a parent could offer? Wouldn't it be important for those parents to actually want a child to make sure they can offer the best?" You asked, your voice still staying polite though you avoided her eyes. You knew if you kept looking at her, she might just get offended by your glare.

"You would want children, wouldn't you, young man?" She asked looking up at your boyfriend. "To carry on your name?"

You didn't want to look up at him, wondering if he was just putting on this front to make sure you weren't uncomfortable or if he actually didn't want kids. Would this turn into a conversation for later tonight? Would the two of you go home after this party and fight over what your futures look like?

"I think," Tsukishima started, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your forehead, "it's all her decision. Though many factors play into it, I'm not sure we would care about what the older generation thinks of our life. But thank you for your opinion."

The lady's jaw dropped just slightly as Tsukishima helped you up from the table, whisking you off with some excuse of, "Let's go look at the art some more, my dear."

You could still hear the lady spluttering about to her husband about how rude and selfish kids were these days but you couldn't help but laugh at how passive aggressive Tsukishima's polite tone was.

"You really struck a nerve with her, Kei," you laughed as he snickered, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Where would you like to go?" You asked, glancing around the museum halls.

"Anywhere, as long as we're far away from that hag," he chuckled, tugging you towards an emptier area. You laughed and insisted he be nicer, smiling as you looked around the room.

Maybe the conversation could just be forgotten, maybe you two could just live your lives without every considering it. But you were dating Tsukishima Kei after all, and he liked nothing more than answers to questions.

"I don't mind you know," he spoke up after a while, clearing his throat as the two of you looked at some animal display. "I don't think we have enough energy for kids."

You tore your eyes away from the display to look at him, only to find his eyes already on you. There was a gentle sincerity in his eyes, a honesty in his tone.

"Do you mean it?" You asked softly, just to be sure.

Tsukishima smiled and rolled his eyes playfully, flicking you in the head, "Of course, idiot. Why would I want some kid to take you away from me? Besides, we can just still Akiteru's kids every once and a while, spoli them rotten, and then give them back and not deal with any of the tantrums or diapers or crying," he grinned. The playful look on his face slowly settled as he looked at you, taking your chin in his hand gently, "If you'd like one, we can talk about it. But I'm in this relationship to be with you, Y/N, not anyone else. I like having you all to myself. We can grow old together and just be... us."

You didn't even realize tears were building in your eyes until once of them escaped and Tsukishima's thumb brushed it away, "Oi, don't cry on me, dummy," he scolded gently. "Don't you know I love you? Not your child-birthing ability?"

You wanted to thank him, wanted to tell him how much you appreciated him for making all of your insecurities disappear, but how could you even put that into words? He quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him in a swift hug, gently patting your head as if saying it's okay. I love you too.

Daichi watched as the kids ran and scream across the playground, smiling to himself at the picture perfect moment. It was just early spring and people were starting to come outside more, colours were starting to bloom from flowers and trees.

And then there was you. The most beautiful girl he had ever had the privilege of knowing, calling to him and waving from up the road.

"Hey there, beautiful," Daichi smiled, pulling you into a hug and twirling you around as he greeted you. "Did you have a good day at work?"

You nodded with a smile, waving to the other teachers who were leaving the building. "Multiplication day," you explained to him with a laugh. "They're getting the hang of it slowly but the class is bright so I'm not worried."

"Not to mention they have the smartest teacher," he teased, interlacing your fingers as the two of you started to walk home together. Daichi always walked you home from work, every since the two of you got married last year. Any chance he could get, he would bring you home and the two of you would make dinner together.

It was a simple life but it was the best thing he could ask for. Tonight though was the day that Asahi and Sugawara were coming by for a visit, probably bringing some alcohol with them so the four of them could all reminisce and catch up in a proper manner.

You were ecstatic to find Asahi and Sugawara waiting for you two by the time you got home, eagerly hugging them both and small talk exchanged from all four of you. "You're early," Daichi complained a little. "We haven't even had time to make something to eat."

"Well we figured we could help!" Sugawara grinned. "Couldn't make you and Y/N do all the prep work."

"I don't mind," you laughed, ruffling up both of their hairs. "It feels like forever since I've seen you two!"

Suga and you exchanged some stories about your teacher lives while Asahi and Daichi started on the prep work for dinner, talking about some of the old Karasuno teammembers they had seen recently.

"This kitchen is so small," Sugawara complained as he bumped into Daichi for the fifth time while trying to wash the dishes that were no longer needed. "You two need a bigger space if you guys are going to start a family," he scolded playfully.

"Well I don't think any family of ours is going to be as big as you two," Daichi countered, swatting Suga in the head with a towel. "You're both massive. No kids of ours are going to be this big until at least they're 18, and by then, Y/N and I will probably have moved."

Asahi noticed first the way you froze, cutting up vegetables on the the nearby dining room table. You swallowed slowly as you continued chopping, hoping the conversation would move on.

"You say that, but kids are growing faster nowadays! Ask Y/N! My students are young but they're all probably going to be taller than me before they know it," Suga whined, pouting to himself over a lack of growth spurt.

"Hey Daichi, how's your work going?" Asahi asked quickly, hoping to spare you the embarrassment as he noted the way you avoided their eyes.

"It's alright. Speaking of kids though, one of my coworkers just had one!" Daichi exclaimed ecstatically. "Man, it sounds like such a rough time. I'll be a good husband though, Y/N, take care of you and everything, I-"

Daichi's eyes had moved to you, noting the way you were turned away from them. As much as he tried, you were refusing to look at him and you only ever really did that when you were upset. He shuffled in the kitchen with the boys, excusing himself to your side and gently touching your shoulder, "Y/N? Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" he asked, glancning over the knife and cutting board quickly to see if there was any blood.

"I'm okay, don't worry," you stated quietly, gathering all the veggies in the nearby bowl.

"Wanna talk later?" He whispered softly, gently touching your head.

You swallowed and closed your eyes, trying to gather up the courage. Maybe Suga and Asahi would act as a buffer almost? If Daichi got mad at what you had to say, maybe he wouldn't be so angry with his friends around?

"I don't want kids."

Your voice was clear, sent through the awkward tension that hung in the air. Asahi and Suga shared a glance, ducking their heads down as they continued to make dinner.

"W-What?" Daichi frowned a little, kneeling down a little next to you so he could see your eyes. He frowned even more seeing the small tears building and hearing the way you were sniffling. "I... I thought you loved kids. I though that's why you wanted to be a teacher?"

"I do love kids. I never said I didn't. I just... don't want any," you tried to explain, sighing a little. You dried your hands on a nearby towel, blinking away the tears that were fast approaching. "I should've told you before, I-I'm sorry."

Daichi tried to think back to all the times the two of you had talked about a family... had there really been no discussing? He vaguely remembered one time that you had asked him how he felt about just it being the two of you... but he had always thought you were joking.

"Like... you don't want kids now or like... not ever?" Daichi asked softly, brushing the hair from your face. "It's okay, sweetheart, please talk to me."

That was one thing you loved about Daichi. No matter who was around, he always seemed so concerned about making you happy. It didn't matter if you two were arguing in a supermarket, he would do anything to make you smile again. You finally met his eyes, seeing the concern in them, wondering if there was also pity in them, like he pitied you for not wanting what people thought was the greatest joy.

"I see how the parents of my students are, Daichi," you whispered softly. "They're... They're not always happy. Some of them are, but... some used to be so much happier without kids. And I've never really wanted my own. I love kids and I love being with them but I don't want my whole life to be about coming home and taking care of them. I thought... I thought you and I would just be good being... you and I."

Daichi's mind raced to think of everything he wanted in life. He had always thought a successful future was one where he had a good job and a family to come home to. But... what was a family really? He glanced back at the boys who were clearly trying not to eavesdrop but Suga and Asahi both looked at him and gave him a small thumbs up.

Could this... could this be a family? Daichi knew he had to respond to you quick, he didn't want to just leave you hanging in your sadness. But could he be happy with just you and his friends?

"I'm sorry, Daichi," you mumbled nervously. "I-I understand if this is a deal breaker. I thought... I should've brought this up before we got married."

Daichi was quick to take your hand, shaking his head, "Y/N, I married you because I wanted to be with you... I can't deny that I've always wanted kids but... it's not like I'm giving birth to them right?" He laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood. "If you don't want kids, we won't have any. I'll just have to come visit your students every once and a while," he teased gently, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Listen to me, Y/N, my future is with you. I used to think that a good life would mean a good job and a good family. But what kind of family would it be if I didn't have you? I'd rather have you and just be able to grow old together, than have 10 kids with someone I couldn't love as much as you," he told you softly, pressing his forehead to yours. "Please don't cry, darling, I promise it's okay. We'll get lots of pets alright?"

You laughed a little at this, nodding slowly. You watched his eyes, smiling sightly at how genuinely happy he was expressing how much he wanted to be with you. This was the Daichi you loved, the man that you stood up with in front of friends and family and said I do with.

"Besides, who needs kids when I've got those two in the kitchen?" Daichi laughed, helping you up from your chair and giving you a tight squeeze.

"Did you just call us children?" Suga yelped in defiance.

"Well I'm pretty sure Asahi just burned his hand on the stove so ya, you're both practically children," Daichi teased, Asahi starting to insist it wasn't his fault and that it really wasn't a bad burn.

You laughed and moved to go help him, finding a bandage for him in the cupboard after he had soaked it in some cold water.

Daichi watched as you interacted with his two best friends, smiling to himself as he pushed away all his worries. Maybe it wasn't the kids he wanted, maybe it was just the perfect people to be around. And this house filled with his best friends and the most wonderful wife he could ever have, were as perfect as he could ever hope for. And he wouldn't change that for any number of kids.

Asahi hadn’t ever really considered the idea of having kids. People always joked with him about it, especially Noya (”How are you ever going to be a good husband and father if you can’t man up, Asahi??”). Sure, he loved the idea of having a kid but he wasn’t really sure either of you were the parenting type.

He had specifically avoided the question all these years of you two dating, scared that you wanting a family and him being unsure would be a deal breaker for you. If you really wanted kids, he would go along with it, but honestly, Asahi loved you. And all he ever really needed was you.

It wasn’t until your parents brought it up during dinner one evening that the two of you were forced with the idea of having kids. You had been telling your parents about hoping for a promotion at work after your last project had gone so well, a huge smile on your face that suddenly froze as your mom spoke up.

“That’s good dear, but won’t they be worried about you going on maternity leave?”

Asahi practically choked on his tea, trying to remain somewhat composed as he spun his eyes over to you. Had you been pregnant this whole time and he hadn’t know? What kind of boyfriend was he for not knowing? Should he start seriously considering rings now? He had always looked but he thought you two had more time-

“Ma, don’t scared Asahi like that,” you responded quickly, waving your hands in the air towards him. “I’m not pregnant. And I’m not going on maternity leave.”

“Sure, not now. But soon right? You two are going to get married and have kids and live closeby for us to see our grandchildren,” your mom smiled, touching your dad’s hand gently.

“K-Kids,” you mumbled, glancing over at your boyfriend. Asahi was always pretty nervous around your parents, mostly because he didn’t ever want your loved ones to hate him. But this was worse. Asahi was practically a ghost, his face white as fresh snow in the wintertime. “I dunno if we’ll have kids, ma.”

Your mom hesitated and looked over at Asahi, as if expecting him to jump in and say we’ll talk about having kids later, or we’re not having kids yet but maybe in the future. But Asahi was just looking at you in surprise, unsure of what he should say.

“Come now, Y/N, you don’t want to deprive Asahi of having children. I’m sure he wants to have kids, don’t you?” Your mom asked, trying to get some sort of an answer from your boyfriend.

“H-Honestly, I’m just happy with Y/N,” Asahi admitted after a while, clearing his throat and staring at the food on his plate. “I never really considered having a big family, and honestly living and growing old with Y/N sounds just fine to me. So if you don’t want to have kids, we won’t,” he said slowly, looking over at you for his last few words.

You couldn’t deny how happy you were, seeing how honest he was and how firm his voice was in his opinion (though his eyes looked like they might cry soon).

The two of you walked home in silence that night. Your parents didn’t live far from the apartment the two of you shared, so most nights after dinner with your parents, you would link arms and stargaze together.

But tonight was different. Neither one of you were sure if it should be brought up again, if everything that was said at the dinner table was actually honest and 100% true, or if anything else needed to be said.

“Asahi-”

“Y/N-”

You both turned to look at each other, laughing as you both interrupted one another, “You first,” he smiled, rubbing the back of his neck as the two of you paused on the sidewalk.

“If.... If you did want kids in the future... I think maybe some other girl might be better for you,” you admitted softly, shifting in your stance nervously. You loved Asahi so much, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for him. But if his happiness was with someone else... how could you stand in the way?

“N-no!” Asahi yelped out, shaking his head. “I was... I was going to tell you that if you wanted to have kids... it’s okay if you wanted to see other people,” he explained with a laugh. “I know having a family is important to some people but... you’re the only family I really need,” he smiled at you, taking your hand gently in his.

“You promise?” You asked with wide eyes, looking up at him like he was the whole world standing here in front of you because he was your whole world.

“Of course,” Asahi grinned tugging on your wrist to pull you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around you. “Besides, we’ve got to get married and spend all our money on ourselves. Who has time for kids?” He chuckled, spinning you around as the evening turned darker, the two of you giggling about random other topics as if this hadn’t been the most anxiety-provoking conversation the two of you had had in a while.

Asahi went to bed that night a few minutes after you, watching as you laid there next to him. He wanted nothing more than to watch you grow in your career, find the happiest parts of every day, and model all of his designs for him, for the rest of his life. He didn’t need anything else but you, and he had been sure of that since the first day he met you.

Sugawara hated Mondays, just like everyone else in the working world. Mondays seemed like the worst day for his classroom - they were always tired from the weekend which often meant some of them were grumpy or more active than usual. He always felt like he came home on Mondays more tired than other day - he would drag his feet home and plop onto the couch and wait for you to arrive from work with some takeout because you knew cooking on a Monday was a no.

You came home that day with a laugh in your voice, waving to someone from the door before closing ti behind you and smiling at your loving husband sprawled across the couch.

“Rough Monday?” You teased, because you knew the answer was always ‘yes’. Suga gave a groan as he pried himself from the cushions to help you set the dinner table, glancing out the window as he passed.

“Who were you talking to, love?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Mm, our neighbour,” you smiled, your arms draped around his neck loosely. “She needed some help unloading the car cause she’s got that newborn. So I just helped her pack up her stroller and all.”

“Well isn’t my wife just the sweetest human being ever?” Sugawara beamed, peppering kisses to your face. “That must be tough though, can’t imagine it’s easy lugging around a stroller and trying to manage everything at home.

“Mm that’s for sure,” you agreed, turning back to the delicious smelling food that was ready to be eaten. “Got some of your favourite too!” You told him as you unpacked everything.

Suga’s mouth was already salivating as he thought about it, the two of you digging into the food in no time. Through mouthfuls of his dinner, he told you stories of his students, some good and some bad, some making you laugh and others making you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

“Kids are awful at this age sometimes,” he sighed, shaking his head. “But they’re a bright bunch... though I guess that makes it ever worse. If they weren’t so bright, I wouldn’t worry about them causing trouble as much.”

“They’re lucky to have a teacher who’s so eager to dote on them,” you smiled, drinking some water to clear your palette. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Teach?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded, “I don’t think I have the patience for one kid, let alone twenty.”

Maybe that should’ve been his first clue. Suga had brushed this comment off with a laugh, the two of you slowly cleaning up dinner when the plates were cleared and migrating to the couch where you could cuddle and watch some silly tv.

Suga perked up slightly as the night went on, hearing the faint sound of a baby crying through the walls, “Poor thing.”

“Ya, that poor mom. I think her husband works late too,” you sighed, leaning into his shoulder more.

“That’s the lucky thing, I guess. I just work school hours and I can do markings at home so you wouldn’t ever have to worry about me being late,” Suga smiled to himself, pressing a kiss to your head.

You didn’t answer right away, which maybe should’ve been his second clue. You sat up slowly, looking up at him with a somewhat confused look on your face, “What do you mean?”

Sugawara tilted his head at how puzzled you seemed, “I just mean you wouldn’t have to deal with a baby on your own. I’d be there to help obviously, and I’d be doing as much as I could to help the baby.”

“Baby?” You repeated slowly, shifting so you were properly facing him on the couch. “Kōshi, I thought we talked about this. I don’t want kids.”

The last words to leave your lips felt like a baseball bat to his stomach. A sinking, wanting-to-throw-up kind of feeling washed over Sugawara as he watched the seriousness in your expression, “When did we talk about that?” He asked with a frown, his shoulders falling slightly.

“Before we got married. I told you I wanted to focus on my career. I’ve never been... I’ve never wanted kids, Kōshi. And you said you were okay with that,” you were watching him so closely, a determination in your own eyes that made Suga shudder in surprise. You were so serious about this... had this really been what the two of you talked about all those years ago?

“I... I thought you meant for a while. I thought you meant you wanted to focus. on your career and then have kids later,” Suga admitted, his eyes falling to his hands on his lap. “I’m sorry, I must’ve misunderstood.”

The two of you fell silently after that, the sound of the baby crying and whimpering still seeping through the walls to add to the tension in the room. You swallowed hard as you watched Suga internalize this, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

You couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario. You had to, you had to be ready for the absolute worst. If Suga decided that this was a dealbreaker for him... you two could get divorced. It wasn’t the easiest thing to explain to your family but at least you would be able to still get by on your own. The apartment was in both of your names so at least you could split that and maybe you could find a little one bedroom apartment somewhere. You could start over.

It didn’t matter how easy it was to think of how your life would be without him. All the logistics were fine... but when you thought about a life without this man that you loved so dearly... your heart was breaking inside of you.

You felt your body hiccup before you even realized that tears were streaking down your face. Your whole body was getting ready for Suga to get up and leave, tell you he needed to think about this before just breaking things off with you tomorrow morning. Your hands were shaking in your lap, wondering if he would do it now, just rip the bandaid off - what would you do if he did? Where would you go?

Suga’s hand against yours shocked you from your spiralling thoughts, surprised to find him sitting closer to you and his eyes locked on yours in concern, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked you with a furrow in his brow.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered to him quietly. “I... I just don’t want them. I wouldn’t be happy. But I love you so much, Kōshi, and I don’t want you to leave-”

“Leave? Who said anything about leaving?” Suga shook his head, cupping your face in his hands. “I love you, Y/N. Having kids or not having kids doesn’t change any of that. if you say you don’t want kids ever... that’s okay. I guess I just hadn’t thought about what happens if we don’t have kids.” He admitted, brushing away your tears. “But I’m happy as long as I have you, I promise alright? Please don’t cry darling.”

You wanted to stop crying but his words just pulled more tears from your eyes and he tugged you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he insisted, “I love you, baby. Not some unborn kid that doesn’t even exist in your future plan. I love you. I’m sorry I misunderstood what you meant before, I should’ve clarified earlier.”

The two of you sat there for a while, just holding onto each other. You had to talk yourself down from the anxious ledge you had propped yourself on, taking a few breaths to relax and tell yourself that Suga wasn’t leaving you.

“You promise you’re okay with it, Kōshi? I don’t want you to wake up one day and regret it,” you whispered to him as hours passed and the two of you were still sat there.

“I promise, my love,” he smiled, tilting your chin up so you could see him. “If something makes you unhappy, I don’t want to be anywhere near it. All I could possibly love and need, is you.”

You nodded slowly, clinging to him a little more as if worried he might disappear if you didn’t. Sugawara watched as you slowly drifted to sleep, feeling comforted just by holding you close. He watched you just for a moment before bringing you up to your bed and tucking himself in next to you. You were lying beside him, just like ever other night, and you loved him. And that was more enough for him.

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Pardon my English. I think it's important to discuss certain topics in shows, like the situation between Karen and Billy. Billy took advantage of it to get info and maybe boost his ego. Karen was going through a bit of a demotivated phase due to her dissatisfaction with her marriage. It can happen that an older lady develops a crush on a teenager. In the 2nd season it was handled a little more seriously. What annoys me is that instead of delving further into this with a more serious tone, where maybe Karen is acknowledging the mistake etc, they play it for laughs. Karen now comes across as sloppy and her character has been messed up. I mean, wtf, a bunch of older ladies who go to the pool specifically to stare at a teen? It still upsets me how poorly these characters and their development were written. Believe me, Season 3 would have been more competently written by fanfiction writers than the Duffers. The fans understood the characters more

I think it's good that you brought this up. Because I largely feel the same way about the whole thing. I've read way better Harringrove fanfiction than what Season 3 of Stranger Things was. It was a mess.

I however don't really hate Karen. Not as much as I probably should. I think she was a pretty good mother for the most part of the show - strict but sympathetic when needed. And the fact that Cara Buono had actually said this in an interview:

It just felt right. Like Karen might've developed a crush on Billy and she might've felt unsatisfied in her marriage, but deep down she's still a mother. If she had left for the motel, with Billy, she wouldn't have cheated on just Ted - she would've let down her entire family. Karen's actress understood this better than the Duffers ever did. That's how it should've been since the beginning. Karen having a silly little crush on a teenage boy and then realizing how stupid it was. And just moving on. Like a grown-up woman.

But no, they played it poorly. They really turned it into some fucking rom com. They should've shown more of her side of the story. Have her openly deal with those conflicting emotions that she had for a guy half her age. Who's obviously just whipping his dick around for shits and giggles, playing her like a flute. Who bathes in all the attention that he can get, and that's exactly what she's doing by... coming at the pool every day, with her other middle-aged friends, to ogle at a guy who's just turned eighteen. Which is... not normal. Not okay. He might be eighteen, but he's still basically a teenager with a dick for brain. And she should know better.

They should've actually put her have a proper discussion with Ted - her husband - because honestly, their relationship was shit. (I love Ted, he's so funny but he's also so fucking clueless and useless. I understand her frustrations perfectly.) They should've just sat down together, like a married couple, and actually talk about it, instead of Karen bottling it all up and thinking about jumping on a younger guy's dick who's just turned eighteen.

You know, have her actually address that, admit that she fucked up and that she should've known better. And not... whatever that poor excuse for an apology was (or was it even?) that she gave Billy in the storage room when he was already getting sick from being flayed. And then the whole topic was simply never brought up again. She never talked about it or Billy, they're never seen together at the pool again. There were several witnesses, and nobody ever seemed to bring it up. If and when she learned about Billy's death in Starcourt and she had to, because her older daughter and son were there, fighting the Mindflayer as well, did she even feel bad for him? Did she feel sorry? She was eye fucking him all summer and they actually talked and flirted too. It had to mean something to her because she was willingly doing it.

But none of this is addressed. Will she even mention him in s4? Or the things she did? Admit her mistake? And even if she does, does it even matter anymore?

#replies #anon #i'm getting a little bit emotional about this because seriously #this annoyed me so much about s3

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yannowhatigiveup · 3 years

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A Blinded Kiss

I haven’t posted anything recently so I dug around in my WIPs to see if anything was even worth posting and I found this that I made a while ago. It certainly isn’t the best but it isn’t the worst out of all my other WIPs.

"Is this really necessary?" The bluenette asked, eyeing a blindfold given by her brotherly figure.

"Of course it is Pixie!" An older man with two-toned hair replied, way too over enthusiastic about the whole situation. "It's a great way to find your way around the manor”

"And it's a great family bonding experience too!" Another man in the room replied, even more enthusiastic than the first.

"Fine, I'll do it Jay" the blue-eyed girl huffed, twirling the blindfold between her fingers. "What are the rules again, Dick?"

Dick beamed at the girl before answering. "Well Mari, it's simple. Put the blindfold on, count to fifty, spin around and try to steal a hug from anyone in the manor"

"So I have to walk around the manor blindfolded and try to sneak up on you? You know that's impossible!" Marinette exclaimed, she would not go around the house looking like a touch-starved fool.

"That's exactly why we're doing it" Jason replied, shrugging his shoulders. "It'll last a long time."

After a few seconds, the blue-eyed girl sighed, giving in to both Jason and Dick. "Fine, if that's what makes you happy" Marinette wrapped the matte-black fabric tightly around her eyes, already struggling within the first few seconds. She began counting and she heard the two scuffling away, smiling while being able to tell which direction they went in. In the mean time, Marinette debated her options.

'Both Jason and Dick would be the ideal choices but they'll be able to hear me from a mile away. Tim would be the most logical one since he's half asleep, but where does he even go in this maze? God knows where Alfred is, Mr Wayne is scary. Damian-' She paused her train of thoughts, granted Marinette had only met him a few days ago but that didn't stop the crush she had heavily try to cease. 'He'd probably hear me from a mile away as well. This game is so unfair'

Soon enough, Marinette reached fifty and spun herself around, she used a bit too much force than needed so now not only was she blinded but she lost her sense of direction. Giving herself a minute to recover, the bluenette began to walk. Using her improved senses, thanks to the miraculous, Mari was slowly able to create a theoretical map in her mind, though it did take much more energy than she desired.

"Fighting an akuma is easier than this" The bluenette muttered as she hit her thigh along the corner of a wall.

Even though she was using her enhanced abilities, she'd pump into a corner or a wall every now and again, the amount of times increased when her energy was being used. After wondering a hall for what seemed like hours, the bluenette came to a staircase, one that she ever so carefully used to get to a higher floor. Once she did, she kept a hand on one of the walls, using it as a guide. Soon enough, her hand came to what felt like a doorframe. The door was closed she could tell but it was recent used due to the fact that the doorknob was warm. Making sure not to intrude, she knocked on said door, she almost missed the muffled 'come in' had she not been paying attention. Marinette opened the door, went in and quickly shut it behind her, taking a deep breath.

"Okay I hope you don't mind but which room is this and whose in the room? Dick and Jason thought it would be a good idea to walk around the manor blindfolded while trying to sneak up on them" The bluenette huffed, only to freeze when she heard a familiar chuckle.

"I've heard, you're in my room, It's Damian just to clarify" 'Sh-' "So, what task must be fulfilled to give you permission to take the blindfold off? I doubt you want to keep it on any longer" Marinette giggled.

"You're right, I would probably get lost of I continue. Um, I have to 'steal a hug' apparently"

"So you have to hug someone without them inspecting it" Damian came to that conclusion to which the bluenette nodded her head.

"Yeah that's basically it, hey do you have anywhere I could sit down? I'm getting tired..."

"Of course, my bed is five steps to your front and two steps to your right, make yourself comfortable" She wasn't sure how red she had gotten but she obliged anyway. Had she not been wearing the blindfold, she would've seen Damian smiling at her flustered state. Giving herself a moment to regain her energy, Marinette turned to where she presumed Damian was working at his desk. "Can I hug you? Jay never said I couldn't ask the person first. I-I won't if you don't want me to! I just wanted to ask so..."

She heard the boy thoughtfully hum before he made his way over to her. From what she could tell, Damian was now in front of Marinette, looming over her.

"Did Todd or Grayson say it had to be a hug?" Marinette tilted her head in confusion and thoughtfulness, that had never crossed her mind before.

"W-"

"What happens if I kiss you instead?"

The bluenette didn’t reply with words as she knew how terrible her words would be in her flustered state. But she wanted this, her heart longed for it in a way it never did for anyone else. Instead, she nodded, giving the green-eyed boy permission to do as he wished.

She felt his hand lightly tilt her chin up towards, where she presumed, his face was. Then he pressed his lips onto hers, his other had behind her head, tugging at the fabric around her eyes. Marinette felt bliss, she was glad that no one else would interrupt this moment. Shivers went down her spine as she felt Damian’s hands travel up from behind her neck and to wear the blindfold was knotted, gently tugging at the binding. She was glad that when her face was free from the fabric that comprised her vision, the first thing in her line of eyesight were Damian's deep emerald eyes, the shimmered the same way they had when she first laid eyes on him, she'd been enraptured ever since. The boy, however, was smirking as he noticed the pink that dusted her face. Without a moment passing, she threw herself the green-eyed boy, delivering a hug. As she pulled away, her hands cupped his face and she returned his embrace with one of her own. When she pulled away once more, she smiled in satisfaction at his flustered expression.

"When did you realise you had feelings for me?" Marinette asked softly, her forehead pressed against his trying to regain her breath.

"That's a very easy question" Damian stared lovingly into her eyes. "I fell the moment I saw you take down that Akuma three times your size" Her eyes widened.

"You know about me being Ladybug?"

"The same way you know I'm Robin"

They both smiled, creating a truce to not reveal anything.

"Well I better get going, see you later." She got up from the bed and opened the door, only to turn around and say "Je t'aime mon cœur" before exiting the room, leaving a blushing Damian.

Marinette walked back down the stairs, the piece of cloth in hand and small love-struck smile on her face. When she entered the main living room, she came face to face with the owner of the manor.

"Oh hello Mr Wayne"

"Hello Marinette, I see you managed to get the blindfold off" The older man gestured towards the piece of fabric in her hand. "And please, do call me Bruce. Who did you end up surprising with a hug then?"

She smiled brightly before replying. "Damian"

His usual formal demeanor broke for a moment but Bruce quickly picked the pieces back up. "He didn't attack you or injure you in any shape or form?"

Marinette decided to play the oblivious little girl. "No..? Why, does he do it often?" Her head titled in confusion.

"Nothing it doesn't matter" Bruce simply sighed and shook his head. "Also, there's something I'd like to discuss with you at dinner, if you don't mind"

"No not at all, I'll see you at dinner then?" Bruce nodded and left, leaving Marinette alone in the room, waiting for her honorary older brother and his brother to come in. Which they did but only after some time, it was hilarious to see them crouched down, talking to each other in hushed voices. They flinched as she cleared her throat, both slowly turning towards the sound to find a smug looking Marinette and a blindfold whipped around her finger.

"I win"

~~~

Most of the occupants at the table were either in an all out war or were about to be, except for Marinette and an exasperated Bruce Wayne.

"So Marinette" The eldest Wayne began, silencing the rest of the table. "I hope you don't mind me asking but when you were off searching for Jason, you mentioned attacks that have been occurring in Paris, is this true?"

No one failed to notice the girl flinch. "Yeah it's true"

"...how bad are the attacks? In your opinion"

"Well it depends on how strong the person's emotions are really. If their emotions are strong, then the Akuma is strong too"

"What's the strongest akuma that Paris has seen?" It was Tim who asked and memories of the event began swimming through her mind, she got rid of them with a shake of her head.

"The deadliest akuma Paris has experienced was an akuma called 'Syren'. She's a regular person but, as an akuma, she managed to kill around 2 million people. But don't worry! Ladybug's cure managed to bring them back to life"

"D-did... did you die, Pixie?" Jason asked, his anger mixed with worry was boiling over and luckily simmered after seeing her shake her head.

"Do you think the heroes of Paris would let heroes from the Justice League come over to help?"

Marinette contemplated for a moment, should she really risk the heroes getting akumatized? "I think they would but I wouldn't know"

Bruce nodded while Jason leaned over the table to talk closer to his honorary little-sister. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I didn't want to bother you"

"You're not a bother, Pixie" Jason smiled at the bluenette on the other side of the table. "You never are and you never will be"

~~~

Marinette returned to Paris a few days later, in the mean time, Bruce and the rest of the batfam were planning their visit to the City of Love. Soon enough, the vigilantes were boarded on the plane. Their flight to Paris was relatively silent. After a few hours, they landed and the vigilantes waited on the Eiffel Tower, only to find out there was a battle going on. Before they could engage in the fight, they were engulfed with magical ladybugs that seemed to fix anything destroyed. As they were mesmerized by the cure, a certain spotted-heroine wobbly landed on the platform. Batman was first to notice.

"Ladybug" His voice caused the others to turn around. "Thank you for allowing us into your city"

Ladybug nodded, not uttering a single word.

"We were hoping, with your permission of course, that we could help you be rid of Hawkmoth once and for good" Again, Ladybug didn't reply. "Ladybug?"

When the heroine didn't respond, Batman glanced at Nightwing and the rest of his sons, clearly something was wrong. Unexpectedly, Robin took his glove off, approached the Ladybug-themed hero and placed his hand onto her forehead.

"You have a fever" he stated, his hand trailing down her face to cup her cheek. His family all shot him weird looks. She tiredly blinked at the vigilante, recognising him as Robin and allowed herself to fall into his arms, detransforming while doing so, leaving a burning hot Marinette.

"Dami?" He hummed. "Take me home, please..." She drifted off to sleep, comforted in her lover's arms. He glanced at his family, holding the bluenette close.

"Pixie...is Ladybug?" Red Hood's voice was first.

"You didn't know?" Robin's voice mocking confusion, enraging Red Hood that his youngest brother knew something about his sister that he didn't. Even more so that his demon brother was holding said sister,

"We should take her back home" Dick went over to feel the girl's forehead. "She's burning"

"Tikki?" Robin asked and a red creature flew out from one of Mari's pockets, startling most of the people there.

"I'll try to heal her on the way, follow me"

The floating red creature flew down from the Eiffel Tower, Robin and Marinette close behind. After some hesitation, the others followed, they ended up on top of a bakery. One by one, they entered through the trapdoor on the balcony, finding both Damian with his mask off and a weak looking Marinette. Despite her enfeebled state, the bluenette greeted each vigilante, her gaze landed on Jason.

"It's just a fever, I'll be fine"

Jason removed his helmet and ran a hand through his hair before both settled on his hips. "You don't look fine"

"I promise I am" She wasn't convincing, not at all.

"Fine" Jason huffed, he could never truly say no to the girl he viewed as his little sister. "But since when were you two a thing" He pointed at the two, his gaze resting maliciously on Damian.

"It's all thanks to you, you know" Marinette smirked at Jason's confusion. Tim snickered as he seemed to catch on to what she was saying.

"Had you not organized that 'blindfolded game', I doubt we would be together at this moment" Damian supplied the information, clearly unfazed by the burning rage in the eyes of his older brother.

"Baby Bird's all grown up" The eldest Wayne son overdramatized wiping a fake tear, Batman sighed at his two eldest sons while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Get your fucking hands off her, Demon Brat!" Jason tried to lunge at Damian, only to be stopped by both Dick and Tim. Though his fury only grew when Marinette snuggled closer to the green-eyed boy, both smirked in victory over Jason's horrified appearance.

Marinette was now part of the family in more ways than one. Though they wish they had found out in better circumstances, they would be able to take down Hawkmoth once and for all, side by side, all together. And to think this all happened because of a silly blindfold game.

#daminette #damian x marinette #maribat #maridami #marinette x damian #mlb x dc #ml x dc #big brother jason #this is eh I guess

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toutallyahoe · 3 years

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LUCKY ~ Matsukawa Issei (Haikyuu) (2/?)

requested by: --

pairing(s): matsukawa issei x [name]

warnings: cursing, oikawa bullying

a/n: i just found out how to do the freaking "keep reading" thing for my post

yall finally dont have to scroll long now asdfghjkskdhjsf im so sorry for being an idiot and not knowing how to do it sooner yall (´；ω；｀)

anyways, more mattsun simping

chapter one | chapter two |

A WEEK HAD PASSED BY after that event where the males volleyball club— or at least for Oikawa Tōru, had known that one of the resident fucklords of the males volleyball club of Aoba Johsai, Matsukawa Issei (also known as the very ridiculous nickname "Mattsun" courtesy by the dumbass named Oikawa Tōru) was dating the student council president, [Last name] [Name].

"Mattsun!!! How does it feel like dating Brickwall-san?!?"

And it seemed like Oikawa Tōru, the oh so perfect male of Aoba Johsai (but resident dumpster trash and alien weirdo for his teammates and friends) was still not over the fact that Issei was dating [Name], or currently known as "Brickwall-san" by the chocolate brown haired male.

Currently, the four third years were in the gym's changing room. The practice for the day was already done and they were in the middle of changing while the rest of the team were already finished since they weren't actually wasting their time. Not like these four, well, three as the black haired ace unfortunately had to keep an eye to the two crackheads and trashy asshole that he call his teammates and friends.

"Are the rumors about him being a good kisser true?!?" Tōru asked without shame whatsoever as the unfortunate best friend of Tōru, Iwaizumi Hajime only let out a tired sigh at the volleyball captain's question.

Hajime was already so done with trying to stop Tōru for asking any more dumb questions as the chocolate brown haired male just couldn't stop. This wasn't his fucking job, goddammit. Iwaizumi Hajime wanted to fucking die right now. What a mood.

Hanamaki Takahiro, who was beside Issei looked at Tōru with a raised brow. The light brown (pink???) haired male mischievous smirked as his eyes shined in a sick sense of amusement. And not far behind him, Issei had that same look of mischievous amusement aswell.

The volleyball team's ace could only let out another tired sigh as he began to rub his temple, feeling the incoming headache already as he muttered curses underneath his breath. This wasn't his fucking job. He wasn't a fucking babysitter goodammit, so why does he have to deal with this bullshit?

"Eh? Why do you want to know?" Takahiro asked as he gave the third year setter a look yet the grin on his lips never leaving nor the amusement in his eyes. "Is Shittykawa interested on Prez?"

"You better not Loserkawa," Issei merely said with a smile, sending the volleyball captain an amused look but his eyes held a small glint of something neither any of the team can pin point what it was. But the volleyball captain felt a shiver down his spine. It was oddly terrifying and Tōru doesn't want to die, thank you very much.

"Wow, someone's territorial," Takahiro quietly snickered as he stopped himself from laughing when his friend had sent him a look and then elbowing him.

It seemed like it took a moment for the third year setter to realized what Takahiro had just said about him liking [Name], and it immediately made Tōru want to gag. The said male let out sputters as Tōru's face bloomed red. Head furiously shaking as he crossed his arms like an "x" formation in his chest.

"H-hah?!? Makki I am not!!!" Tōru screamed. Face horrified as he imagined himself liking the [Hair color] haired male. As if!!! That guy gave him the shivers and not in a cutesy way but the one with creeps!!! "I can't even imagine him even dating anyone!!!"

"Oi, [Last name]-san is literally dating your teammate, Dumbkawa," Hajime had said in annoyance as he punched the chocolate brown haired male on the back of his head. Tōru only cried out in pain as he rubbed his head to ease up the ache he was feeling.

"Wah! Iwa-chan your so mean!"

"Well, Weirdkawa is not wrong," Issei has said as both Tōru and Hajime paused and looked at him, confused while Takahiro laughed at their dumbfounded look aswell as the words coming out of his friend's mouth. "I don't even know how he is dating me," Issei said as he finished buttoning his uniform.

"Mattsun... what?" The chocolate brown haired male managed to said as he looked at the black haired middle blocker with a look of confusion while the said male shrugged his shoulders with a small grin on his lips.

"What? [Name] is still a mystery to me too," Issei had said.

"You both are gay for each other, end of discussion," Takahiro butted in as he then turned to the volleyball captain.

"But Asskawa, why would you ask if he is a good kisser?" Takahiro asked as Issei nodded beside him. Neither of the two didn't mind Tōru crying on the different insulting nickname they used to call him.

"Mattsun, Shittykawa is trying to steal Prez away from you!" The light brown (maybe pink, no one fucking knows) haired male said in very obvious tone of sarcasm yet Tōru didn't seemed to caught on to it that Takahiro was joking. Man, what a dumbass.

"Makki!!! I do not!!!" Tōru cried as he made disgusted faces. Oikawa Tōru seriously doesn't want anything to do with the oh so loved (and also terrifying for most of the Aoba Johsai population) student council president that was [Name].

"You can have him all to yourself Mattsun!!!" Tōru cried as he then yelped in pain when the black haired ace punched the back of his head hard.

"Can you shut up already, Shittykawa?!?" Hajime asked in annoyance as he began to beat the volleyball captain while both Takahiro and Issei snickered as they watched the ace pummel their captain. Still sadistic assholes, the two were.

"Um, senpais?" The four stopped and looked at the entrance of the changing room to see Kindaichi Yūtarō who looked a bit nervous.

"Oh, Kindaichi!" Tōru happily said. The volleyball captain was rather happy to see his junior as Yūtarō's appearance managed to make Hajime's brutal beating to a hold. "What do you need?"

With that, Yūtarō straightened himself as he bowed. "Excuse me for disturbing any of you," Yūtarō apologized as he stood back up and turned to look at Issei who rosed a brow at him. "But [Last name]-senpai is here and is asking for Matsukawa-senpai!"

"Ah, looks like your bae is here Mattsun!" Tōru had said as he was the first one to realized what their junior has said. The volleyball captain wasted no time to teased Issei who didn't even give a single glance at him as the black haired middle blocker nodded at Yūtarō.

"Thanks," Issei had said as the first year once again bowed and then went back outside the changing room and go who knows where.

"Mattsun is walking home with his boo," Takahiro had teased as he patted the black haired middle blocker's back. Giving Issei a smile when the male turned to roll his eyes at him. "Enjoy your time with your boo, dickhead."

"Your just sad because your single, bitch," Issei had said as he stuck his tongue out at Takahiro who snorted at his words.

"Fuck you, man."

"Nah, [Name]'s got that covered."

The two friend snickered at their words as both Tōru and Hajime looked at each other and then shrugged. They would've butted in but it seemed like the two fucklords were in their own world.

It took a minute or so, and then Issei was already finishing on changing to his uniform as he took his bag from the bench that was inside the changing room. The black haired male was already at the doorway fo the changing room when he stopped and and gave a mocking salut to the three third years.

"Later bitches," Issei had bid as Tōru whined on being insulted as Hajime sighed and slapped the back of the captain's head which earned more cries from the chocolate brown haired male while Takahiro rolled his eyes.

"Hope you got run over by a truck while Prez watches, you dick," Takahiro hollered as Issei turned to give his friend a middle finger while the said male stuck his tongue out and did the same aswell.

"Bitter bitch!"

"Dumb dick!"

"Can you two not be vulgar?!?"

"But Iwa-chan, you use those words too— AHH NOT THE FACE PLEASE!!!"

"Did you wait long?" Issei had asked as he approached the [Hair color] haired male who shook his head. Issei smiled at that.

"Not really," [Name] had said as Issei had walked beside him. The black haired male then immediately grabbed his hand and [Name] didn't mind. He always liked when Issei's hand was intertwined with his. "Did you have fun with practice?" [Name] had to bit back a smile that was threatening to come its way to his lips as he heard Issei groan.

"It was tiring," Issei had said as he pouted. "Dumbkawa was also being annoying, like always," Issei added which made [Name] softly chuckle.

"Isn't he always?" The [Hair color] haired male had said as Issei let out a snort at his words. The black haired male gave [Name] a grin, eyes gleamed with joy.

"Yeah, your right about that."

With a hum, [Name] squeezed Issei's hand as he began to walk. "Come on, let's head back home already."

"Yeah, yeah, Prez."

"Please don't call me that."

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